#it always makes me happy to know that my collection has brought people joy when they've seen it

[katboykirby]

all your merch !!! how long have you been collecting? do you have a favorite item?

asdfghjksks I am so sorry it always takes me forever to answer Asks 😭 I have no idea why but Tumblr literally never gives me any notifications when I get them and I don't even know they're there in my inbox 💀

But anyway, thank you so much 🙏

I guess, technically, I've been collecting (in general) since I was really young - the earliest that I can still remember is being around 8 or 9 years old and obsessively hoarding every single piece of Pokémon merch that I could get my tiny little hands on. I do not know why my parents enabled this, but hey.

I still collect Pokémon stuff, since I still adore the franchise just as much as I did back then. But nowadays I usually stick to the merch that you can find at the real Pokémon Centers. I do have this fat Pikachu from like 1996 though, and he's completely unrecognisable

To be loved is to be changed

Obviously, my biggest collection and "main" collecting target is Obey Me! and OM: Nightbringer merch. At this point, my Satan & Solomon collection has consumed my entire house.

Here's a video tour of my collection

And that's not even the complete collection in full - I still have merch that I've yet to unpack and display, and I still have merch that I bought/ordered online and am waiting to receive when it's delivered in the mail 🥲

Thank you so much for your kind words! Whenever people tell me how much they love my SoloTan Shrine, it makes my entire day ☆

I hope that these silly little guys that I like to fill my house with can continue to make people smile 💚

[tb3ih]

BLOOMING SEASON (pt. 2), kamisato ayato/reader.

SYNOPSIS... people like Kamisato Ayato who are not like the seasons do not have hearts that can withstand the test of time OR perhaps at the end of the day, you are well-deserved of change (or Sora says so).

⋆ warnings, kamisato ayato & fem-presenting!reader, gentle angst, hehe in-laws, THE CHILD (sora), introduction of reader's family, + comfort for once :) [making a part 3 bc i want a better happy ending tbh]

⋆ notes, thinking about how i was just sobbing my eyes out to 'nobody gets me' by sza for no reason

⋆ tags! @stellakito @iiyumii @neverlandlostchild @hotgirlshit5 @jureminha @yunniemai1 @iamnotobsessed @irisxiel @lumpywolf @mrs-heelshire @kunikuzushisbeloved @pineapplesneedrights @kiyoomiwo @hyunromi @simplyhumanlol @esthelily @chiisananingen

"Y/N-CHAN?" you know that voice too well, all the might in your body you used to hold yourself together wavering at the simple honorific.

your twin brother looks half asleep, deep burgundy hair lopsided and unstyled, black yukata not even properly tied, and eyes hardly able to remain open. even the guards at his chamber doors appeared startled.

you choke out his name, unable to even make it a step before your throat starts burning and closing up. gou wastes no time in rushing forward in that instant, vision alight and a worried emotion in his eyes as he pulls you into him.

for once in your life, you are grateful for him having grown into such a tall, well-built older brother, his arms firm and unyielding in the way they hold you against his chest. if you remember correctly, this was the way it had always been when you as the only daughter of the hayashi clan took the brunt of the elders' prevailing orders, from attending events in place of your late parents to managing foreign affairs for the clan.

or even giving yourself away to kamisato ayato in hopes of civilizing relations between the clans.

arms tightening just a little as you continue your sobbing, his eyes fall to akane who stands a little distance back carrying your resting daughter.

"anata? is everything alright? who's out there at this hour?" emica, gou's bride and perhaps one of your most cherished people, steps out from the bedchamber as well. gou is hesitant to let you go, but he does, allowing you to collect yourself just a little to face your sister-in-law. "y/n-san? you're—oh archons! come here, sweetie!"

you waste no time rushing into her arms, the smell of peach blossoms and the ocean filling your senses as she envelops you. if your loveless marriage had brought you any sort of joy (other than your daughter) it would be that gou was able to marry for love. kaedehara emica, oldest sister to kazuha and named matriarch of her clan in absence of her brother, she was a samurai to be reckoned with. albeit her brazen attitude towards the elders of the hayashi estate, she was kind and always ready to welcome you into her arms.

"gou, honey, bring sora to the twins' room and let her rest in there," emica says, her hand soothing against your back as she allows you to weep on her shoulder. "poor lady akane has had a long night and doesn't need to hold her anymore."

gou nods, "of course, dearest." another attendant appears to guide the three away down another hallway.

it takes a few minutes for you to recover, but emica is patient, never faltering in comforting you. after all, having been engaged only a few weeks before your parents would pass, she too would come to witness the cruelty of the elders and their treatment of the only daughter of such a highly regarded clan. she would scowl at the thought.

emica hums, "y/n-tan, are you hungry?" you meet her eyes, her expression soft and warm. "i bet cook will make his favorite patron some omurice if she were to ask~ hm?"

you laugh a little, throat a little hoarse from crying. you were a little dizzy, so you supposed some food wouldn't hurt. plus, chef was perhaps second to only your mother in terms of authority figures in your childhood. it would be a shame if you didn't stop by to pay respects to him. "i suppose you're right..."

your sister-in-law giggles, slipping an arm around your waist to walk beside you to the kitchen. "of course i'm right, i'm always right."

"I'LL kill that bastard, i swear it to celestia," gou seethes, setting his cup of tea back on the table. "how dare he speak in such a manner? has he forgotten his place?"

you are currently on your third plate of omurice, eyes observant as you watch the couple before you take in the information you have just set before him.

emica laughs softly, "now now, dear i'm sure even y/n would like to push war as one of the very last options of action. i'm sure she's at least thought of something more civil which might resolve the conflict at hand. y/n?"

you clear your throat with a sip of milktea. "divorce. seeing as how the yashiro commission had much to gain from this union, we have nothing to lose except friendly relations." you take another bite and speak once more after swallowing. "besides, had it not been for the hayashi clan, the raiden shogun would not have even considered a pardon for the yashiro commission all those years ago."

gou snorts. "i'm sure there are many things this whole damn city wouldn't have had, if it weren't for the most gracious hayashi clan." he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose before once more meeting your stare. "your solution would definitely be opposed by the elders, is that something you're willing to take on?"

emica takes your hand squeezing it lightly and offering the warmest smile. she turns to her husband. "even if it isn't, she mustn't forget the simple fact that she won't be alone and never again will be."

the thought has you smiling softly to yourself. in light of all the struggles and conflict within the noble clans of inzauma, you were happy to find a home within the people you cherished.

"AUNTIE! auntie!" two giggling and nearly identical figures come running up to you, hugging at either of your legs. akio is the one who exclaims out, asking "when did you come home?"

kentaro, tugging gently on the skirt of your kimono on your left, though curious, refrains from being as loud as his counterpart. "is everything okay, auntie?"

you kneel down, embracing the two in a tight hug, ruffling their burgundy hair just enough to get them to exclaim out. you supposed they were at the age where they liked to keep up appearances, even if just a little. "now now, didn't your mother teach you it's rude to bombard guests with questions all at once? hm?"

reaching out to poke him lightly on the cheek, kentaro makes a frown, mumbling a small "told you so" to his brother, who in return sticks his tongue out. you let go of them, opting to hold their hands instead.

"auntie and cousin sora are going to be staying here for a while, there's some building going on back at uncle's mansion. is that okay with the twins?" you feel a small pang in your heart at the mention of your husband, whom the twins hardly ever see.

the two nod, akio once again speaking first. "that's okay with kentaro and akio! i hope the building gets done soon!"

kentaro hums in agreement. "as long as auntie is comfortable in our home."

"akio! kentaro! where are my little boys?" emica calls them from the entrance of the courtyard, waving lightly to you. the boys respond accordingly, going to run off to their mother, but not before kissing you on either side of your cheeks and racing off.

standing up once more, you wave back to your sister-in-law before she heads in with the boys, reminding you of why you came out to the courtyard, to begin with. "okaasan?"

sora stands behind you, a couple of sakura blooms in her hands, the beautiful pink petals still crackling a little with electro. you smile warmly, holding your arms out to catch her in your arms and hoist her on her hip.

"having fun?" sora giggles, nodding and showing you the bloom in her hand. her vision glows on her headband, lavender strands of hair threatening to spill out from behind the hairpiece.

"akio and kentaro were showing me around the garden and i thought okaasan might like a sakura bloom!" her smile is proud and chuckle.

"well, it's very beautiful, thank you." the two of you watch as she brings her powers to life, electrifying the petals only to scatter them in the air above. "where did you learn to do that?"

sora giggles. "guuji yae! i finished my lessons at the shrine early and she said to practice this so i could show you." pausing, she continues the next part a little softly. "okaasan's been sad lately and hasn't been playing with sora..."

an ache pulls at your heart. "awh, my sweet, i'm sorry," you apologize, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. "it's true, okaasan's been a little sad lately."

her small hands go to twist lightly at your hair. "does okaasan's heart hurt? sora's heart hurts a little when she's sad too!"

oh, my little sora...

"y-yeah... okaasan's heart hurts a little." you watch her expression carefully, her violet irises continuing to be attentive to your hair.

she taps her chin, as if to think. "hmm, kentaro says to get better from being sad you have to say 'farewell' to the things that make your heart hurt." sora smiles as she lets go of your hair, seemingly satisfied with her styling job. her eyes focus on your own.

"sora loves otosan, but if okaasan is sad, sora thinks it's okay to say bye-bye."

the pink sakura petals have begun to rain down, floating slowly with the absence of wind. sora cuddles softly against your chest, yawning softly. you think back to when ayato had called you naive to hope for love. "sora loves okaasan too."

you stare at the falling petals, the courtyard shifting in hues with the setting sun. it is quiet where you stand holding sora, the trees mute and the clouds watchful as they pass a mother and daughter from overhead.

your chest does not feel heavy when you weep this time, but rather, the ache seems to lessen as you cry softly with sora against you. it smells like spring all around you and you are comfortable in your kimono in the early evening. there are potted glazed lilies that have begun to peek out to watch you, the naku weed glowing softly around the perimeter. perennials all around have also begun to fill the greenery with pretty colors.

just as seasons change, you thought, so should you.

part 1 ! | part 3 ! | part 4 ! | part 5 ! (still in progress)

© tb3ih mmxxii all rights reserved.

[sequinsmile-x]

This is Our Place, We Make The Rules - Chapter 12 - Snow Day

A collection of non-sequential mini-fics and one-shots of Hotchniss and their life at home.

Chapter 12 - Snow Day

-x-

Hi besties,

I know it's summer in the Northern Hemisphere, but the warmth and humidity has seriously been getting to me - so I decided to write a little snow based fic to distract myself from it all haha

This fic felt like the perfect place for this little thing to go <3

As always, let me know what you think!

-x-

Warnings: None!

Words: 2k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

She’s pulled from sleep as the bedroom door flies open, the brief sound of small feet against the plus carpet filling the room before Jack lands on the bed. 

“Mom, Dad. It snowed!” 

Aaron sits up and switches on the lamp on his nightstand, groaning as their eldest’s loud enthusiasm fills their bedroom, “Jack, buddy, your brother is asleep next door.” 

Jack’s eyes go wide and he briefly covers his mouth before he carries on talking, his stage whisper somehow louder than his normal tone of voice, “But it snowed so much. Do you think school will be cancelled?” 

Emily smiles and ruffles his hair, “I doubt that, honey,” she says, stretching as she climbs out of bed. She walks the short distance to the window and pulls the curtains open, “It has to be a lot of- Holy crap” her mouth falls open when she sees her snow-covered backyard, the picnic table barely visible under it all, “That is a lot of snow.” 

“Bad word Mom.” 

She turns at the sound of her husband’s laugh, one of her favourite sounds in the world right up there with her sons’ laughter, and she raises her eyebrow at him when he parrots what Jack has said, his dimples carved out deep in his cheeks. She thinks she loves him more than usual in moments like this. When he’s relaxed and entirely hers and the boys, with no outside influence which could possibly taint their time together.

“Yeah,” he says, agreeing with their son, “Bad word Mom,” he says, his hand ghosting over her back the first sign that he’d climbed out of bed too, “That is a lot of snow. Maybe school will be called off.” 

“No school?” Jack exclaims from behind them, his joy obvious, “Does that mean you won’t have to work?” 

Emily opens her mouth to respond but is cut off by Aaron, his touch more insistent for a moment as he talks to Jack. 

“If there’s no school, we won’t go to work,” he says, smiling at his wife, “The roads will be dangerous. The team is overdue a day off anyway, we’ve been on back-to-back cases lately.” 

She raises her eyebrow at him, “You’re just going to make that call?” 

He shrugs, “One of the perks of being the boss.” 

She rolls her eyes, but her response is cut off when she hears Benjamin crying from the nursery, she sighs and heads out of the room, “Honey,” she waits until Aaron’s eyes meet hers, “You check to see if the school has emailed, I’ll get the littlest Hotch.” 

She smiles as she steps into the nursery, already soothing Benjamin as she lifts him from the crib and into her arms, settling the 8-month-old onto her hip as she kisses his forehead, “Oh my sweet grumpy boy,” she says, kissing him again as she runs a hand up and down his back, unable to stop her smile from getting wider as she looks into a frown that made him look even more like Aaron than he usually did, “You look so much like Daddy.” 

She sits on the chair in the corner of the room and settles him against her chest, smiling against his dark hair when he stops crying, happy and content in her arms. She hums quietly, a nameless tune that she’d hummed to him ever since he was a tiny newborn, something that always brought both of them comfort. She loved spending time just the two of them, quiet moments that were always too fleeting, moments she knew she’d look back on fondly when he was a tall, gangly thing who thought his parents were the most embarrassing people on the planet. 

“It snowed last night, Benny,” she says, rocking them back and forth in the chair, smiling when he looks up at her, his smile wide, exposing the few teeth that had erupted past his gums in the last few months, “Jack might not have to go to school, which means Daddy and I won’t go to work, and we’ll all just spend the day at home.” 

Benjamin puts his hands on her chest, pushing himself upwards, spit bubbles on his lower lip as he babbles to himself, sounds that were close to Dada filling the room around them. 

Emily sighs, poking at his kissable cheek, doing it again when he giggles, “You lived inside of me for 9 months, I made you from scratch and fed you with my body but Daddy is still your favourite, huh?” 

“I think we both know he’d pick you over me any day of the week.” 

She turns to look at her husband and smiles when she sees him standing in the doorway, his hair and t-shirt still rumbled from sleep, his grey sweatpants low on his hips. “Did the school email?” 

He nods, his smile sleepy and warm and entirely hers, “They did - it’s officially a snow day.” 

Her smile gets wider, the thought of spending a day at home with her boys, with no interruptions or outside influence, warming her from the inside out.  There was something so achingly normal about it, so beautifully ordinary, that it sometimes didn’t feel real, like it was a fantasy she’d made up for herself. Then Aaron would be there, his touch something she knew she couldn’t make up, his love something she knew her subconscious couldn’t create because she’d never experienced it before him. She’d worry it wasn’t real and then she’d look at her son's faces. See the innocence reflecting back at her, the endless possibilities and the future they held and she knew she it was real, that they were tangible proof she’d survived the very worst and made it to this.

“Did you hear that, Benny?” She says, turning her attention back to her son, her smile wider again at the sight of his, “We get to spend all day at home and we can play in the snow.” 

“We’ll finally get to see him in that snow suit Garcia bought him,” Aaron says, chuckling when Emily’s eyes go wide in delight, her excitement increasing.

“Oh sweet boy,” she says, thinking of the green quilted snowsuit and the tiny bear ears on the hood that had earned a gasp from her the first time she’d seen them, “You are about to look so fucking cute.” 

“Bad word, Em. Such a dirty mouth this morning.” Aaron says, his smile teasing when she turns to look at him, her eyes narrowed as she stands up, Benjamin on her hip as she walks over. She gently nudges her shoulder into her husband and raises her eyebrow.

“Any more of that from you, honey,” she says, her voice purposely overly sweet, “The cursing will be the dirtiest thing my mouth will be doing for a while.” 

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She sighs contentedly as she sinks onto the couch, her hands wrapped around the hot chocolate Aaron had made, the whiskey he’d put in it warm and soothing as she takes a sip, settling into the cushions around her and the blanket over her lap. 

It had been a perfect day. They’d spent a lot of time outside, wrapped up warm and cosy as they played in the snow. Emily had sat on the porch with Benjamin in her lap, his snowsuit just as adorable as she’d known it would be, a blanket wrapped around the two of them as they watched Jack and Aaron build a snowman. Benjamin had loved the snow, fascinated by it as he dug his hands into piles of it and giggled when he smeared fistfuls of it on his parent’s cheeks. 

She closes her eyes as she thinks of the laughter they’d shared all day. Jack and Aaron’s matching laughs as they had a snowball fight, and Benjamin’s giggle as he watched them. She could picture him running around with them next year, toddling around in the snow as he tried to keep up with them, his smile matching theirs as he tried to keep up. 

The thought of it warms her more than the hot chocolate in her hands ever could.

“They are both asleep,” Aaron says as he walks into the living room, “I don’t think Benny has ever gone down so quickly.” 

She hums as she pulls the blanket back enough for him to sneak under it too, laying it over both of their laps as she leans into his side, “He had a lot of fun today.” 

“They both did,” he replies, kissing her temple, taking the hot chocolate from her when she offers it to him, “It was a nice day.” 

“The best,” she says, taking the mug back from him after he has a sip, “I never had days like today with my parents,” she smiles sadly, not aware she was going to say it until she had, “It was nice to see the boys enjoying themselves like that.”

He frowns as he looks at her, tilting his head curiously as their eyes meet, “Your mom and dad never took the day off for a snow day with you?” 

She scoffs, “Please, you’ve met my mother. Does she seem like someone who would build a snowman or throw a snowball?” She asks, her smile sad as she shrugs, “On the rare occasion I was in a part of the world that has enough snow for days like today to happen I would spend them alone and just walk around in it,” she presses her lips together, “Well, that and I’d sneak a bottle of whiskey out of my mom’s liquor cabinet and make hot toddies.” 

He chuckles, the sound sad as it catches in his chest when he thinks of her when she was young, how every story she told painted a picture of her as a lonely figure. It made him ache for her, made him all the more aware that days like today were as much for her as they were for the boys. 

“Some of my only good memories of my dad were on snow days,” he says, pulling her closer, his cheek resting on top of her head, “He’d always try and make the biggest snowman on the street. Sean and I would get as much snow as possible and bring it to him,” he smiles sadly when she tilts her head to look up at him, “It made me so angry as I got older. Why couldn’t he have been like that all the time, you know?” 

She nods and cups his cheek, stroking her thumb back and forth over his jaw, “You’re an amazing father, Aaron,” she says, knowing he always needed the reassurance anytime he spoke about his dad, the scars, both physical and mental, left behind by a man she’d never meet as well known to her as her own, “The boys, and anyone else who may come along, are so lucky to have you.”

She smiles when does, the thought of expanding their family even further one that always brought them joy. 

“I’m sorry you never got to experience any of this when you were their age,” he says, his voice as soft as his touch. Gentle and delicate as he leans in to kiss her cheek and then the tip of her nose, drawing a laugh out of her as he carries on, his lips catching as much of her face as possible.

She sighs, her forehead against his as she leans in closer. She’d accepted that her childhood hadn’t been what she’d wanted a long time ago and she knew it couldn’t change, that nothing could be undone, but it didn’t make it any easier. In moments like this, wrapped up around her husband in the home they shared, their little boys asleep and safe upstairs, she could find peace in it. 

“Thats okay,” she says, kissing him, her lips soft and fleeting against his, “I have it now.” 

[pompompinkyy]

A few years back I made a post that echoed this sentiment but I’ve just been thinking about it a lot lately. I am so grateful that there are spaces online where there are other people with the same interests as me and are unapologetic about the things that they enjoy and collect. However, in person it has always been a struggle not to feel a certain loneliness that comes with the interests I have. As I entered junior high, my friends were all selling their dolls & plushies, I still remember getting roasted by one of the girls in my class for still having Barbie dolls. I realized rather quickly that my love of dolls & toys in general was something that I should outgrow. But for some reason, I just never did. By the time I reached high school most of my toys were gone, not of my own accord. My parents moved us to another town and we were not allowed to bring all of our things. So I packed what I could and it wasn’t a lot. I found myself missing my stuff often. Even sitting in class and just being sad that I couldn’t go home and play with them. The summer in between my freshmen & sophomore years my ex boyfriend’s (bf at the time) mom gave me a whole bunch of Barbie dolls that she didn’t know what to do with. And I felt a certain joy that I can’t explain. I played with the dolls, made things for the dolls bc I was too poor to buy accessories for them, and I found a dollhouse on the side of the road and brought it home. eventually my ex even bought me some dolls & plushies too because he saw how much I genuinely loved them. On & off throughout adulthood I’ve always struggled with these interests though. There’s a certain shame that comes with loving toys at my age. I’m not an age regresser, I don’t buy toys to keep them in a box for all of eternity so I wouldn’t say I’m a collector necessarily either, I just genuinely love them. Sometimes I wish I would have outgrown my love of toys more than anything. Tumblr is the only place I have ever felt 100% safe sharing these interests of mine. Throughout my entire adult life I’ve gone thru phases where I’d try to hide away my love of toys by shoving them in a closet and I’ve definitely been in that phase lately. Everytime someone comes to my house who isn’t a sibling of mine I feel so incredibly judged. I truly wish it didn’t bother me, but it does. I couldn’t tell you the last time my calico critters saw the light of day or my Barbie’s or bratz. Recently, I put all of my plushies away save a shelf in my bedroom. It can just be really embarrassing when a guest makes a comment on my things. What I really want to say is ty tumblr for being the home base for me to share about all of the things that make me very happy.

[felipeandletizia]

July 5, 2023: Princess Leonor delivers a speech during the Princess of Girona Awards Ceremony

Majesties, authorities, patrons, girlfriends and friends. I especially salute our prize winners and the thousands of young people who have been involved in the activities that the Foundation has developed this year. Good night and welcome.

Being in Girona is a joy and makes this award ceremony a very special moment for me. Yesterday, my sister Sofia and I were lucky enough to meet the BulliFoundation's model of innovation and creativity - and its museum - from Ferran Adrià, in the impressive Cala Montjoi, in the middle of the Natural Park from Cap de Creus. And I'm also very happy to have been able to meet, with my sister, the headquarters of the Foundation in the city of Girona.

We are brought together tonight by the talent of our five winners and their commitment to society and the challenges it faces. The five are indisputable references who have taken advantage of the opportunities so that their trajectory has a clear purpose with social impact. I have spoken with them and with other young people about the concerns of our generation, about what it means to train, about how to find and develop one's own talent, about preparing for new skills through innovative educational models, about the awareness of living in a balanced way. on our planet, of vital projects when you are twenty or twenty-five years old.

In my case, I am almost eighteen. I have just finished high school and I am about to start a new stage with a period of military training. And, beyond my responsibility, I am happy because I know how much the Spanish value our Armed Forces. It is an important moment in my life and I feel very eager and convinced to continue learning and giving my best spirit to strengthen the values with which I have grown and that today our five awardees embody: respect for others, effort, excellence, search for knowledge, temperance, discipline, perseverance. Also, ability to perceive reality and live with the enthusiasm typical of my age.

That is what I can see in Sabrina: her determination to succesfully build Kenya´s largest network for early childcare is truly inspiring.

And those are values that Marc also projects, when he is proud of his beginnings in Girona to now be a professor at Yale University and a benchmark in the research of a major public health problem: obesity.

And I am still surprised and impressed by Rafel's courage to launch himself into manufacturing satellites that collect valuable information to face challenges such as climate change.

And Silvia, who has the ability to heal emotions and relieve pain when a chronic and advanced disease robs us of any joy.

And with Maria's story, and her extraordinary talent on the violin, I feel that effort is always behind excellence.

They will tell me if it is not exciting to share a night together in which we are verifying that several generations of young people have already taken action and offer us the best of themselves.

Thank you, Silvia, Rafel, María, Sabrina and Marc for leading the way. Thanks to the young people who trust the Princess of Girona Foundation to continue growing, thanks to so many companies and entities that support us. Thank you for allowing me to learn from all of you.

And thank you from Girona for inspiring so many young people of my generation who want to live in a society that is more committed to others.

Thank you so much.

[2af-afterdark]

What are your opinions on all the Nu:Carnival characters? Eiden, the familiars, the clan members and Rin

This is not a coherent list. Mostly just my rambling thoughts on them. In introduction order!

Eiden: How could you not love our sweet little switch? He's such a joy to experience the story thorough and his pure and honest care for everyone makes it easy to see how they've all fallen for him. Kinky and caring, rolls with the punches, gets passionate on his loved one's behalf, easy to empathize with; I adore him (which is why I bothered to pull for him enough times to have his only unit be at 3*)

Aster: I love a dominate twink. I do find it hilarious that he got kinks people usually balk at in his few sex scenes (foot job and sounding). I love how he is the businessman of the team. What I learned about his past when Huey was still around made me want to cry. Support his desire to collect and spoil cute monsters. Hate that the devs refuse to give him more cards because he isn't a clan member. WHY GIVE HIM ANY CARDS IF YOU WILL NEVER RELEASE NEW ONES???? HE HAS FANS TOO!!!

Morvay: I love this big idiot (affectionate). He is always trying his best, even if he thinks with his stomach/asshole. I only want good things for him and am upset at the current story making me wait to see if he is alright! Give my succubus back! Same critique as with Aster: HE HAS FANS! WHY REFUSE TO GIVE HIM NEW CARDS??? It's such a dumb rule.

Yakumo: Someone please get this boy some confidence and self-worth. I cannot stand to watch him be so insecure when all I want to do is kiss his adorable face and tell him he is wonderful and perfect. His protective nature despite his belief he is not good enough moves me to fucking tears. Someone... This boy needs way more love.

Edmond: Cannot comment. I have no interest in him. He's just not my thing. He is very pretty though.

Olivine: Slutty priest makes brain go brrrrrr. I am just... the way his parents pushed him but he honestly tries so hard for everyone! I love him! He's not my favorite, but every time I read his cards I feel like I fall in love with him for the first time all over again and I do not know how to explain it.

Quincy: Okay, stop. Listen. I just... He's old. He's so old that he has seen people be born and die and leave him behind and he's tired physically, emotionally, and mentally. He has this barrier set up to protect himself, but to see Eiden break down that barrier and get Quincy wanting to be close to another person with a finite lifespan again? FUCK ME! Plus, you know, big and buff and hot. Size diff kink go brrrr.

Topper: Clearly the best character in the game. All power to Master Twilight Star-Show Max Lucifer Topper III!!!! I love how he gets his own outfit to match Quincy's during events.

Kuya: Much the same I said about Quincy, but in a more spicy flavor. He has the added bonus of being a yokai, creatures that have... questionable relationships with humans. He has lived so long that life has lost it's appeal to him as there is nothing worth living for; not knowledge, not power, not people. He's reached ennui and literally cannot see the point of his own life (we see a past version of him debating killing himself in one card). Eiden though? Eiden has brought that small spark of joy back into his life. He fucks with Eiden and can often take it in a direction that seems too far from a human perspective, but he never genuinely allows Eiden to come to harm. He is genuinely excited (in a subtle way) when he learns something new, and seems to be happy when his cynical view of the world is disproven (though he tries not to show it). Eiden has allowed him to open up to the world again, especially because Eiden doesn't forcibly bash his lived experience but also doesn't roll over and accept Kuya's bad traits. I love Kuya. He is my favorite. Also, he somehow got a shit ton of my kinks and I... yeah...

Garu: Cute puppy boy. He gets head scratches and wags his tail. I love how genuine he is. Garu is exactly who he says he is in every way and it is very refreshing. I just want to love and spoil him.

Karu: I admit... Karu is not my cup of tea. It may be because I'm not actually a fan of bratty tsunderes. It can be cute sometimes, but most of the time I find myself rolling my eyes and missing Garu. A shame because I usually like characters that have two conflicting personalities.

Blade: SOMEONE GET HIM A HUG!!!! He was alone for so long in that forest and he deserves better. I'm so glad he found Eiden and came out of there, away from that loneliness and waiting. Every time he defaults back into droid mode I get sad because I want him to enjoy being alive and being in love. Every time he says "Darling" my brain turns off and I wake up hours later with no memories.

Dante: It is hilarious how he innocent he really is while trying to act like the king. Eiden plays him like a fiddle. Hearing his past can make me sad though. I mean... Why does this game keep hurting our boys like this????

Rin: Why hot if evil? He has an eye mask and a tongue piercing... I am a weak person. I have things I like and he has them. I also want to slap him though because he hurt the boys I love! Also... yeah... I need the story here...

Rei: POWER BOTTOM! WE FINALLY GOT A POWER BOTTOM!!! And I love that he's not immediately all over Eiden but treats their relationship more casually. It's a refreshing dynamic. Also, he's a scientist doing questionable research in his house which is just 😳😳😳 Go on, Sir.

Father: Why is he named that? Is there secret lore or..??? Another animal companion to get cute event outfits. And apparently he's an animal that people have entire legends/wives tales about? I NEED THE LORE!!!

Huey: Fuck that guy.

[honeyviscera]

hihiii !! ^O^ hope you dont mind me sending this so suddenly :"D i saw the post thingy ab the questions and it seemed fun !! so if you dont mind:

1, 17, 28 ( + maybe 38 ) ?

( also i hope youre doing well !! ^^ <333 / p )

hiii kiwi!! always nice to hear from you!! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) and of course i don't mind!! i reblogged the ask game bc i wanted asks :3 i hope you're doing well too <3 anyways, without further ado:

1 - what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

hmmm..... on a bit of a sad note, when i was a kid/young teen, i was always very much an outcast. people consistently found me weird and offputting, and i was very lonely. but i remained true to myself no matter what-- i knew it was pointless to try and "fit in" (because i'd always do it "wrong" anyways)-- so i have a very strong sense of who i am, and i am determined to love myself no matter what. it is also because of this that i'm so determined to be kind. i want to make others feel welcome and loved around me. i don't want to ever treat anyone the way i was treated. i know how much it hurts to be alone, so i want to do what i can to ensure that it won't happen to the people around me. so that's thing #1.

uhhh secondly! for a more lighthearted example, i'd say being in fandom! i've always kind of just kept to myself and have never been involved in major drama, so fandom has always been a favourable experience for me. it started when i was a young teen on pinterest just staring at (what i now know was stolen) fanart and obsessing over my faves, and now i'm on tumblr doing the exact same thing years later! but now i have online friends :) my interests have always brought me so much joy, and having a space to obsess over them as much as i want has just made me even more passionate i think. :3

thirdly, i'd say jazz music. my parents love jazz and play it very often at home. it's a genre i grew up listening to, so it just feels warm, familiar, and home-like. it also inspired me to learn the saxophone in junior and senior high school, and i loved playing jazz songs with others. jazz has been with me for so long :,)

17 - name 3 things that make you happy

oooh ok!!! 1. i love making art, so whenever i get a chance to sit down and make something it's just so nice :))) and i love admiring my creations afterward. 2. i love spending time with my friends! hanging out with them always makes me feel warm. 💖💖 3. my beloved matching bokuto + akaashi nendoroids!!!! i love them so much im so happy to have them. my beloved beloved sons. i love them so much im so lucky i found them at the mall :,)

28 - do you collect anything?

as you might have suspected from my above answer, i collect anime figures! my collection is still very small as i started fairly recently (and my parents are always on me about spending my money more wisely), but i love collecting them!! you can see what figures i have and which ones i want on my myfigurecollection.net profile! ^_^

the two top figures on my wishlist are the new miku x cinnamoroll nendoroid (aaaaaa) and. literally any kaito figure. they really haven't made many......... i need one though :( my little guy :(

38 - fave song at the moment?

i'd say loneliness of spring by inabakumori! the official english cover of it is really good as well. it captures a lot of things i've been feeling lately.......

im also obsessed with chogakusei's newest cover, konton boogie !! :0 it's so good, as his covers always are.

[muskywolfthings]

Hello hello! Hope you guys are doing well :3 I’ve made it my new mission to be more active on here, even besides posting stories- because Tumblr has always brought me a lot of joy, with the people, and writers, and artists, and readers, and even just lurking anons lol. Tumblr used to be my happy place, and I really need more of that in my life as of late.

I’m in the process of moving some fics over to Archive, and I’ve been writing more recently- just personal things, nothing crazy, but Sterek has really gotten its grip back into me- tho I’m also still knee deep in Geraskier content after becoming obsessed with The Witcher lol- and I’m optimistic about getting back into writing for you guys as well! Slowly, but surely. No more deadlines, no more promises, no more having grand expectations of myself to write and be here as much as I used to- cuz I don’t think I’ll ever be able to be as devoted to my accounts as I once was. But I can surely get close to feel myself again 😁❤️‍🔥

I started Kinkmas in 2020, burned out fast, and then took a test hiatus lol- but I loved the fics I produced for the first few days, so I think I’m gonna continue Kinkmas this year. /Slowly. I’ll upload my fics I’ve written so far to a Kinkmas collection on AO3, and then continue from there- tho I may only do like a 25 days of Kinkmas type thing, and pick and choose kinks from the list for those days? Idk, sort of bending the rules a bit, and I’ll probably extend way past December to fill them all- but I genuinely do want to complete a Kinkmas, since I never participated before when I was just putting things out regularly anyways. So there’s that lol

Idk, I’m feeling better about certain things, worse about others, but being in this space on tumblr makes me feel at home. Writing for myself, and for you guys makes me happy in a way I can’t express. And I’m committed to making more time for it. If not for anyone else, than for myself

I was never one for a TON of interaction, I always just sort of wrote stories, filled prompts, and kept it pushing. But I would love to hear more from you guys as I attempt to get back into the slow swing of things! Send me asks, lemme know how you are- if you’re enjoying fics, etc. just chat me up sometime, I’d love to hear from any and all of you :3

I will also attempt to be more active on my AO3 going forward, answering comments and the like, since I always forget those are a thing.

But yeah! Long winded post to say in here, I’m listening, I’m writing, and trying to integrate myself back into this space that’s made me so happy for so many years. I hope you’re all doing well, and yeah! I’m usually around for messages, or asks, submissions. The works.

Love all you guys so much ❤️‍🔥

~Musky 🌚

[nancypullen]

Unexpected Pleasures

I was piddling around the house today, minding my own business and dancing to old Zumba tunes, when the USPS dropped a package on our porch.  That’s not at all unusual, we order a lot online - even our cat food gets delivered.  So I opened the door, brought the box inside and realized that it was from one Dr. Matthew Pullen. Oh boy!  He recently journeyed to Uganda and told me that he was bringing home gifts for everyone.  I always tell him not to do that, to just get there and back safely.  But he doesn’t listen.  So I dug into the box and pulled out surprise after surprise.  He sent Ugandan coffee for Tyler and Jamie, our family’s coffee snobs. I know they’ll love it.

“Grown by the Endiro Growers Bukalasi Women’s Group in the village of Bukalasi in the Mt. Elgon region of Uganda. This coffee is grown at an altitude ranging from 5,850 - 6,100 feet. Expect to find stone fruity flavors and a tea-like finish.” Cool! He had some time to kill in Amsterdam on his trip home and he knows how much Mickey and I love the Netherlands, so he sent us a killer collection of Dutch cheese! My fat cells are quivering with delight.

For his favorite niece he chose an adorable, soft Delft blue bear and a big container of her favorite gummi bears.  He knows the way to her heart.

I didn’t take things out of their bags because I didn’t want to risk messing anything up before they reached their intended recipients.  I’m clumsy. I could see myself lifting the bear out, fumbling it, bouncing it off the counter and into the cat’s water dish.  Seriously.   So as I exclaimed over the thoughtful gifts while keeping everything tucked away, I found the pièce de résistance.  Because Matt has enough frequent flyer miles to go to the moon, and because he has a professional travel budget and all that - he was able to make the entire trip to Uganda and back in the comfort of first class. He’s made plenty of hopscotch trips across the globe in less than luxurious circumstances, he’s earned it.  Anyway, he was delighted with the private pod where he could actually get some sleep, and all of the other perks were fun too. He landed in Amsterdam and had to switch from Delta to KLM to make the milk run to Kigali and Entebbe before getting a shuttle to Kampala. Because he was a first class passenger on KLM he was gifted with a commemorative Delft house.  It’s filled with some sort of gin, but who cares about that?  He received one going and coming back, so he sent one to me!!!  It’s sitting on my kitchen window sill and I absolutely love it.

Isn’t that the cutest thing EVER?  I’ll think of our visits to the Netherlands every time I look at it.  The chimney is corked and sealed, but if you wanted the gin that’s where it would pour out.  Each one is modeled after an actual building and they’ve been giving away these houses since 1952. Wow!  How’s that for a treasure chest?  Smack dab in the middle of an ordinary day, Matt showered us with some love. The day after tomorrow we’ll carry the gifts over the bridge to the Edgewater gang and celebrate the grandgirl’s 5th birthday.  More joy.  She has requested a mermaid cake and some “good binoculars”.  Grancy has the binoculars and her mom is creating the beautiful cake.  I’m 100% sure it will be a hilarious and sweet day. That’s it. Just sharing some happiness and feeling really, really grateful for the people that I love.  I never forget how very, very lucky I am. That’s not bragging , that’s bone deep gratitude.   I’m off to soak in a tub and use my last Christmas bath bomb.  Then I’m going to get under the covers, play a few word games on my phone and then start a new book. I’ll share that tomorrow.  Until then, stay safe, stay well, call someone you love.

Nancy

[rjtempest9900]

Ideas for a new animation and why this one hasn’t worked.

The idea I have at the moment hasn’t been planning out as well as I’d like it too due to,

1. The people who I’m in contact with are over seas and are very busy with their own lives.

2. Questions haven’t been answered so I’m falling behind with all my academic work due to being flustered with needing the information I’m not able to collect.

3. General topic and change of animation methods aren’t suited to me due to mental health issues and travel.

So, in my eyes yet again I’m going to have to change the idea of my animation to something completely different. something a little more lighthearted maybe or to still concentrate on mental health issues? The idea of having artist block isn’t great to me at the moment but I think that’s due to me panicking about not getting things done and having a schedule to run from, so this is definitely why I’m pondering new ideas and thinking of another way around my dilemma.

First idea I have come up with – Depression demon. Everybody knows about depression either through personal experience or through a friend/ family member who is going through it. So, my first idea is from a personal point of view but told form the 3rd person perspective.

It’s what I can imagine my depression ‘monster’ looking like if it could manifest into a physical form, this monster is the part of you that hides your true emotions from the outside world therefore always hiding your true expressions from the ones you love and those who care about you. This creature is like a leech only it emerges from inside the body and attaches itself to you like a led weight being carried around and feeds off your negative emotions making you feel them to the full extent.

For the basis of this animation, it’ll be based around a woman who suffers with depression and everyday her ‘monster’ of depression chooses the mask she has to wear which are all in a cupboard labeled with each day of the week, hiding any sense of her original and true emotions she will go and see her friends or go to university with a mask hiding her true self underneath. until one day she’s had enough and goes and talks to a doctor, which in turn enables her to cope with the depression which leads her to burn all the masks, hence she burned the masks of which the said monster used to suppress her to what she had become rather than who she is letting her live a life she’s always wanted to have leading to her happiness and achieving all her goals.

Second idea- Joseph’s little moment of joy and lifelong dream. Alone, no one likes being alone, in a world made for people to live with others loneliness is a hard hitter when it comes to the younger generations between the ages of 16-26. This idea came from thinking of different types of trade workers and how it can be lonely in certain types of trades for example lighthouse keepers tend to be alone all the time due to the situation of the job. This became an idea for an animation on loneliness and depression.

The animation will be about a 25-year-old man named Joseph, who works in a lighthouse in the south of England. The year is 1809 before the automatic lighthouses had been brought into society these had to be manually lit with whale oil or paraffin which was a lot of work for the keeper up and down the long spiral staircase to get the oil and bring it back up to fill the reservoir for the light to shine bright enough for the safe passing of boats. It’s the same routine each day for him, wake up, make food and eat, go down the spiral stairs, get the oil for the light, go back up the spiral stairs, fill the reservoir, polish the glass of the lighthouse, cook and eat dinner, go down the spiral staircase, get the oil, go back up the spiral staircase, fill the reservoir again, log the days activities and then bed time. The same old routine each day everyday for the rest of his life, Joseph lost his wife and child due to Tuberculosis which sent him in to a downward spiral of depression hence why he got the job as a lighthouse keeper so he could concentrate on that and himself and he could get away from the harsh reality back at his homestead. Until one day his routine changes and he finally has something that makes him feel better about his life, he’s always been a massive fan of a big ship named the Percival which is a big Brigadier built in the 1780s manned by a massive crew, Joseph had always had a fascination with this beautiful vessel ever since he was just a wee nipper himself, it had survived many encounters with the French naval ships which where often targets of the English vessels due to the napoleonic wars happening between the English and French. As Joseph had been at sea in the lighthouse for around 6 months now and had been told that the relief for him to go for his 2-week break had been postponed due to harsh weather it was getting really tough for him as he knew he maybe in the lighthouse for many more months on his own due to this situation, the change of witnessing this wonderful ship that he’s been wanting to see since a child really made him think of what he misses the most but yet again of how it can be the little things in life that change how you feel about life.

This is the central message for this animation little things in life can make the biggest impact on your mental health no matter the situation.

What do I think? I’m leaning more toward doing my lighthouse idea as it would be really nice to see this in the stop motion style, I can really show my passion for the media. Not only do I love ships to, but I can resonate with how loneliness can be a massive pain for anyone suffering with depression as I have gone through this myself during my first year of university on my undergraduate degree, I had to concentrate on something else to keep my mind off what was happening around me so I put my feelings and thoughts away to concentrate on my degree which in the end got me a 2:2 overall but without doing what I did to keep myself afloat I wouldn’t have gotten my degree at all. This is the same for Joseph, if he just sat and got in his head about what had happened at home he would’ve ended up in a worse place and would’ve never had the opportunity to see this magnificent vessel and complete his life’s dream.

[uidbmgmt]

And so Everfree Northwest 2023 has come and gone. I had such a blast this past weekend. Lemme regale to you my story.

Long post ahead.

I got to room with some amazing new people and learn more about them and their lives. Cross was there for The Owl House VAs and he was a joy. We watched random videos on YouTube and talked about all kinds of stuff. Erik was a great roomie. He’s an author and gave each of us copies of his work! I’m not much of a book reader, but I’ll try my hardest to stick to it. Tori was so kind and a pleasure to room with. It’s so wonderful to room with strangers and end up as friends.

I was so fortunate to see some of my friends there and hang out with them. I always enjoy my time with friends, especially at con. It’s extra special when we all start making real talk and let out our true feelings. It was always wonderful to run into other bronies at the smoke area and make chitchat about stuff with them. Would have done it more, but it was hot outside and I was keeping busy.

I entered the cosplay contest, my first ever, with one of my con roomies. We didn’t win, but that’s okay. It was fun to try. I made sure to cheer and shout extra loud for all the cosplayers who went up on stage. I am so happy that my friend Stuart won judges choice in the contest from The Owl House VAs. He works so hard on his cosplays every year and he deserves every bit of recognition he got. So proud of him. Give the man a big round of applause!

I made sure to bring my bubble bazooka with me so I could blow bubbles for everyone. I was gonna do it in the Gala but they didn’t want the dance floor slippery. Totally understandable. I went outside the gala and blew bubbles at the entrance, people coming and going through a pathway of bubbles! People LOVED it. After a bit someone came out and told me a few of the bubbles were making their way to the stage! That’s faaarrrr. XDDD I’ll have to bring it back again next year and blow bubbles in the foals room, with permission of course.

I made over 250 kandi bracelets for Everfree this year, had been working on them since the beginning of the year. I started giving them out on day zero. I’m happy to report I gave away every single kandi bracelet I had brought with me. I was not the only one doing this as other people were dropping kandi bracelets here and there on the free tables too. People absolutely loved them. I think next year I might give out buttons too, we’ll see.

I went to one panel while I was there. It was a panel for plushie making. It was hosted by a person named Hibiscus Stitch and they have been making plushies since the early 2000’s. I made sure to give them a kandi bracelet before the panel started. It interesting to hear about their story and see the progress they have made in their journey. They even had words of encouragement for aspiring plush toy makers from other plushie artists out there. Before the panel, a person came up the them three unicorn Twilight Sparkle plush toys and asked if they would hand them out during the panel. They agreed and so at the end, they threw them into the audience. I got supremely lucky as they threw one right in my direction, I was sitting in the front, so I jumped up, grabbed it, fell back into my chair and then onto the floor, on my back. I laughed because it was funny and my friend Stuart helped me up. Needless to say I got the plushie. I’m so happy to add a Twilight Sparkle plush to my collection. I didn’t have one before now. :3

After the panel, since there was no plush toy meetup on the schedule, I convinced the other attendees in the panel with plush toys to gather them all together for a photo. There were so many big ass plush toys there, it’s enough to make you squeal. I got a real good photo of the plushies, including the ones I had with me, Twilight and my own girl Magic Lady, but I totally forgot to include Angel Bunny in the video. OOPS. Sorry Angel, I know you just wanted the attention.

It was great fun to go to two room parties while I was there! I always enjoy a good room party, so I absolutely had to attend one. Or two. On Friday, Stuart and I went and checked out the BABScon room party. It was pretty bussin. They had several different drink options, both alcoholic and nonalcoholic, and so my friend and I each got ourselves a drink, donating the rest of my change to the tip jar. I got a tasty, pony themed, alcoholic beverage while Stuart got a pony themed mocktail. Both were delicious. We didn’t stay there for long, just enough to finish my drink. Stuart doesn’t take to loud parties so I made sure we got out quick. Hope you weren’t too overstimulated while there. I know the awesome convo in the room probably made up for it.

The second room party I went to was on Saturday and it was in my Bitch Buddy’s room. Her and her newlywed husband hosted a small party with drinks and Cards Against Humanity. There were oven ten people at the party! We played cards against the plush toys and I got drunk. Not too drunk though, just a comfortable level where I was still competent. I had so much fun at this room party. I always enjoy having a small room party with friends and CAH always makes for a great time. I got lucky and Bitch Buddy let me write in a black card. “What got me kicked out of the convention?” It was the first card we played. I also won that round because I wrote my custom white card as a direct response to that question that would also be hilarious in other situations. I didn’t set out to fix myself the winner, it just ended up that way. LOL, I got karma, it was the only black card I won that game. XDDD

Do you feel sad and need your faith in humanity restored? I got you. At the end of day one, I stopped at a free table while on the way to vape to check for goodies. I put my bag down on a seat next to it and then walked away without it. After getting back to my room, I realized I didn’t have it and went to look for it. Stuart was with me, so we checked the areas we were at and nothing. Feeling panicked, but not wanting to show any emotion about it, I masked being calm and decided to check first with hotel staff and then secondly with con ops. I went to the front desk and kindly asked, “Has anybody turned in a bag? It’s a clear MLP bag and it has my wallet, a plush toy that opens into a bag, two pairs of glasses,” etc and so on. The two at the desk looked at each other and one said, “I’ll go get it, I just took it down,” and he left for the staff door. They told me yes, someone just turned it into them. I was beyond happy. I literally turned around and shouted loudly, “Thank you bronies!” I quickly looked back to the receptionist and apologized for the noise. They didn’t mind. I checked my phone while waiting and I had a new discord notification from someone I had not known. Apparently the hotel notified the con that I had lost my bag and they sent me a message to check with hotel front of desk to get it. I was so happy. When I got my bag back, I made sure to check it. Everything was still there, including my grocery money. Man, if you needed a story to restore your faith in humanity, that was it.

On day zero, while I was waiting for the head of room to arrive, I was lucky to run into someone giving away little pony figures. They were in a crochet bag. I picked up a Mrs Cake to go with my Mr Cake. The person with the toys mentioned that once they were all out, they would be giving the bag they were in away. They asked if I wanted it and so I said absolutely! It was such a lovely bag. They said once they run out they’re giving it to the first person who wants it, so hopefully I would get lucky. On day two, I ran into them again and they had emptied the bag of all its contents. They mentioned again that they were going to give it away and I happen to be the first person he encountered. Well, I have a brand new bag now. It’s a lovely, handmade shoulder bag, big enough to hold a pony plush or two. It looks like something Izzy Moonbow would make, so it’s now officially my Izzy bag. I’d I ever cosplay her, I’ll have the perfect bag. I took all my pony pins and buttons and put them on the bag. I’m gonna cover the whole thing.

The arts and crafts room is always a great place to find good people. I went there to make kandi bracelets and ended up running into what I would call my most favorite cosplayers there this year. I didn’t notice them when I sat down, but a couple minutes later, I looked over and grinned from ear to ear. They looked at me confused, until they realized I recognized their cosplay. They were cosplaying as Nostalgia Critic. It gets better. The guy next to them looks at me too and goes, “And I’m Linkara.” I lost it. I was so happy. I managed to get a great picture of them together. A short bit later, they hand me a bracelet and ask me if I wanted to keep it. I love all gifts so I said yes. It said E621 on it. I felt like I knew that from somewhere, but couldn’t recall. Later in my room, I asked my roomies about it and Cross laughed. “It’s a furry porn site,” he said. I immediately shouted, “OKAY THIS IS MINE NOW.” I think it’s so hilarious.

My brain is not a nice place and while making a bracelet with trans colors on it, my brain said to put the word “tr*n*y” on it. I immediately told the people around me that my brain said that and they all cringed. I did too. Everyone, including my heart was telling me no way Jose. I said, “Brain, you can do better.” Instead, another voice in the brain said, “Okay, you want a trans bracelet but don’t want it to directly say “transgender” or “trans”, make it say “transmission”. You’re a transmission, just a little refurbished.” I laughed at that and went with it. Now I have a transmission bracelet. LOL I rather like it, actually. It’s evidence that even though my brain is a pit of disgusting filth, my heart is still golden and trying its best.

The vendor hall was great. Such a variety of pony related goods. Plushies, clothing, bags, pins, keychains, stickers, cups, all manner of things. I didn’t have a ton of money to spend but I was able to get myself a glass tumbler filled with glitter, featuring Princess Luna on the front. I wanted something useful from the vendor hall so that was a logical choice. I use a tumbler every day for water. I sure hope my cats or my absentmindedness don’t accidentally break it. I also was able to purchase a Zipp Storm badge and two pins, SciTwi and Sunset, for myself.

My caretaker, my roomie, and her girlfriend were supposed to attend the con too, but their hotel got overbooked and they couldn’t find another room so they ended up going home. At the very least, they were able to bring me my medications that I forgot. I felt so bad for them so I spent the last of my money for the month to get them each something from the vendor hall to make up for it. I got Greg a Derpy lanyard, Maya a SciTwi pin, and Carrie got an Aria button. I’m so sorry you weren’t able to attend this year. I’ll see if I can talk Greg into going next year and we can all room in the convention hotel together, no overbooking there.

I am a small artist, barely even known, so I decided to take a few of my unity crystal lapel pins with me and see if anyone wanted to buy one or trade. I was fortunate to be able to trade with two other artists while there, Moozua and GleamyDreams. I got a Fluttershy pin and a keychain of Bowser in a jar. My first trades ever!! I was gonna trade more with the vendors, because Sunday is the day to do it, but I was out of service then.

Out of service? Well, I woke up Sunday morning from PTSD nightmares with one hell of a tension headache. I couldn’t do anything but sleep all day. I did eventually wake up with no headache but by that time, the convention had officially come to an end. I’m not too upset about it. Sure, I missed the last day, but I had a FANTASTIC couple days before then. That more than made up for it. It ended up working out anyways.

It worked out, because during the room party, we were exposed to ‘you know what’. I’m not upset about it whatsoever. I had a fun time and if I die, I die happy. Don’t worry though, I don’t think I’m gonna die from anything yet. I would take a test but it’s too early and you can’t find them in our town. I will just self isolate in my room, wear a mask, and monitor myself for any bad signs. Not too difficult, I self isolate all the time. XDDD

I had a couple issues finding a ride, but managed to find one a month before con. They were so very nice, the both of them, and very understanding of my being in contact with you know what. They even still offered me a ride home, despite it, and the next day they were transparent with me about having a sore throat and still offered their services. I made sure to give each of them one of my custom unity crystal pins as a token of gratitude.

I am so fortunate to have such loving people in my life. I received so many gifts from people this year. A Fluttershy ID, a Sunset Shimmer lighter, several kandi bracelets, and some artwork. Not to mention the books, the bag, and plushie unicorn Twilight (if you count that). I am truly blessed by some force of the universe. Something made sure I did not go unrecognized.

I had such a wonderful time at Everfree this year. It was truly awesome. I’m ecstatic I got to see so many wonderful people there and make lasting memories. I hope to go back next year and room with my housemates. I’ll convince them. We’ll all have so much fun. We can host a room party and invite all our friends. I plan to apply to host a plushie meetup, since there wasn’t one on the schedule, and maybe host another panel, if I get approved. I have a couple ideas floating around in my head.

My apologies if you went to Everfree and we did not get to talk much. I didn’t mean to snub you and I hope I get to make up for it next convention. I also apologize if I said or did anything else that might have upset or rubbed you the wrong way. Do let me know if I did and we will work things out. That’s what friends do. I love you all so very much and thank you for reading along.

[nailsoftheheart]

I feel happy today. Actually I feel hungover, but also happy. I'm having a kick back at my pad tonight, just some of my really good friends, muppets Christmas movies, booze, food and copious amounts of weed. I'm excited to just relax.

Think I just feel, things have come full circle and I'm moving into the next chapter. I did a gig with my DJ crew last night, the djing didn't go great, but what did go great was spending time with my friends, my goth guys Manny calls them. I made Alfonso a small green card that unfolds into 5 hearts that I wrote heart chakra affirmations on for him. He told me he didn't feel love anymore and I told him he has blockages in his heart, that he needs to heal his heart chakra, I gave him some green citrine aswell. It's my former crushes birthday on the 30th, I dunno if I'll see him before that so I brought him a gift, the flowers in the dustbin Ko LP, i wanted to get him a record, but I dunno his collection, but I do know he didn't have FITD!! He seemed genuinely moved that I thought of him and was really thankful, I could see in his eyes his appreciation, not just for thinking of him, but for me.

I finally asked the boys, my goth guys, why back in May they invited me to DJ with them and I said, was it just like to help get people, because my husband said y'all needed my feminine energy. They were very stern in answering, like they had been waiting for me to question it lol, they both looked me dead in the face and said they knew I was cool, and Alfonso told Eddie, let's get this cool lady Katie to come DJ with us, she knows the IE and is cool. LMFAOOO I know they thought I could help draw people, but they were like we do need that feminine energy and scrambling to make sure I wasn't in anyway upset that they didn't yet know I'm a divine being of light who literally brings magic everywhere I go and when treated well spreads joy and beauty to all I encounter lol. I told them, I want you to know that I love you both and I really appreciate you guys inviting me out. They said they appreciate me and got all squiggly about me saying love lol. I always give them lots of hugs, we always get a lot of laughs in and I stay having jokes so we joke lol. I'm so happy to be friends I am even happy for Eddie to have a girlfriend, like genuinely happy not forcing myself to feel compersion, actually happy.

So one of the guys out of the like 2 who like me, showed up last night. We haven't met properly before, he messaged me and said he's been seeing me around, I was like do you like me or something?? Lol so subtle. He said I'm cute with good hair so I've been trying to meet him to see how he is, I told him to come to a couple of things before but he didn't make it. So he shows up and I'm like oh no! Then I'm like, why do I care I'm just me and if he digs it, cool, if not that's chill too. I go say hi and give him a little hug, his voice was so dorky, his glasses are so thick and he's small. I was like, ummm, it's he hot?? He rolled a joint and shared. He didn't say much to me, but I liked his energy. If he was into me I think I might go for it. I could see myself kissing him, but I definitely for sure thought I wasn't going to be interested so I'm surprised af. We'll see if he even likes me now that he's hung out with me though!!

The nicest thing though, was not feeling alone. I had two friends there who are also dealing with their parents having cancer or being sick. It felt really nice to get to support one another and just talk. I am extremely grateful to them and for them. My mom is gonna start chemo in January and I'm praying it all goes exceptionally well.

[endless-summer-soldier]

i don't wanna know (ii)

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

summary: when you learn that Bucky knows nothing about music, you start introducing him to some of your favorite bands. as your hang outs become more and more frequent, you start to catch feelings for the super soldier.

warnings: alcohol, references to a family death, implied sex

word count: 633 (sorry, I know this one is short)

series playlist

series masterlist

X

“So what is this Fleetwood Mac?” he asked you, making himself comfortable on your sofa. You had pulled out your Rumours album and placed it on display by your record player.

“Fleetwood Mac is arguably one of the most successful bands of the 70s. And Rumours was created from scandal and drama, yet it's one of their most successful albums.”

“What kind of scandal?”

“A couple of the band members were married and went through a divorce while making this album. And then Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nicks were in an on again, off again relationship and they were fighting all the time. A lot of the bandmates weren’t even on speaking terms when they were recording. Yet they made this incredible album.”

“How do you know all this?”

You shrugged, “My dad taught me a lot about this stuff. When I was younger we would listen to a record every Sunday together. And he would tell me all about the artists and what the songs were about.”

“You must be pretty close.”

“We were. He actually passed away about five years ago.”

“Oh Y/N, I’m sorry.”

“Oh it’s fine. I’ve come to terms with it. I’m just happy we got to spend those moments together. And he left me his collection when he passed so I always have something to remind me of him.”

“And now you’re sharing all that knowledge with me.”

“Well someone has to!”

“Alright, alright. Let’s get into it.” You started up the record player and brought over two gin martinis. Bucky insisted on drinking with you even though he never felt the effects of alcohol. Truthfully you were happy for the company so that you weren’t drinking alone.

X

“What’s your favorite song from the album?” he asked. You learned your lesson from your last session and kept quiet as you both listened, letting Bucky forge his own opinions.

“What’s your favorite song?” you echoed.

He held up the vinyl cover, studying the track list, “I liked...The Chain.” You smiled and gave him a nod. “What about you though?”

You sighed, “Every time I listen to this album, a different song speaks to me.”

“What was it this time?”

“I Don’t Wanna Know.” Bucky looked at the track list and nodded his head. “How does this compare to Bowie?” you asked.

He let out a big sigh, “I mean, it’s different right? I don’t feel like I can pick one over the other. It sort of just depends on the kind of mood you’re in.”

You gave him a big smile, “What, is that a bad answer?” he asked.

You shook your head, “That is the correct answer.”

“Phew, glad I passed the test.”

“You’ve earned yourself another session.”

“Just tell me when and where.”

“Do you have any missions coming up this week?”

He shrugged, “I’m sure I will. They don’t exactly give me much notice.”

“Fair enough. Well I’m always around so why don’t you figure out your week and let me know what works for you.”

“That I can do.” He collected himself and headed toward your front door. You followed behind him and he paused at the front door. You both stood there in silence for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Part of you thought maybe you should hug him, but you hadn’t crossed the touch barrier that often and you didn’t want to make Bucky uncomfortable. He stood there, looking at you nervously and just as you were about to speak, he broke the silence.

“Thank you for sharing all this with me. I didn’t realize that music was such an important part of your life.”

You smiled at him, “I’m happy to do so. Music has brought me so much joy and has helped me deal with so many things. I think that you of all people deserve that too.”

He gave you a smile and stepped out the door.

“Bring wine.” The thought came out of nowhere and suddenly you had blurted it out.

“What?”

“For our next session.”

“Oh,” he chuckled. “Red or white?”

“I’ll let you decide that.”

[somewhatgreatexpectations]

To Die For (Wanda Maximoff/ Reader)

Hello! It is with great joy and a little bit of sadness that I present you all with the final part of “Love Goes”. This part in particular is inspired by Sam Smith’s “To Die For”. Pieces from Endgame are used but very little. 

Summary: The aftermath of Endgame, how will Wanda navigate and what will happen to Y/n. 

“I long for you, just a touch of your hand. You don't leave my mind. Lonely days I'm feeling like a fool for dreaming… Sunshine living on a perfect day while my world's crashing down.”

Hope. That was all Wanda had left. She knew that she couldn’t let it waver for even a moment. Allowing the hope within her to waver would be the same as accepting defeat. Accepting that you weren’t coming back. That was something she would never allow herself to believe. 

Like you told her, you and her were a happy ending. It’s the only ending she could ever envision for herself. The only life she wanted. The only life she’d accept. You and her. Together. Happily.

It had only been a week since the fateful battle and you had been transferred to a S.W.O.R.D. facility since. What worried Wanda most was that you still hadn’t woken up and hadn’t shown much progression since arriving. 

She could still feel you though. 

Wanda would allow herself glimpses into your mind and could see the vibrancy that still existed within. Your heart was still beating, and your mind was still your own. Even if you weren’t awake, you were still you.

The thought brought comfort to Wanda despite the circumstances. It kept hope alive in her heart.

It was only a matter of time until you were awake and in her arms again. At least that’s what she kept telling herself. 

The situation could have been worse though and she knew that. Shortly after you were transferred to the facility she learned the full details of how exactly Thanos was defeated. How Tony and Natasha had given their lives in exchange for the outcome. As much as the news saddened her, she couldn’t help but feel a selfish sense of relief that you hadn’t been dealt the same fate. 

Her life – her heart - felt as though it was hanging in the balance. You were all she had. All she wanted. If she lost you she knew there would be no recovery for her. She’d drown. Sink to the bottom with no chance of resurfacing if you weren’t there to pull her back up. 

The warmth of your hand in her own anchored her. It always did, but not as much as being in your arms, or hearing your voice. “I’m drowning.” She whispered against your hand. “I’m drowning, Y/n. I need to hear your voice, see you open your eyes, and have you hold me and tell me everything is going to be okay. I’m drowning, and you can’t save me until you wake up.” Her lips trembled slightly against your hand as a single tear fell down her cheek.

The days and nights had blurred together for her. Both of which were spent unwaveringly at your side. The only disruptions often came in the form of varying people in the facility checking your vitals or injecting new medications into your IV that they informed her should wake you up soon. 

Besides the worry and fear she constantly felt, there was a sense of bitterness that the only one who had come to see you or her during your time in the facility was Fury. That was only when you were still at S.H.I.E.L.D’s location. It was upsetting to her that Steve had yet to visit you considering the history you two shared and how close you two had always been. Considering how you had been willing to risk your life for him on multiple occasions. 

Today was Tony’s funeral and she was reluctantly leaving your side to pay her respects for a short while. Also, to give Rogers a piece of her mind.

When the funeral concluded she wandered over to the lake to collect her thoughts and emotions. Taking in the beautiful day around her, a stark contrast to how she felt internally. The perfect day felt wrong when it still felt like her world was crashing down within her. 

As she was staring out the lake, preparing herself for what she wanted to tell Steve, Clint walked up to her. “Hey, kid.” 

Wanda kept a neutral face and merely nodded at him. “Hello.”

There was hesitation in the way Clint stopped at her side. “You have every right to not want to talk to me right now.” He began seriously, his head ducked shamefully. “I wanted to go visit Y/n… Check on you. I did. I just-… It’s been hard accepting that Nat’s gone, you know? It’s not an excuse for not being there. It’s just where my head was. I’m sorry, Wanda.” 

As much as Wanda wanted to ignore him, she knew she couldn’t. “I understand.” She replied softly, her gaze still on the lake before her. 

“I wish there was a way that I could let her know that we won. That we did it.” Clint admitted quietly to her.

Wanda shifted her gaze to him. “She knows.” There was a small pause. “They both do.” Despite not being awake, she liked to believe that you knew.

Clint wrapped a comforting arm around her and she leaned into the embrace. 

“Wanda.” A somber voice caught her attention as she turned to find Steve standing there with his hands folded behind his back. “A word?”

Clearly not wanting to be caught in the crossfire, Clint stepped back. “I think that’s my cue to go.” He pressed a kiss to the top of Wanda’s head. “I’ll do better, okay? Let me know if you need anything. I’ll be by to visit Y/n soon.” Wanda nodded slightly at his words as he walked away. 

When Clint was out of the vicinity, Steve stepped into his place. Wanda’s jaw clenched. She was more upset at him than anyone. She knew if roles were reversed you would have been uncompromisingly by his side.

“What do you want?” She asked, her tone cold.

Steve’s face remained neutral despite her tone. “How is she?”

A bitter laugh escaped her lips at his question. “How is she?” she shook her head in disbelief. “You have a lot of nerve asking that when you’ve had a whole week to go see for yourself.”

A heavy sigh escaped his lips. “Look, Wanda, I understand you’re upset with me but I-“

Wanda rounded on him, her eyes livid. “Upset? I am far passed upset, Rogers. I’m furious. Y/n needed you and you abandon her. She would have done anything for you! She idolized you!”

Each of Wanda’s words impacted Steve, she could see that, but she didn’t stop. He took it. “She thought you were her family and you couldn’t even be bothered to go see for yourself if she’s okay! You don’t even care-“

“Enough! That’s not true!” Steve roared. The accusation that he didn’t care seemingly being the final straw. Wanda recoiled in surprise. “I feel guilty, okay? I feel like the only reason that she’s in there in the first place is because of me. I couldn’t face her. I didn’t deserve to.” His volume didn’t lower as the emotions he was holding in finally boiled over. 

“You know she wouldn’t have blamed you.” Wanda eventually replied, her tone still clipped.

Steve rubbed a hand down his face. “I know, but I do. I blame myself. She was trying to protect me, and she only felt like she had to protect me because I couldn’t stop him the first time. She got hurt because I couldn’t get to her fast enough. She’s my family too.” 

As much as she wanted to be angry with him, she found it much more difficult when she learned of the guilt that seemed to be weighing heavily on him. “You know Y/n would have done that either way.” She confessed quietly. “She would have tried to stop him regardless of who she was defending. That’s who she is.”

A weak nod was his only response. Wanda wasn’t sure if he believed her. “How has she been?” Steve repeated, hoping for a genuine answer this time.

“She still hasn’t woken up.” Wanda began unsteadily. “They keep injecting her with new serums everyday saying that each one will wake her up, but it never does.”

Steve closed his eyes at the information, his expression distressed for just a moment until he schooled his features and put on a brave face for Wanda. “She’s going to wake up. I know she will.” 

Hearing the words she had been telling herself from someone else brought Wanda a small sense of comfort. “I know she will too.” She turned to him. “I’m going to get back to her now, she needs me. Go see her.” 

“I will.” He nodded firmly, his words definitive. “I have to return the stones in an hour and try and see if I can undo something. As soon as I do that I’ll be immovably by her side. I’ll stay with you until she wakes up. You have my word. She has my word.” There was purpose in his voice. 

Wanda quirked her lips up slightly at him and nodded without a word. She knew he meant what he said. She walked off to her car to begin the drive back to S.W.O.R.D’s medical branch of the facility. ___________________ Her heart dropped when she entered your room, only to be met with an empty bed. On numb legs, she ran out and stopped the first worker she saw. “Y/n Y/ln. Where is she? She was here just an hour ago.” 

The employee looked around nervously. “She’s been moved. I believe it would be in your best interest to speak to the director.”

Wanda’s brow furrowed in confusion. “The director? Why?”

“His office is located on the second floor, third door on the left.” The employee informed her meekly before scurrying away. 

Practically running, Wanda reached the office in minutes, throwing the door open. “Ms. Maximoff.” The man who she presumed to be the director greeted her, an unnerving smile on his face.

“Where is she?” Wanda demanded, not caring about anything other than being reunited with you. “Is-is she okay?” Anxiety began to build within her and press against her chest making it harder for her to breath. Her nails dug into her palms.

The man gestured for her to sit in an empty chair, she ignored the request. “My name is Tyler Hayward. I am the director of S.W.O.R.D.”

Wanda merely stared blankly back at him, her jaw clenched tightly. “Where. Is. Y/n?” She enunciated sharply, her patience fading. 

The unnerving smile never faltered on Hayward’s face. “That is the unfortunate part, Ms. Maximoff. You see, while you were gone Ms. Y/ln suffered from some brain hemorrhaging. We were able to stop it, but it seems her brain has suffered an extensive amount of damage. We ran some tests and it appears she has lost all cognitive function. She is just a shell now. She only has another day or two at best. I’m sorry.”

Wanda’s world stopped at his words. She immediately shook her head. “That’s not true.” She said shakily as tears began streaming down her cheeks, the weight on her chest getting heavier, forcing her under. She couldn’t breathe. “That’s not true. Let me see her.” 

Hayward gestured forward to the large window in his office. “They’re running some tests on her now, but so far the data has remained conclusive. There is no longer brain function.” Numbly Wanda walked up to the large window and glanced down, feeling the life drain from her at the sight of you. Pale and on what looked like an experimentation table, surrounded by several S.W.O.R.D. scientists.  “I’m afraid it’s time to start talking about letting her go.”

Wanda spun around to face him angrily. “Let her go?” she cried, her voice cracking. “She’s all I have.”

Hayward held his hands up slightly. “It’s only a matter of days before she’s unable to breathe on her own and her heart stops being.”

Empty. That’s what she felt at his words. She wanted to scream. Her powers reacted to the emotion she was feeling before her mind did as the glass she was leaning on shattered. Without hesitation she floated down to where you were. Her heart hammering in her chest the closer she got. 

The world around her went dark and the only sight she was able to take in was the way your chest weakly rose and fell with each breath. With shaking hands, she raised them to your temple as feeble wisps of red floated from her fingertips and disappeared into your mind. 

All she saw was darkness. 

“I can’t feel you.” She whispered brokenly, the pain in her chest overcoming her. The sensation composing her entire being as everything within her collapsed. She was alone, and she knew she wouldn’t recover. Then everything went dark around her. ________________________________

“Darling, have you seen my notebook? I’m running late for my meeting with my editor and I can’t seem to find it anywhere.” You questioned hastily as you rushed into the kitchen and skidded to a halt in the entry way. Looking around the area with a frazzled expression on your face.

Wanda looked over from her place by the stove and waved her hand, the notebook floating from under your arm to directly in front of your face. “You mean this one, dear?” She asked with an amused smile. 

Sheepishly you plucked the notebook out of the air as you made your way over to her. “What would I do without you?” You leaned forward so your lips rested gently against her own.

“Mmm,” Wanda mumbled with a smile as she spoke against your lips. Her arms resting comfortably over your shoulders. “I believe your mind would fail you, sweetheart.”

Your hands fell to her waist as you pulled her closer. “That’s for certain.” You replied easily with a loving smile. “Have I told you how beautiful you look today?”

A small blush spread over her cheeks. “You have not but thank you. You look beautiful as well, darling. I’m beginning to get jealous that your editor gets to spend the day in your presence. Speaking of…” she trailed off and glanced pointedly at the clock.

“My meeting!” Your eyes widened as you pressed one last loving kiss to her lips. “I’ll be going now. I love you, darling. I’ll be home soon!” You shouted as you began running out. 

Wanda shook her head at you, the smile on her face never faltering. “I love you, too, dear!” She called after you, pretending to catch the kiss you blew to her as you rushed out the door. She sighed happily and leaned against the wall of the kitchen. 

The end.

 . . . . . .

“Glad you were able to make it, Rogers.” Fury said seriously as he shook Steve’s hand. “And Ms. Romanoff. Welcome back.” He shook her hand as well. 

Steve nodded easily in response. “Of course. You know that I’d be here in a heartbeat for Y/n. Wanda as well.” Both followed Fury into a large make-shift tent located in the woods. 

“What exactly are we dealing with?” Natasha asked, confusion lacing her words.

For a moment Fury seemed to ponder her question. “We’re not entirely sure.”

“Does Wanda even know that she saved Y/n? That she was never gone?” Steve questioned seriously, his arms crossed as he stared at the screen before him. 

Fury shook his head. “No. It seems Hayward convinced Wanda that Y/n was gone, no brain function. What Wanda didn’t know was he had gone rogue. Every serum they injected in Y/n kept her in her comatose state rather than attempt to wake her up like they were telling Wanda. I’ve looked at the files that my inside contacts gave me, and it seems Y/n should have been up in the first day or two to recover from minor brain swelling.”

“Why are they doing this though?” Natasha questioned as she looked over the chart. Steve’s jaw was clenched as he listened to each detail.

Taking the chart from Natasha, Fury turned the pages until he found what he was looking for and handed it back to Natasha. “Right there. It seems that Y/n carries a rare mutant gene that they could extract and essentially build an army with. They believed that if they removed Wanda from the picture they could continue the experiments and eventually wipe Y/n’s memory to use her as a weapon. Turn her into a super solider… but much worse because of her powers.” There was an edge to his tone. “They are very interested in her ability to manipulate earth and metal. They had considered Wanda briefly as well, but the perfect opportunity presented itself with Y/n. That’s why they insisted on her transfer to their facility.” 

“How do we get them back before Hayward gets to them?” Steve questioned quietly, a dangerous tone to his voice.

Instead of answering Fury gestured to the woman who had been sitting and listening to the conversation. “Wanda isn’t letting anyone with ties to your past in. Fury already tried. She won’t let you or Natasha in.” They both stared at her. “I didn’t introduce myself. Sorry, my name is Darcy Lewis. Astrophysics. Big fan.” The bespectacled woman rambled. 

Natasha smirked, an amused glint in her eye. “Okay, Darcy Lewis, what’s our next step?”

“We’ll do whatever it takes.” Steve finished powerfully as they all watched you and Wanda share a sweet kiss before the credits began to roll on the screen before them.

Well, that’s all folks! 13 parts completed! It’s been a journey writing this and it is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written. This story has become my baby and it always brings me so much joy to read your comments and seeing others enjoy it. I had a plan for this chapter since the moment I began writing this story but it was so hard when it came down to writing because of the most recent episode of Wandavision, so I tweaked it a little. Was it a sadder or happier ending? You may never know. Thank you all so much for taking this journey with me. I hope you enjoyed. 

As always, thoughts and comments always welcome. :)

p.s. I brought back Steve and Nat but I couldn’t figure out how to make Tony surviving make sense or fit the story, sorry. Still love Tony. 

[thatweirdoleigh]

Socks (but i finish the fic)

Elijah Mikaelson x reader

Warnings; Eli’s a good husband, and the reader cries oh yeah and reader’s pregnant

a/n ; Here is the full thing!! Cause its cute and for once i actually like the thing that i made. 

Imma tag the people i think will enjoy this.

My moms  @elijahs-wife​ @hellotvshowtrash

The Murder aunts; @mikaelson-emma​ @dumble-daddy​

Other Family Members that i don’t really talk to but love and appreciate anyway!;  @xxwritemeastoryxx​  @ronniemikaelson​ @lady-salvatore @thatfanficstuff @zodiyack @auroracalisto​ @dizzydancingdreamer​ @imaginearyparties​ @alwaysfangirlingish​ 

The giggles of his sisters echoed through the halls and into the entry way as Elijah opened the front door and stepped into his family home. Hope’s laughter and the laughter of his brothers and their wives joining shortly after. Rebekah was telling stories again, of all the mishaps, mistakes and schemes from over the centuries. It made him smile. Today was a good day.

After everything that had happened over the centuries, particularly the past several decades, it seemed like a dream come true to finally feel like a family again. To feel the same humble happiness that they felt when they were all still human. Like touching the stars with their bare hands. So he savored the memories and the joy and the rest that it brought to himself and those he cared so dearly for.

Walking into the parlor he was greeted by the warm welcomes of his family.

“Brother!” Klaus, all but beamed, “Welcome home!” A chorus of welcome home and welcome back echoed behind him.

Elijah grinned, wholeheartedly approving of the laid back posture of his younger brother, his arm slung over the back of the couch behind the witch that Klaus had fallen in love with. It was a stark contrast to the rage and paranoia that plagued him for so many years. “Its good to be home!”

“How was your meeting with the contractor brother?” Finn queried, far more subdued than the others. Even though they had all forgiven him, and profusely apologized for 1000 years of pain, Finn still didn’t feel like he quite belonged with the rest of his family. A fact Elijah had been eager to fix once the realization had set in of exactly how shitty their treatment of him was. Courtesy of Camille, of course. However 900 years in a coffin is not forgotten overnight, so it was still a work in progress. So it further proved to warm Elijah’s heart when his eyes laid upon Finn and found him squished between Freya and Kol’s firecracker of a fiancé, instead of locked in his room.

Elijah smiled at Finn and placed his suit jacket over the back of an unoccupied chair, “It was good. We got all of the final details and planning done and now its we are just waiting for the town to give us a building permit”

“that’s good” Finn replied with a nod.

For context, Y/n was pregnant with Elijah’s child, a miracle given in the form of a spell cast as a wedding gift and created by Kol and Klaus’ wife. Y/n had all but declared that she wanted their children to have as normal lives as physically possible and while the Mikaelsons were hesitant to go along with this plan, it was agreed that perhaps living in a mansion with 4 witches, 6 vampires, and 3 hybrids was not a normal childhood. So it was agreed that they would own a separate family home to raise their children in while still visiting as often as physically possible.

As Elijah looked around and took in the the scene around him he noticed that y/n was not among his siblings and so begged the question as to where was his darling wife?

“If I may ask, where is y/n?”

It was Kol’s fiancé that pipped up. “She came rushing in with a bag, declared that she was going to enjoy her new socks and then she was taking a nap, You know how my twin is Elijah, she gets excited over the simplest things, and then she ran upstairs without another word. Imagine she is asleep by now. Probably has been for a while. ”

Elijah smiled and Keelin looked at her curiously, ”Socks?”

Elijah cleared her confusion “Yes Keelin. Socks. Its seems that my darling wife has developed an affinity for collecting and wearing the most colorful knee-high socks she can find”

“It is rather amusing to watch auntie y/ns excitement.” Hope testified from where she had tucked herself under her father’s other arm. “She rambled on about a pair she had found with neon green strips, all while eating a plate of bacon in the kitchen the other day”

Everyone laughed at the image, and Elijah just shook his head with mirth in his eyes, ”yes well, if you don’t mind I am going to join my wife and unborn child in bed. Goodnight to you all” and a chorus of goodnights followed him down the hall.

As Elijah climbed the stairs he couldn’t help but be reminded of how grateful of all of the things that life has granted him over the years. He had a beautiful wife that loved him and siblings that adored him and soon he would have children of his own.

As Elijah approached the door to his bedroom he couldn’t help but notice something was wrong. Stopping to listen he could hear sniffling and shaky breathes just beyond the door way.

“y/n?” he took the handle and pushed the door open.

There sitting in an armchair in the corner of their room was y/n. She was wearing one of Elijah’s Cambridge sweatshirts and a pair of his boxers. The sweatshirt was cream in color and it matched cream colored socks she held in her hand. While Elijah would normally fawn over how adorable she looked round with his child and dressed in his clothes he was more focused on the tears stains that and puffy red eyes that decorated the face of the love of his life.

Elijah was quick to kneel in front of her and cup her face in his hand “Y/n? Baby what’s wrong? Are you alright?” He placed his other hand on her belly and searched for some kind of injury to suggest that she was hurt.  

She looked at him with a watery smile, kissed his hand and said “I found a pair of socks that would match my favorite one of your sweatshirts and I got so excited to wear them.”

She held up the socks and gestured to her feet. “But I cant reach, so I cant put them on. And it made me so sad that I cried.”

Elijah’s face relaxed and he gave a sigh of relief, realizing it was something simple that he could easily fix. So he gently took the socks from her hands and unfolded them so he could put them on her. He rolled them up and then pulled them all the way up her legs to just below her knees and then gave a kiss to her nose. “there “ he whispered. “all better.”

“thank you ‘lijah.” She mumbled and then yawned.

“Oh. I think its bedtime.” He stated playfully.

“Im pregnant not two.” She grumbled with another yawn.

Elijah looked at her with nothing but adoration and said “baby you just cried over a pair of socks.” In response she pouted and Elijah couldn’t help but smile. 

“Alrighty. Bedtime!” He said scooping her up bridal-style. 

“you can’t be serious!” y/n scoffed. 

“Dead serious!” 

“Eli!” she whined, “don’t make puns when im annoyed at you! Then I can’t enjoy them!” 

Elijah only laughed, and then slowly spun her around in a circle. “wheeeeeee!” he said before gently tossing her on the bed. 

y/n looked up at her husband in exasperation as she watched him use vampire speed to strip to his underwear and climb onto the bed like a leopard on the prowl.  

“I love you.” he purred pressing a kiss to her swollen belly, eyes playfully looking up at her. 

She raised an eyebrow, “Me? Or your children?”. 

“Both” he replied, gently coercing her backwards onto the bed as he crawled farther up her body his hands rubbing circles into the sides of her stomach. y/n rolled her eyes and chuckled her amusement as he enveloped her in another kiss. 

Sighing happily y/n ran her hands through Elijah’s hair, as he eagerly deepened the kiss. However Elijah had to stop this blissful moment rather short. 

He furrowed his brow and pulled back slightly so he could see his wife’s eyes, “Children?” he questioned. “plural?” 

Now it was y/n’s turn to grin playfully. 

“I went to the doctors today.” She said eyes twinkling with mischief. “And i learned something rather interesting.”  

Elijah narrowed his eyes, recognizing that she was toying with him. “did you now?” 

“I did” she purred rubbing her hands down his neck and shoulders. “Apparently twins are not always magical miracle coincidences. More often than not they are genetic.” and as her smile grew bigger so did Elijah’s. “And considering that I am half of a set, I’d say the trait has passed on.” 

Elijah’s grinn was getting bigger by the second. “you mean to tell me. That not only am I getting one daughter.” he leaned in closer until their noses were touching. “I’m getting two?” 

“yes” she whispered seductively and elijah expressed his joy by kissing her again. 

“And do you wanna know what else I learned?” y/n said slyly as he trailed his kisses down her throat. He grunted quietly for her to continue and y/n leaned up and murmured in his ear, “Both of your ‘daughters’ are sons” 

Elijah groaned and pulled back up to her face, “damn. I was really hoping was really hoping for a mini you.” he admitted swallowing y/ns laughter in another kiss. 

Y/n pulled him to lay beside her as they both got under the duvet and settled comfortably for bed. y/n lay on her side facing Elijah and he buried his face in her hair his hands finding their way to her rounded abdomen, joyful and excited to meet his children in the nearby future. 

“Eli?” she said softly. “will you sing to me?” she asked looking up at him. 

“Of course, My love” and so Elijah sang the same nordic lullaby his mother taught him all those years ago and they both drifted off to sleep. 

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Remembrance, Itadori yuuji

It's nothing special, just me channeling my inner angst for the current events of the manga,etc. CONTAINTS SPOILERS!!

Warnings: GN! Reader! Established relationship! Angst!

Falling in love with itadori yuuji, you like to think it was the best thing to ever happen to you while also being the worst. No words can truly describe what you felt for him, though you can say it was blissful and painful.

Wishing for it to be endless is something you can't deny. Everyone who loses someone dear to them always has that wish that things could've been different, that time could've stopped for them. The thought of endless love and time is ideal, but not everyone has that experience. That was the case with you and itadori yuuji.

You loved him like no other. He was your light in the dark and now the darkness has begun to consume you once again as you sit in your bed staring at the box of memories.

It wasn't your box, but it was a box of cherished items that yuuji collected over the course of his life, he always said he wasn't the sentimental type, but the box proved otherwise. It contained pictures from he was just a small child in elementary, to his middle school years, to highschool and so on. A small T-ball from when he was child equipped with a picture of him and his childhood team, to medals for track and even a picture of him participating in club activities, a middle school yearbook filled with signatures from classmates reading "see you next year!" Or "I'll miss you itadori".

It never ceased to amaze you just how popular he was, yet he'd never truly acknowledge his popularity. All of the messages in the year book were so childish and happy, no one could ever imagine the fate that was set for him. Surely if all of them were to come together to talk about yuuji, everything said would be positive because no matter who it was, yuuji always seemed to make a positive impact onto their lives. His impact truly was phenomenal.

The smile on your face as you look at the yearbook is filled with sorrow and delight. At the end there was a graduation picture, his smile was the most radiant. Yuuji was always know for his smile, it was perfect in its own sense. It always made everyone else feel a bit better inside. Looking past the photo there's a transition into a more melancholy feeling.

There's more photos of scenic things rather than people. To most people it would just seem like random pictures of the landscape or plants, but it wasn't. Each picture was a memory from particular events that brought some joy back into yuujis life. Pictures of the sky as the sun set over the ocean, the orange and pink sky. You remember it clearly, it was the time the entire first year groups along with the second years, went to the beach after the dreaded first semester at jujutsu tech. Yuuji had taken this photo to put the idea new beginnings into the world, loosing a friend and a grandfather in the first semester was hard on him and he hoped that he wouldn't loose anyone else.

A photo of a cat on a window seal, a photo looking out of a window on a train, one of the forest surrounding jujutsu tech, the buildings of jujutsu tech, his dorm room, his favorite foods, his favorite place to relax. The list goes on and on, he was trying to cherish the little things in his new life as he never knew when it be snatched away from him. Theres a small stack of photos that weren't scenic but instead they capture his friends participating in their everyday activities.

There's one of panda scratching his belly and eating a bamboo candy, maki practicing, megumi sleeping in the car, Nobara fixing her hair in the mirror, inumaki water plants, gojo sensei leaning against the chalkboard of the class and a picture of you smiling while talking. One picture that stopped in you as you shuffled through them was a picture of all of you as a group. It was when you guys were headed to the Shibuya shopping district after the first semester.

All of you looking so happy and hopefully for the next semester, no worries were present that day. Following that picture there were a bunch of photos of Nobara that followed, they were old, taken during the first semester but placed meticulously after the previous photo in remeberance. Following the incident on Halloween in the Shibuya district. It was clear yuuji wanted to cherish his memories with kugisaki. After the Shibuya incident and Nobara's death, yuujis perspective on life shifted slightly, so much pain filled him and anger, he was upset that he wasn't able to prevent everything that occured while also blaming himself for everything. After the photos of Nobara the photos stopped and there were more photos but no items.

Their was shift in the mood of the photos that were taken next. It was clear he stopped trying to cherish every joyous moment as there was a painful one to follow. as there used to be group photos of all of you smiling together slowly it became group photos of you all standing Infront of other graves, grieving the loss' of cherished friends and senpai's.

Junpei, mechumaru, Kugisaki, nanami, mai, principal yaga, ijichi, shoko, akari, Kenji, kiara, Todo, maki, miwa, momo, noritoshi, toge...

And so many many more. It was endless, the pile of graves continued till you were left staring at an empty box. You don't know when the tears started to fall but they were coming out harder as you realize that the the jujutsu world was so unfair. Never being able to fully live life loving the people around you as you know there is no room for love. It was filled with knowing you could never properly grieve ones loss as it could end up cursing them. It was filled with the unfairness of having to sacrifice yourself for others who didn't know of the harmful curses surrounding them.

It took a lot of will power to continue yuujis collection. But after taking a picture of the grave Infront of you, you felt a bit at peace with your loss. Waiting for the photo to develop you sat down on the cold wet grass, it had rained. Maybe the world was also mourning the loss of itadori yuuji, maybe it was setting the mood for you as the tears rolled down your cheeks. Raising the photo a bit over your head, you look at it solemnly as it focuses on yuujis headstone in the sea of tombstones.

The sky in the picture providing the same amount of hope of new beginnings as the one taken before the chaos of the Shibuya incident and so on.

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