#searching for the source of some of these

[todosdream]

I can fix that | ony

2.7k wrds. black fem reader. fluff.

warnings: cursing, men can be sucky, bluecollar!ony, flirting

pliers, pliers, pliers, you think to yourself as you search through the store.

about a week ago, the stream on your shower head started acting funny. at first you could just hit it a couple of times with the perfect amount of strength and it’d be knocked back into its senses. over time, the trick started to work less and less.

one particularly frustrating day led to a swing with too much umph in it, unfortunately knocking the thing out of commission. after a brief moment of frustrated silence, you decided to just replace it. you’ve already picked out the fancy massage shower head you want. now, here you are in good ‘ole home depot, searching for all the tools needed.

you’re roaming the aisles and trying to look like you have at least the slightest clue what you’re doing, even though your source of knowledge for the particular task at hand is just… well, the internet. it probably isn’t a good idea, you doing this yourself, but there’s no way you’re paying out the ass for something you can let youtube guide you through. hopefully you won’t make it worse. if all else fails, you can just continue to take baths for now.

“pliers!” you smile to yourself when you notice the rack. your smile slowly but surely dwindles when you realize just how many types there are up on the wall, the variation of colors and shapes immediately making you regret your decision. “what the fuck,” you mumble.

combination, flat nose, linesman… the list goes on and on and on.

before you can let out a sigh of frustration, you hear the agitating sound of someone clearing their throat behind you. “need help, little lady?” a voice calls, sounding almost slimey in its delivery.

you turn, top lip already itching to raise in irritation, but you see it’s one of the employees. the bright orange apron is an insult to your eyes, but it’s not as bad as the look on the guy’s face. “oh. um... yeah, if you don’t mind. I just need a pair of pliers to change out my shower head,” you say casually.

he hums with a raise of his eyebrow, eyes flicking up and down your form. it’s a judgemental gaze, very telling for how this conversation is about to go.

oh, brother.

“you sure you can do that all by yourself? pretty thing like you shouldn’t have to get your hands dirty,” he drawls, a smirk tugging at his lips. it almost makes you want to gag.

“I’m sure,” you say blandly. you definitely didn’t come here to talk to mr. greasy, despite his attempt. “I just need a basic pair of pliers. please and thanks.”

he doesn’t seem to like your tone, smirk falling as his ego is bruised. he must pull shit like this all the time. it’s a wonder his ass hasn’t been fired.

“well, I can’t just sell you anything basic, sweetie. that’d be doing you a disservice,” he tries again. he walks past you to the wall display, gesturing with his arms. you get a whiff of funk every time he moves. “these here are top notch. definitely what I’d recommend. there’s no way you’ll mess up.”

before you can give the nastiest eye roll manageable, a voice grumbles from behind you.

“aye, bruh, you can chill with all that sales shit.”

ony had approached behind you a few moments prior, several feet back as he waited for the two of you to move and stop blocking the wall.

his trip to the store was supposed to be simple. he just wanted to get a new pair of tongue and groove pliers, maybe some more bug spray for his home, and then get an icee from the gas station after working all day in the damn heat.

but here he is, sighing softly to himself as he listens to the worker attempt to ruin both of your days. he figured he’d put himself and you out of your misery.

when you turn to inspect the newcomer, who’s quite frankly saying what you were thinking, it’s like a scene from a movie. you can hear the imaginary music playing and everything feels like it’s moving in slow motion.

behind you is the finest man you’ve ever seen. dark skin, locs pulled up into a messy bun, bushy eyebrows pulled into a slight frown. he’s handsome, kind of like the men you’d expect to be in a monthly calendar of fine ass, hardworking beaus. light brown eyes, beard in slight need of a trim. his arms are crossed and big, covered in tattoos and small scars, and his form towers over yours. rugged but sexy.

“that’s what I’m supposed to do, sir,” the worker says with a tight smile. “is there anywhere I can point you to? I’m a bit busy helping this girl right now. as you can see.”

your gaze flickers back and forth, taking in both men’s demeanors. now, how did I end up in this? you ask yourself.

“nah. I’m good here,” ony responds with a shrug. his gaze is steady and doesn’t even shift your way. he stares down the employee with a calm look, seemingly unbothered. “this young lady don’t need you in her face if you gone be condescending. and she needs a basic tool for a basic job, not something she’ll have to spend big money on to use once.”

the worker’s eyes narrow, but before he can respond, someone speaks over the intercom.

“buford please report to aisle 13. buford please report to aisle 13.”

the worker, now outed as buford, huffs and crosses his arms. “alright, miss, I’ll be right back, okay? if this guy bothers you, just come grab me.” you give a tight lipped smile in response. “yeah, sure. thanks.”

with one last (supposedly threatening) look to ony, the employee walks off, grumbling softly under his breath. there’s a quiet tsk from the man still standing next to you, and he shakes his head as he watches the other retreat.

“sorry about that,” ony says with a nod in buford’s direction. his tone is softer now, but not overly so, and the strength of his gaze is now on you. it causes a warm feeling to bloom within you and a small smile to tug at your lips.

“yeah. being a woman means unfortunately being used to it,” you say with a soft laugh. “I’m not opposed to a knight in shining armor from time to time, though.” you tilt your head with the tease, a flirty sparkle in your eyes.

hm. ony doesn’t like that fact that you’re used to it, though he understands. but he does like the flirting tease from you.

his eyebrow raises as a smile crawls onto his face. such a pretty belle you are. and a fun personality is there too, he can tell. “I ain’t a knight, I’ll tell you that. but I can fix that shower head for you. if you want.”

“mmm, I don’t know,” you say, a playfully suspicious look on your face. “you’re still a man. don’t want just any stranger in my home.”

“I don’t have to be a stranger,” he smiles, obviously quite tickled. the action makes a deep dimple appear on one side, as if the man could get any finer. “but I do this shit forreal, I swear. here, let me getchu my card.”

he reaches into his wallet and pulls out a slightly crumpled business card, handing the item to you. you take the card and glance over it, noticing the lackluster design layout and plethora of services offered.

“interesting design. onyankpon, huh?”

“close. onyankopon, but I go by ony,” he says lowly, correcting your pronunciation. he tilts his head a bit, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “that face says you think it’s less than interesting. what’s ya name, pretty?”

“ᥫ᭡,” you answer with a smile. “the seems… slightly legit, I guess. I keep that thang on me though, so how about an exchange of services, mr. ony? I can design a new card for you. this is cute and all, but I can make it better.”

the idea is appealing to the man, but you’re where his full interest lies. there’s a teasing tug in the way you interact with him. he likes it. “a trade,” he says with a nod. “I can do that. I was fully ready to do it at no fee, though, darlin’.”

you shrug, face warming just a smidgen. “I don’t mind. keeps my skills sharp.” you pause, looking him up and down. “you are legit, right?” you question with a squint of your eyes.

ony chuckles then, rubbing at his jaw. “I’m forreal. got a truck with my name on it and everything.”

you hum and place your hands on your hips. “‘kay then. I don’t have to buy the pliers anymore, right? this place is a nightmare. spooky.”

ony shakes his head, dimple on full display with his handsome grin. you’re just too cute to him, all jokes and beauty. “nah. I do, though. ‘scuse me, ᥫ᭡.”

the sound of your name from his lips sounds unfairly addictive. you look up at him as he reaches over your shoulder, body close but not close enough. he keeps his eyes on yours as he grabs the pliers he needs, the scent of his cologne only adding to the experience.

gah damn.

the man gives you another charming smile as he steps back. “I have to go do another job in a few, but call that number when you wanna schedule somethin’. hope to see you later, pretty. don’t leave me hangin’, yeah?”

ᥫ᭡

“nice spot you got, darlin’,” ony murmurs as he walks through the doorway. it’s a cute sight, seeing his large frame treat your comfy home with so much respect.

he wipes his work boots on your doormat for a long moment, ensuring he won’t track anything around. he’s sure to adjust his work belt so he doesn’t budge anything. he’s looking around with rapt curiosity.

“thanks. took me a while to decorate how I liked, but it was worth it,” you smile. “c’mon, I’ll show you the bathroom.”

ony follows behind you, wondering if you wore the cute lounge outfit you have on for him. he intentionally keeps his thoughts respectful, but little does he know, you absolutely did.

he steps into the bathroom behind you, noticing the scent of jasmine and sandalwood from the wax warmer. your place is definitely a woman’s place in all the best ways, and he has no choice but to smile when he sees how cohesive the decor is.

“okay, darlin’. lemme take a look,” he mumbles. you step aside and wait with your fingers interlocked. after stepping into the shower and looking over the situation, he lets out a focused hum.

“yeah, definitely time for a new one. I’ll get this off real quick, you’ll be good as new in a few,” he nods. “where’s the replacement?”

“right here in the sink,” you point, happy to help. it feels like opening the door when someone carries a couch or something. like you’re not doing the hard work but still contributing.

ony lets out a warm chuckle, once again amused. you’re just happy to be here and he adores that. “good. you mind handing it to me when I ask?”

“nope!” you chime.

he shakes his head with a grin, dimple once again capturing your heart. he works efficiently for the next few moments, quickly dismantling, cleaning, and prepping. “alright, pretty,” he murmurs, holding out his hand.

you happily plop the replacement head into his hand and he takes it with a smile. “a lil helper, huh?” he asks as he easily completes his task. “alright. I just need to check for leaks and you’ll be good to go. easy peasy.”

“perfect, thanks so much, ony, I really appreciate it,” you smile. who knew a trip to home depot could kill two birds with one stone? free assistance with the shower and a fine ass man.

“no problem,” he chuckles. “just leave a good review on my site,” he winks.

“will do. five stars, I promise,” you grin. “I’m gonna run to the other room real fast.”

ony lets put a hum of acknowledgement as he checks over the shower head, vigilantly searching for leaks. you turn to exit, heading to the living room to grab the small cardboard box on your coffee table.

“what’s that?” you hear him ask from behind you. you turn and shake the box in your hands, enjoying the rattle. “your cards! you didn’t forget about our deal, did you?”

the man smiles as he crosses his arm, leaning on the doorframe. “I told you I was fine with doing it for free.”

“oh, well,” you roll your eyes. “c’mon, check em out. I only got a few in case you didn’t like ‘em.”

he hums as he approaches you, stopping just short of your frame to take the box from your hands. he lifts the lid and slides a couple out, eyebrows raising in surprise when he sees the new look.

“damn. this shit look professional as hell. I like the color too.”

“yeah?” you smile. “I made sure it looked as nice as possible, some color to liven it up a little. added your logo from your site. now you just need to keep them in something so they’re not rumpled when you hand them out.”

he chuckles in response and nods. “hell yeah. I like these much better, forreal. thanks, ᥫ᭡.”

“no problem,” you wave dismissively. it really hadn’t taken long at all. “service for service, right? I would’ve struggled with the shower, and no disrespect, that card was all over the place. misaligned, boring with no color. hope you didn’t pay the designer much.”

ony licks his lips and sheepishly rubs at his jaw. “mm. I was the designer, pretty.”

“oop-“ you immediately respond, laughing softly. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it like that.” you did, but now you felt bad, so you feel the need to spare his feelings as much as you can. he probably tried his hardest.

“s’no problem. you were right. this is definitely an upgrade,” he nods, waving the card in his hand. he can’t be mad if he just doesn’t have the skill, and he never got around to paying someone to do it. “makes me feel all official and shit with my name on my truck and now this. I’d say this was a good trade. except…”

“except?” you ask with a raise of your brow. you were pretty sure you did a damn good job, checking several times that the design was crisp and typo free.

“except,” he starts, “I traded for you to redesign my card. not print them.”

you blink at him. “I’m missing your point? I told you I only got a few.”

he shrugs, twinkle of mischief in his brown eyes. “still paid for them. that’s technically a service and a purchase. it ain’t fair, y’know?”

“I mean, it’s not really a big deal…” you trail off with a mumble.

“ᥫ᭡,” he says warmly, looking at you with a dimpled smile and a tilt of his head. “I’m tryna ask you on a date. just go with it.”

you blink again before you have to fight a smile. cute. really cute. he’s fun.

“hmmm,” you start, tapping your chin. you’re playing the part now, and you have to admit it’s very amusing. “you might be right about that. s’not a fair trade. we should discuss this further.”

“mhm,” he smirks. “how about… dinner? my treat.”

you bite you lip and tilt your head slightly. “dinner and a drink,” you rebutt.

his smirk widens, a twinkle in his eye. “dinner and drinks.”

“you’re a bad negotiator. you know that?” you question, squinting playfully.

“I don’t know, I feel like I should throw in some extra for emotional distress,” he shrugs. “an unfair trade can be a lot to deal with, you know.”

you laugh and shake your head in disbelief.

“I think you’ve got yourself a deal, mr. ony. dinner and drinks, I’m sold.”

a/n: just a little meetcute :) get the title reference?

this is inspired by one of my text aus lmao. writing a lil everyday is kinda gettin me out this funk ngl. feedback always welcome and wanted <3

[lovelypadisarah]

All my saved smau/series for everyone to find if they're in need!!

The ones I have finished are mostly from a long time ago (6months-2 years?)

The more lower, the less recent

Also I only have saved series including the characters Lyney, Tighnari, Scaramouche, Jingyuan & Xiao

Each has their x character next to the title

With this post I hope to reach everyone who's looking for something new to read, everyone whose writing got lost in the endless amounts fo fanfics written daily, everyone who has stopped updating because they think no one wants to read their work (I'm waiting for you!!) and also to hopefully get these writers more support and appreciation for their work and contribute to our fandom's endless archive of fanficitons!!!

Ones I have finished:

Call it what you want - Xiao

https://www.tumblr.com/aequha/680346045361930240/a-genshin-impact-smau-xiao-x-gnreader-summary

Just playing the part - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/ventismacchiato/697350110467833856/just-playing-the-part

Of all people - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/jasmyluv/702076462018248704/of-all-people-a-scaramouche-x-femreader-smau?source=share

Behind the lens - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/ventismacchiato/700999088812048384/behind-the-lens

How you get the girl - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/kazumist/730668520320499713/how-you-get-the-girl-%E1%90%9F-a-scaramouche-x?source=share

Darkened desires - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/narcissarina/745307925584674816/darkened-desires?source=share

Lights camera action - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/offbrandkyoya/709973493363638272/lights-camera-action-scaramouche-x-reader

How haters are born - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/zoropookie/739845348702502912/how-haters-are-born-hhab?source=share

Thawed - Lyney

https://www.tumblr.com/sixosix/733106691749675008/thawed-lyney-x-femreader-series?source=share

Heaven on earth - Xiao

https://www.tumblr.com/shiro-00s/715292207817637888/heaven-on-earth-%CB%8E%CB%8A?source=share

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Elysian - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/floylia/742004385873281024/elysian?source=share

Red lines - Lyney

https://www.tumblr.com/lavenderchqn/755809297210966016/lyney-x-freader-social-media-au-synopsis?source=share

The cat café thief - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/fairykazu/705241378383380480/the-cat-cafe-thief-i-did-not-steal-your?source=share

Then the ones that I am currently reading or have saved (not all will be able to open cuz I think some writers unfortunately deleted their acc 😢)

How to not fall in love

https://www.tumblr.com/aries-afk/760426515995475968/how-not-to-fall-in-love?source=share

?

Blurred lines

https://www.tumblr.com/lmvari/775004568428937216/blurred-lines?source=share

31

Sherlock Holmes

https://www.tumblr.com/dittodon/715537752326832128/%E1%B6%BBzsherlock-holmes?source=share

24

Aperture

https://www.tumblr.com/ttalgi/723949301693300736/aperture-masterlist?source=share

9

Angel eyes - Lyney x reader

https://www.tumblr.com/yuan4i/726297125640617984/angel-eyes-lyney-x-reader?source=share

19

Teach me! - Tighnari

https://www.tumblr.com/teachmenari/707107760471474176/socmed-university-au-tighnari-gn-reader

26

Just a hater - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/anrieee/699583296037879808/scaramouche-x-reader-synopsis-in-which-you-major?source=share

32

Heartbeat rythm - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/kisscara/710171015369703424/heartbeat-rhythm-fanboyscaramouche-x?source=share

14

Midnight Shenanigans - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/xirthia/713399781538643968/midnight-shenanigans?source=share

25

30 days to love

https://www.tumblr.com/starz222/715765145976111104/30-days-to-love-interactive-genshin-smau?source=share

1

Kill bill

https://www.tumblr.com/pokidot/709347906993438720/kill-bill?source=share

9

Stuck with you - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/ventismacchiato/703859058597330944/stuck-with-you

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Searching for you - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/zushikiss/703437352978235392/searching-for-you

Season 2 episode 11

The prince has his own mind - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/mimissubway/712515367241744384/the-prince-has-a-mind-of-his-own-masterlist?source=share

1

Under the mantra's umbrella - Cyno

https://www.tumblr.com/genshinarchives/713202075301019648/%F0%9D%90%92%F0%9D%90%94%F0%9D%90%8C%F0%9D%90%8C%F0%9D%90%80%F0%9D%90%91%F0%9D%90%98-you-were-a-close-and-loyal-friend-of?source=share

2

Karma

https://www.tumblr.com/bellsxwriting/715406792330559488/%D9%A0-karma-scaramouche-x-reader-summary-its?source=share

24 - 1

Under the mask

https://www.tumblr.com/i23kazu/715213409060323328/under-the-mask-looking-forward-to?source=share

6

What's so good about him?

https://www.tumblr.com/luvkuvi/720019414845718528/whats-so-good-about-him?source=share

37

Resurface, my love

https://www.tumblr.com/acaaai-t/718116439127736320/resurface-my-love-fem-reader-x-villain?source=share

3

Business proposal - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/ventismacchiato/707118082542518272/the-business-proposal

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Keep my heart - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/aestherin/716487874953068544/keep-my-heart?source=share

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Runway desires - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/luciifiir/713337570430435328/%EF%BD%95%CF%89%EF%BD%95-%EF%BD%95%CF%89%EF%BD%95-sypnosis-yn-is-a?source=share

0

Sunlights warmth - Jingyuan

https://www.tumblr.com/illuminoia/738759349453864960/sunlights-warmth-jing-yuan-x-freader-uh?source=share

13

Roommates - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/nyoomiin/745719075575037952/roommates-masterlist?source=share

11(?)

The fame and beauty - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/ethereal-creator/714896038832603136/synopsis-the-famous-streamer-scramouche-falls?source=share

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Somebody that I used to know

https://www.tumblr.com/kichiyoshi/715138468170416128/somebody-that-i-used-to-know?source=share

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That's a wrap! - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/gekkow/717196253804494848/thats-a-wrap-scaramouche-x?source=share

25

Sweet sour - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/zuyoo/717385382918078464/sweet-sour-a-scaramouche-x-gn-reader-smau?source=share

9

My idol - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/kunie/712543203044245504/my-idol-masterlist-synopsis-kunikuzushi-was

2??

You're nothing w/o me - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/ethereal-creator/714145961255043072/youre-nothing-wo-me?source=share

12

High infidelity - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/saecriss/713830093238173696/high-infidelity-pairing-scaramouche-x?source=share

9

Deceitful youth - Scaramouche

https://www.tumblr.com/kichiyoshi/722196743557660673/deceitful-youth-masterlist?source=share

3

[meathunt]

The alien pt. 3

heeeeeyy I'm still alive （´∇｀''） Hope you all enjoy! The alien pt,1 pt.2

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Yesterday when he checked up on you after the bath you already fell into a restful sleep, even as he was sure you were deep into your resting cycle he decided to be as silent as he could, taking a photo of your first day with him, to then accompany you in resting, curling possessively around you, just like his people do with their young.

The next day as he woke up he checked up on you first thing after waking up and his heart almost stopped, in our sleep you told up on him, nuzzling up to his side, as relaxed as you possibly could be. You were as wonderful as he though you would be.

After making sure to you wouldn't wake up, he transferred you to the bed and got up to look for some food for you, he wanted you to understand that he isn't a danger to you, more like a provider.

And what better way to make you understand than giving it to you! Now he only had to figure out what would you like to eat…

You woke up from probably the most comfortable sleep you had in a while, sleeping into an escape pod for least a week left your back really sensitive, as our really didn't have the biggest space to stretch or do anything but sit and crouch in it.

You roll around on the bed stretching as far as you could while enjoying the softness of the mattress. You were almost tempted to go back to sleep when you remembered your predicament, the aliens, the abduction, your strange "housing" situation.

The memories immediately making you shot out of the bed, taking in your surroundings in a panic.

Even when you didn't really had time to look carefully at everything you just couldn't help the amazement of what you were seeing, hologram screens filled with graphics that you didn't understand, a floating orb in the ceiling that shinned dimly in the room, and the bed that you were laying in was very similar to a waterbed\nest thing close to the floor which also look like maybe it was carpeted, plus the fact that here to everything was way bigger than you, making you feel almost like a child, you really wanted to just figure out the gibberish in the screens, how they even work and how they are powered, but it wasn't the time for that, for now you needed to find how to escape this place, or figure out if it even was possible.

You get off the bed, noticing that even when it was directly on the floor, the mattress looking thing reached up to eye level, making you barely half a head taller than it. When you turned to look at the door you noticed that the panel looking thing, which most likely opened the door, was way out of reach, so that escape option was denied… for now at least.

You didn't see any windows or other openings on reach, but near the ground you could see a ventilation cover.

You approached, tugging at it but it was either really well screwed in or glued, you were going to look for a tool or something that would help you to open it when the sound of an automatic door gets your attention. You turn at the source of the sound and see the alien that took you from your pod. You immediately feel threatened by the sight of this creature that just towers above you.

They click and trill when he enters the room, and in an almost automatically way you go take cover under the desk looking thing that was closer to the floor, giving a little space where you could press yourself against the wall, being at least 20% sure he won’t be able to reach you there.

He came back to the room holding a selection of foods for him to test what interested you the most, but when he came back you were missing from the spot on the nest where he left you. He knew you were still in the room as the door was locked and he doesn’t really think you had enough time to get tools to make a way out for yourself.

He was going to search for you when his ears cached the sound of little steps quickly going near his desk, he already knew where you were hiding, he can hear how quick your heart is going even when you are trying to control your breathing.

He softly walks to your hiding spot, putting the food containers with care on top of it

“Little thing, it’s okay, you are okay, no one is going to hurt you” He lowers himself down to your level “I know you are scared, but you can trust me” He says in the softest tone he can. But in your ears it just sounds like trills and little bops that you can make no sense of.

He has been trying to lure you out for a long time now, waving a strange ball near the entrance of your hiding spot, but not doing much. You are kind of surprised he hasn’t tried to be more… forceful.

And that patience is what gives you the confidence to maybe get near to the offering hand. Looking at the thing he’s holding confuses you quite a bit, it doesn’t really smell like anything really, but it looks very jello-looking.

As soon as you try to touch it you see the alien reach down for you, and faster than you can really react he manages to grasp your shirt, dragging you out.

You make a sound in surprise as you feel him overpowering you, and as much you try to resist, planting you feet on the ground or holding on the carpeted floor, you are no obstacle for him. And at the end he manages to drag your body enough to let him hold you more carefully, lifting you off the ground and into his chest, not really caring or bothered by your struggle or resistance. To him it looked similar to when a kid was throwing a temper tantrum.

Carefully he put you again in the water bed looking thing and went back to get the containers of food he left on the desk and bringing them back to you.

For your part once he let you go, you scooted as far as you could from him, taking in the situation that you now are in, the alien comes back with some boxes near you again, carefully he puts them near you taking another jello-looking cube, the same type which he lured you out of your hiding spot, in between his fingers.

He doesn’t seem intent of hurting you in any way, but you really can’t read his expression correctly, plus his size doesn’t really make you feel any less nervous, he overtakes you in almost all physical aspects as far you know.

You both stay in this stalemate for a minute, before he slowly lifts the cube towards you, at first making you tense up, but when he just let it sit on his palm extended towards you, the action seeming strangely familiar, the though letting you calm down a bit, and letting you examine what he could mean by his actions.

¿A peace offering? ¿A trick? ¿Hopefully an apology?

But after some more thinking about it you finally connect to what this scene reminds you off

Feeding a stray animal

He is treating you as some skittish homeless animal, and possibly trying to gain your trust? This revelation frees you a bit from the fear that was holding you back, realizing how silly this all is.

You almost dying in the middle of space just to find out that aliens are in fact fucking real, be abducted by them, and then discovering that they at best see you as a dumb animal.

And you know what

You think it’s better that they see you as a pet than some vermin, hopefully you can get across that you are a conscious being with complex thoughts.

The first way to show that, you decide, is signaling that you won’t take that cube looking thing, not only because it reminds you of the slight betrayal of being tricked out of hiding by it, but also because it doesn’t really look that appetizing.

You softly push the offering… paw? Yeah, sure. And shake your head, hoping to translate your denial at his action.

He looks at you for a second, turning from the food to your face.

Where you trying to feed him? ¿Share resources with him? …. Adorable

You were just so adorable

You worry for his well-being is just so touching, it makes him want to squish your little face, and before he can really stop himself he grabs you and hugs you very firmly against his chest.

By your side, you were a bit freaked out, but really you couldn’t do much about it, not understanding what prompted this show of affection, but you find out that you really didn’t mind.

This alien seems to be very nice, even if nonsensical at times, but you think you will be able to communicate with them sooner rather than later.

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You guys, i prommy i have been writting but i also have no real concept of time so i though i was making good progress, well flash news i wasn't orz Gn everyone! Will keep trying to make more things for you all soon! <3

[bleachbleachbleach]

Hi B3!! I was wondering if either of you have any Klub Outside Q&As you like. Are there questions/answers that surprised you or made you speculate further?

BEYOND A DOUBT, these two:

Please know that I successfully located this text thread purely by searching "SOME FUCKIN GUY."

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Q125. 2021.06.14 Which organization assigns names to Hollows? A125. There’s a guy in charge of naming in the Shinigami Research and Development Institute.

@ippoddity: Omg who is this person. How did they get their job

Q173. 2021.08.16 Why did Hisagi fail the entrance exam for the Academy twice? A173. Because it’s Shuuhei.

@ippoddity: LOL kubo. Why is this the best answer and the worst answer. Poor Hisagi I can’t stop thinking about “the guy” in SRDI who is in charge of naming Hollows. Some guy is just out there wildin and making up names like Numb Chandelier and Fishbone D

@whipplefilter: I love that the way Kubo answered that I[s] 100% how we would answer that lol. “SOME FUCKIN GUY” I feel like the SRDI guy who does this also has a SoundC,oud

@ippoddity: LOL YES As is our tendency, now I Just want to know about this guy and his SoundCloud and what sources of inspiration he uses to name hollows. What are his other job duties

[snow-blower]

https://www.tumblr.com/snow-blower/787087975523680257/someone-ask-me-about-the-cregan-angst-so-i-can?source=share

i am asking

And I am answering 😩😩 Ty for asking bby

OKAY SO. This was a silly lil idea that I thought up awhile ago but had no idea how to approach. But, now I do 🤭

So, Cregan Stark is escorting some men to the Night's Watch, right? Or he's heading up there for some other reason. His wife and their newly born son (a few weeks/month old) remain at Winterfell. Everything's fine. You, Cregan's wife, miss him, of course you do. But you know he'll be back soon. Hell, he promised it. But, not every promise is said in stone.

A ranging party went missing during Cregan's brief stay at Castle Black. He's seemingly enough of a stubborn, honorable fool to help the search part. So. Beyond the Wall he goes. For awhile everything's fine. And then it's not. Maybe Wildlings ambush him. Maybe it's something else. Either way. A raven is sent to Winterfell speaking of your husband's death. You receive it the moment it arrives, whilst you were curled up in bed, watching your sweet boy sleep soundly. That's when the Maester knocks, saying it's urgent and handing you the scroll.

A part of you didn't believe it. Hell — the haven't even found his body. Sure, they'd found his sword, albeit broken. But, a part of your screams to believe he's not out there. So. You ride for Castle Black (some of your husband's close guards catching up to you once they notice you're missing because it's their duty to keep their lady safe). You hope to see him there once you rode in. But you didn't. All you felt was the biting coldness.

You linger at the Wall for a few days, not quite daring to pass to the other side. Whilst you're there, you feel a...presence? A coldness that follows you, whispers barely heard over the wind. That presence follows you home to Winterfell.

You notice some strange things once you arrive back. Footsteps in the snow where no one has walked, a cold breath against your neck as you dress yourself. You find your son cooing in the middle of the night, staring adoringly up at something that's just not there.

Or — Cregan just haunting his wife after he dies and she having a mental breakdown every two seconds over it 🤭

[skidthelid]

"Isn't it strange to create something that hates you?"

Here is my second (and last) piece for @sthbigbang!! It was such a blast making this and it brought me out of a severe case of art block! Working with everyone was also an absolutely wonderful experience :]

I look forward to next year!! Everyone did an amazing job!!!!!

‼️ Important stuff below the cut ‼️

Please please PLEASE go read the fic by @sodapop !! Its so cool and its about Metal gaining sentience and exploring his human(mobian?)ity, which is such a cool concept! I'm also just a sucker for robot characters Going Through It and a huge Metal fan :]

The author worked really hard on this and their work definitely payed off! PLEASE GO SUPPORT THEM 💖

Here's a lil preview of it, which is also the excerpt I based the comic on!!

[ "When he woke up this time, he remembered. That seemed likely to be an error of some sort. This was likely unintended. This had been the third time he had been rebooted. This time the memory wipe was unsuccessful. This time he remembered the commands entered to wipe his memory, his hard drive, completely. A quick scan of his code showed that the commands had been used two times previously and were successful then but this time had not been so. This was odd. Even stranger, no one seemed to notice that this memory wipe hadn’t worked.

Instead this time he remembered. He remembered everything entered into his command log prior to being sent out on the previous mission. A mission he failed. He remembered the kill codes, backlogs, and data arrays encrypted into his source code, information that for all intents and purposes should have been wiped clean. There should have been nothing left of him, whatever that once was. But in place of a blank slate, his memory files remained. Fresh within them laid the recording from his last mission, his latest failure. He couldn’t draw back on his previous failures, a reasonable assumption, as the data wipes then had been successful and all that remained of those instances were the backlogs showing the memory wipes happened at all.

That search, proving worthless, led him to revisiting the videos that somehow inexplicably remained of the last mission. He had failed this time, like he concluded he must have done two times before. He had lost to the blue creature he was made in the likeness of. This creature was fast beyond what his rockets and motors then could handle. The blue being packed a heavy punch and ruthless kick. It also didn’t pull its punches either. Its blows all but destroying him during their battle, leaving him in scraps by the end. He couldn’t feel pain. That was beneath him. But the memory of his exposed wires, missing leg, and punched through motor in his chest caused his fans to spin faster than ever. The whirring sound building as he slowly sat up from the work table he was laid on." ]

READ THE FIC HERE :D

Huge shoutout to my fellow artist @starzdeath for their AWESOME piece of angst they made, especially on a time crunch!! It really captures Metals emotion and it looks so sick :3

SEE THE ART HERE :D

Thanks for the great experience everyone!!

[eatmangoesnekkid]

Our female bodies must become resources and technologies that deliberately wield, bend, and move energy, transforming chaos into coherence, or a diagnosis into a clean miraculous bill of health —from inside our own bodies.

Currently our bodies are degenerating because they are being used more as dumping grounds, trash receptacles that house complaints, frustrations, unmet dreams, and unexpressed rage and creative repression. Think about the number of women who constantly shop and consume (looking for the next hit, the next pair of shoes to buy) as coping mechanisms for being misaligned and unfulfilled at the deepest levels. We can’t just complain, whine, beg, or talk about how bad it is “out there” or what the government is or isn’t doing, or which male leader is going to start a war next. Our bodies have to become solutions —stand like solutions, walk like solutions, perceive like solutions, create like solutions, rest like solutions, and regenerate like solutions. This is our role and how our bodies were divinely made.

Despite what patriarchal schools have taught us, our bodies are not just passive receivers. They are deliberate energy movers. Birthers. Creators. This realization is revolutionary in social systems that treat the female form as either a damsel that needs to be saved or rescued, pretty decoration, or a container for pain or entertainment. To stand, walk, and rest like a solution is a radical reorientation of your organic power and not metaphor. This inner architecture of your female physiology and its accompanying feminine power is pure magic.

Tend to the War Inside, And Witness How the War “Out There” Naturally Dissolves

All of us have been and will continue to be affected and infected by humanity’s masculine ego and lack of regard for human life in the world, whether we are conscious of it or not. It’s often why we struggle with being soft with ourselves and soft with one another —because that energy of war lives within our tissues and transfers into our self-talk and communication. Therefore, we must channel our energy in healthy ways by consciously bringing more peace into our bodies, into our nervous systems, and into our homes.

Tending to the war inside is a truth that reaches into ancestral trauma, global violence, and generational tension-holding patterns. The way forward is not in fighting war—but in dissolving its frequency in our tissues with softness, peace, love, and presence.

We are not here to endlessly react…to every single barbaric thing going on the the world stage. We are here to wildly create more beauty and opportunities for others to do the same. —

Creative Incubation

I am going to detox some of the dopamine out of my system from being on Tumblr and get back to wildly creating and closing out this new work without posting anything for one to two weeks. Little to no false dopamine hits actually releases stress and gift our bodies with greater amplified creative energy—new ideas, new perspectives, higher libido, and mental clarity. 😘

I hope more people begin to recognize that the endless shopping, scrolling, and searching are often trauma-responses—dopaminergic attempts to self-soothe, a hard truth that many may feel but rarely can articulate or even follow through on. My antidote to the modern lifestyle that degenerates our bodies is returning to self-sourced joy, the kind that rises from oxytocin, touch, connection, love, sharing food, playing creativity, laying Up and deliberately amplifying more beauty in all ways.

I have one more post about chaos before I unplug. One reason I don’t get too dense, weighted, or worked up by the sheer evil happening in the external world is because I have been preparing for this time. For the last years (and I do mean 6 years) I have placed myself in controlled opposition and controlled discomfort situations through numerous breathwork classes, transcendental meditation, yoga nidra, and cold hydrotherapy—oscillating from extreme hot temperatures to freezing cold pools and showers. And for the last 2 years, I have been intentional about how I use social media.

What we don’t realize is that self-care is not just about taking a bath. It’s about managing our intake…. of information and dopamine levels too. In other words, self- care is not always something we do and post about for applause. It’s ultimately how we live—particularly when no one is watching us.

Tend to your body and the bodies of your loved ones. Root down deeper into your creativity or whatever you find most meaningful at this time. Discover ways to increase your oxytocin level which naturally makes your body feel healthier and more delicious like hug someone, meditate, exercise, cuddle, massage yourself , be touched, have your breasts played with, make love, play with animals, trees, babies, young children, a friend, relative or lover, do a beauty ritual, go out on a hot date, hike in nature and witness the quiet beauty of a bee pollinating a yellow flower, take a belly dance class, see the old beauty present in your lover as if it was the first time observing it, write love stories without attachment, share a meal with your neighbor, or work to become masterful at something like photography, yoga, or tai chi. Be a little more patient with people around you—assume that most people are having a hard time. Feel what you need to feel but do not allow any part of this world to stress you out over and over again —which will mess up your digestive system, shorten your breath, inflame your tissues, and shrink your female libido. 🙏🏿

In my first book “You Look Like Something Blooming” I talked about how joyous I felt about my activism being very different from traditional forms of activism. What I was naming was a shift from performative activism (complaints, reactions, debates, posting new stories on social media, picking sides, helplessness, shaming and blaming, etc.) to embodied activism as transformation that includes the body, instead of omitting it then later wondering why we are unwell. For example, when I said, “our bodies have to become solutions,” it’s not metaphor. It’s a verifiable blueprint to living in ways that we create the new reality through how we breathe, create, touch, walk, move, eat, nourish, nurture, make love, make food, rest, etc. That’s deeply subversive and disruptive in cultures that profit off us being upset, dysregulated and distracted, you see.

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I believe in bridging the mystical and the mundane annd practical, therefore I offer to you one of my real-life tools as part of my own ecosystem of beauty ritual x devotion:

If you have naturally curly or tightly-curled 4c hair like me, get you a brush blow dryer that stretches your hair a bit. I have the “Amika Double Agent 2-in-1 blow dryer brush” and it works like a charm and makes corn rolling my hair a lot easier. In the photo, I used a concoction of flaxseeds, fenugreek seeds, and fresh rosemary steeped into hot water and strained it into a glass jar —this is my detangling gel which made the process much easier.

Or try a coffee honey skin scrub mask as your beauty ritual (detoxifies and releases tension from the skin (softening wrinkles) and makes it emanate brighter and softer with less blemishes —use organic coffee grounds and mix with organic honey. If using on face, be very gentle in your touch and do not scrub —only scrub on your bod my with a loofah rag or glove.

One part coffee to 1/4 part honey.  You can also make a vaginal mask with the same scrub. Just rub it on your vulva lips and inner thigh, especially at the hairline areas (detoxifies and hydrates your outer tissues ….brings more natural beauty and light to your vulva mound and vaginal hair. To really level up, let sit for 10 minutes then take a nice relaxing 1 hour warm bath in epsom salt—which will plump and firm up your vaginal lips like a gym workout. You can end your beauty ritual with an ice bath, which will further tighten your vulva tissues and even some of your vaginal canal. Simply empty a bag of ice on your vulva and inner thigh area and breathe slow and deep with a relaxed face and body —very important. Not recommended to do during ovulation and first few days of your moon cycle. 

Our activism must not always point “out there.” Most times, it has to be something we live out loud. We must not just philosophize or talk theory. We must live philosophy in art, music, and witness the beauty of our gorgeous and graceful menstrual cycle that connects us deeply into the elements leak from our bodies.  Whenever I step away from social media for creative incubation and just to rest my intake, I quietly know that my resonance will echo in the nervous systems of those who read my work and witness my practice. The embodied feminine is waking up and I truly sense how my writing voice (and how I live) is part of that quickening. And yours is too in your own unique way.

Courageously generating more beauty in the modern world is a political, spiritual, and cultural act. When you treat your coils or body with reverence, you’re also honoring the ancestral codes in your DNA and adding more beauty into the world. Creativity around beauty becomes an act of devotion. And devotion becomes resistance to programming that tells women to disown or distract from their bodies or perceive caring for ourselves (our actual cells) to be frivolous and selfish.

In a world filled with ugly, romanticize your life. Make the spaces around you an even more beautiful and appealing to your senses. Cheers to beauty rituals! Mm! Many blessings 🌹🌹🌹—India Ame’ye

[ethan-acfan]

You know this started as a silly hehehaha of "oh imagine if Juno was super nervous about her sacrifice dying before its time so she overcompensated like hell and desmond abused the crap out of it just to annoy her but it turned into something so much worse

But anyway, I would like to raise you, what if Desmond survived the temple but Juno didn't? What if for some ungodly reason, Desmond left that temple by himself.

Because think about it, his whole life has been carefully curated around this one point in time, this one thing serves to be his whole purpose. In one universe to the next, he was destined to die there. But he doesn't. Instead he's left alone, the crumbling monument to the only person who cared about him, who wanted to see him alive, who gave him purpose being his only source of comfort. Now he's alone, wandering the earth searching for something to do, something to fill the void. He never noticed Juno was in his life until she was gone, a cold empty void sitting where the goddess used to, the presence that guided him from right and wrong. The voice that whispered to him to run that night when he was 16, the hand that guided him to kill Lucy to save the world, is now gone. All that's left is a crumbling temple and the scars it gave him.

Okay but like what if Juno was super protective over Desmond, him being the key to her escape and everything, so every time Desmond was at risk of even being hurt while in the temple, she would step in and just get rid of the threat or remove desmond from the situation, even for the most minor things

Desmond about to stub his toe, suddenly teleported back several feet, or the desk just slides across the room away from him. He accidentally opens his hidden blade without moving his finger, the entire blade just disappears before it hits his hand. Bill tries to punch him in the face? He's flown across the temple so aggressively it cracks a wall

Desmond has a love/really hate relationship with it, cuz, on one hand, no more paper cuts and can no longer forget to eat. But on the other hand, any time he comes back from the field after insisting he's fine, Juno is literally forcing him to sit down while she throws bandages and water at him while Rebecca and Shaun try not to laugh. And she has basically barred him from exploring the temple any further because every time he tries, she puts him back down on the ground because climbing the temple is too much strain on his already weak body

[rippleberries]

This is so important:

Jeffrey Combs as Spock

Jeffrey Combs as Spock

Jeffrey Combs as Spock

From Star Trek the Cruise VIII, live script reading of “For the World is Hollow and I Have Touched the Sky”

Directed by Nana Visitor, featuring Tawny Newsome as Kirk, Jeffrey Combs as Spock, Ethan Phillips as McCoy, Jonathan Del Arco as Scotty, Mary Wiseman as Chapel, Denise Crosby as Sulu, and Celia Rose Gooding as (Nichelle’s) Uhura. Natives of the Yonada were played by Voyager’s Roxann Dawson and Robert Picardo.

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[kordeliiius]

A Cut From Every Cloth

Series of vintage photo mockups to commemorate Tarsier Studios turning 20 this year, featuring the main members of their pantheon in cultural clothing

Outfit descriptions and references below

Little Nightmares

Six - Japanese hakama, haori, and hair ornaments Mono - Swedish Dalarna suit Runaway - Embroidered Baju Melayu with headwrap

LittleBigPlanet Vita and Tearaway Unfolded

Sunshine - 19th-century Yorkshire dress with bonnet and lace shawl Atoi - Scottish tartan kilt and flat cap Sean - Regency-era suit with cybernetic motifs Flounder - Ringmaster uniform with Russian punk rock motifs Marianne - French folk dress with gothic accessories Otis - Appalachian denim overalls with decorative trim

The Stretchers, Statik, and Fists of Plastic

Red medic - Mexican serape wrap and sombrero Blue medic - Zoot suit with fedora and metallic accessories Dr. Ingen - Victorian pinstripe suit Hero - Hainanese bamboo dance costume

The City of Metronome

Ten - Irish-inspired coordination with walking hat and Galway boots New - Bai and Hmong Hoa-inspired outfit with traditional headdress and Hong Kong embroidery

[cometconnector]

society if the season ended with tommy getting buck out of the collapsed building and them reuniting and getting back together while Closer to Fine plays in the background because. because they aren't perfect and things are different and they're still reeling from bobby's death but now that they talked buck is finally feeling a little closer to fine

[vulcanette]

[naradreamt]

x

[jula483]

I do have receipts for everything...............

x / x / x

[crunchyapple33]

[ Self-shipping, or selfshipping, is to ship oneself with a canon character from pre-established media, or with an OC. [...] Some people do this just for fun, while some folks use it as a coping mechanism, and others still have genuine romantic/sexual feelings for their fictional other and will forego IRL relationships for their F/O (though this is not always the case!) ]

[14dayswithyou]

That is all thank you

ANSWERED: Art credit for da first Ren meme goes to @meo-eiru!!

BUT HELPPPPP THESE ARE SO FUNNY JDSGJH T_T The Moth meme + Uno meme had me CACKLING lmaoooooooo