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DON’T FORGOT THAT ON THE 29TH OF MARCH 2017 ARIN AND DAN WILL TURN INTO GROUCHY OLD MEN SCREAMING TO JAM LIQUID GAME GRUMPS UP YOUR PEE HOLE BASED ON POKEMON FIRE AND RED EPISODE PART 50. You’re welcome.
A/N;This series has been my baby. I thought it had finished long ago but the story took on a life of it’s own. It’s time to close the book and bid a due to the story that started me down this path of writing. Thank you all so much for your kind words and encouragement over the course of 2016. I wish you all the happiness in the world and thank you. I love you all. xoxox Lau
If you’ve ever lost someone everyone will tell you that it gets better. That it will pass. You wanted to find anyone who had ever said that to anyone. You wanted to scream in their face that the hurt doesn’t fade, it doesn’t just disappear like it never happened. It’s like a wound that you can’t treat, the darkness gets inside it and it festers and you can feel it throb everyday. Now imagine that you had lost a lot, lost your friends, your family, your life. You lost yourself, now try and get the strength to go through that everyday whilst you can watch everybody around not even notice.
If a girl screams behind glass can anybody hear her?
Prompt/Note: This is for #Bailey’s Disney Quotes Challenge - #17 - “Well, there’s the usual things: flowers…chocolates…promises you don’t intend to keep…” Cogsworth, Beauty and the Beast - and I chose Bucky x Reader and Reader is with the X-Men who is sent on a mission with the Avengers!
Note: This was so fun! Thank you so much Bailey for letting me do it. I haven’t written Bucky much so I was nervous! Beta’d by my other half @like-a-bag-of-potatoes for @buckysmetallicstump I did a crossover, I hope that’s okay!!
Warnings: Language…that’s about it
Word Count: 1527
“Y/N, could you come here?” Professor X asked as you walked by with Marie.
“Yes, Professor?” you asked as you bounded up behind him in his chair.
“I need you to go with Logan, Remy, and Storm to the Avengers Tower and help them with a mission.”
“Since when do we help the Avengers?” you questioned.
“Since we are their friends. We are allies of anyone who is willing to stop evil, Y/N, remember that,” Professor X said before rolling away.
- ‘ i am having, this is crazy, but I’m having feelings again. like some 14 year old kid or something. ‘ - ‘ are you saying you don’t have feelings? ‘ - ‘ are you taking me out for a spaghetti day? ‘ - ‘ woah, hey, you can’t take a day off from kicking ass. ‘ - ‘ who knows? i might even rule the world one day. ‘ - ‘ i’m gonna have a really hard time if we’re both cannibals and racists. ‘ - ‘ you light one bitch on fire and everyone freaks out! ‘ - ‘ i am gonna punch a hole through your face. ‘ - ‘ take care of yourself, or whatever people say. ‘ - ‘ i am presenting myself as a powerful lady. ‘ - ‘ oh! i dropped my monster condom that i use for my magnum dong. ‘ - ‘ look at queen ____, who’s too good to get naked with her buddy all of a sudden. ‘ - ‘ okay. daddy got a new plan. ‘ - ‘ what is your spaghetti policy here? ‘ - ‘ bash me like a rat and get it over with! ‘ - ‘ nobody writes a musical for no reason, that doesn’t make any sense. ‘ - ‘ i am going to smash everyone into tiny little pieces. ‘ - ‘ cat in the wall, eh? now you’re talking my language… ‘ - ‘ it’s perfectly natural for two grown men to need each other this badly. ‘ - ‘ i’m the tastemaker around here. pretty much what i say goes. ‘ - ‘ is anybody online the person who they say that they are?! ‘ - ‘ is there any nudity involved? ‘ - ‘ do you mind not breathing directly into my mouth? ‘ - ‘ you gotta have hard evidence. you don’t have any hard evidence. ‘ - ‘ score one for the old people! ‘ - ‘ i wanted to apologize about snapping earlier today with words at you guys, and then i came here to make an apology… apology words. ‘ - ‘ one of the things i like doing most is banging whores. ‘ - ‘ what would you give me? the obvious five star rating, or would you be a liar? ‘ - ‘ i’m eating because i’m very uncomfortable. ‘
In the beginning,
I was enamored with the forest
that sprouted from your soul.
Our roots connected,
The bridge between a brutal rapid.
In the end,
Someone else sparked your leaves.
A forest fire that left our bridge with a hole.
Now I know the answer.
If a tree falls in a forest and
No one is around to hear it,
It makes a sound.
Request: Hello! Can you do a Pietro x Reader fic where they are dating and while on a date they get abducted by HYDRA and are tortured in front of each other but they are saved? Thank you!
Requested By: Anonymous
Word Count: 2,133
Warnings: Angst, Violence, Needles
A/N: Here you go! Sorry if the ending sucked, wasn’t too sure on how to end it, so I hope that was good enough. Once again I have tried to put in the “keep reading” thing but it just won’t work for me. I don’t know why. It hates me. So, sorry to everyone since this is one really long post. FYI, “printesa” means “princess.” Also, the italicized part in the middle is a flashback. Well, enjoy!
Waking up, you shield your eyes from the blinding lights. Hearing an alarm go off, you swing your legs over your bed, noticing that you have a tracking device clamped onto your ankle. Pushing your tangled hair out of your face, you move towards the barred door. Grasping it, you notice that you can begin to see your knuckles through your skin. Peering through the bars, you hear shouting from multiple people, but you mainly hear a Sokovian accent cursing someone out lividly.
Your eyes widen as you see your Sokovian boyfriend, Pietro, being dragged out into the hallway, kicking and screaming at the guards restraining him. Tears welling up in your eyes, you wince when you see them kick Pietro, knocking him down. Stumbling back up, Pietro looks up and sees your face staring frightened back at his. Rushing over to your door, Pietro’s hands finds yours as the guards begin to pull him away.
“I’m going to be okay, I’m going to be okay,” Pietro keeps repeating over and over again to you. Tears now spilling onto your cheeks, you nod, not believing him one bit. As the guards begin to tug on him harder, your hands grasp onto Pietro’s hand, trying to keep him near. “I’ll be back for you, (Y/N), we’ll get out of this, we’ll-”
And with that, you scream as you see your boyfriend fall into a crumpled heap on the ground. Now sobbing, you watch as the guard puts away the taser that he had just used on your Pietro back into his pocket. Screaming for Pietro, you watch as the guards drag him into the horrid room at the end of the hall.
Fulling throwing your weight onto the door, you try to break it down. Sobbing, you pull back once more, preparing to throw your weight at the door again. Pietro, I need to get to Pietro, is all you think as you throw your battered shoulder at the door. Just as you were about to run at the door once more, a woman dressed in white enters, holding a syringe. Eyes wide, you start to back away into the corner.
“PIETRO!” You scream, trying to push away the woman. Seeing two guards enter, you start to scream for Pietro more. Grabbing one arm each, they begin to pin you down onto the cold mattress. Screaming hysterically, you try to shrink away from the woman with the needle. Wincing as it enters your skin, you begin to feel yourself calm down as the contents start to spread through your system.
Laying back down on the mattress, you feel yourself start to slip off into unconsciousness. Feeling yourself being strapped down, you dip into the welcoming blackness as your mind holds onto one word: Pietro.
It was a regular day, really, when you woke up that Tuesday. You walked out of your room into the familiar kitchen, greeting all of your friends as you began to pour yourself a cup of coffee. Following routine, you began to make Pietro’s coffee along with yours, waiting for your boyfriend to make an appearance. As per usual, he walked in groggy and half-asleep.
“Morning, Printesa,” He mumbled, silently walking towards you. Placing a kiss on his stubbly cheek, you handed him his cup of coffee.
“Morning, Speedy,” You laugh as you feel his arms wrap around your waist. You feel his face snuggle into your neck, making you laugh even more. Sleepy Pietro was always your favorite, seeing as he became extremely needy when he was tired. Mornings were not an exception.
“You guys are gross,” Tony fake gags, earning laughs from the Avengers. Rolling your eyes at him, you took your usual seat at the table, as does Pietro.
Leaning over during breakfast, Pietro began to whisper in your ear. “How about we go for a little walk today?”
Turning to look at him, you smiled and nodded.
Walking through the nearby park, you and Pietro swung your connected hands in bliss. It was a beautiful day for a walk, seeing as the sun was out. Continuing to stroll down the path, you finally realized how quiet it was.
“Hey, Pietro, where are the children?” You asked suspiciously, stopping in your tracks when you saw the abandoned playground set. Eyebrows furrowed, Pietro began to look around.
“I don’t know… Usually they are out,” He remarks, finding it odd for the usual kids to not be here. Feeling a bit on edge, both of your eyes began to scan the surrounding area looking for danger. Feeling his hand grip yours tighter, you turn to look at him. “I don’t like this, we need to-”
Your boyfriend was cut off as two jets materialized above you, finally revealing themselves. Seeing the all-too familiar red logo on one of the wings, you grip onto Pietro’s hand.
“Pietro, run,” You whisper out in panic. In a blink of an eye, Pietro has slung you onto his back, leaving you to grip onto his waist tightly. Dashing off in a blur, Pietro tries to avoid the appearing HYDRA agents that began to drop from the jets. Just as the two of you were about to reach the exit, Pietro skids to a halt as a large forcefield is placed in his path. Whipping around, he began to assess his surroundings, looking for a way out. As the HYDRA soldiers begin to close in on the two of you, you feel a dread spread through your body.
“You’re cornered, surrender now,” A voice from the nearest jet calls out over the P.A. system. Feeling Pietro grip onto your legs tighter, he looks back at you, panicked.
“(Y/N), we’re trapped, I can’t get us out of here, I’m so sorry,” He whispers to you with tears in his eyes. Nodding solemnly, you climb down from his back, moving to his side as you grip his hand tightly.
“Together?” You ask, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. The agents are less than six feet away from you now, holding handcuffs in one hand and a bag in the other.
“Together,” He says determinedly, giving your hand one final squeeze as the agents separate you. Feeling the cold cuffs being placed on your wrists behind your back, you look at Pietro one last time just as the bag is placed over your head.
Waking up from your induced sleep, you hear loud noises coming from the end of the hallway. Curious, you try to move but find yourself strapped to your bed. As the loud noises become louder and clearer, you can start to hear shouting once more.
“Clint, head off down the corridor to your right. Natasha, the left. Tony, you and me will head straight.” You hear Steve demand. Steve! Relief spreading through your body, you try to wrestle your way out of your straps trying to get to him. Finding that you can’t escape, you hear Steve and Tony approaching you cell. Hearing the cell door two down from you slam shut, you begin to scream for them, finding that you have been gagged as well.
Blasters firing, you watch as the lock on your door become a smoking hole. Pushing the door open, you almost cry from relief at seeing the familiar red and gold suit before you. Faceplate retracting back, you see Tony’s relieved face looking back into yours.
“Guys, I’ve found (Y/N)!” Tony shouted, stepping out of his suit. “Century mode,” Tony demands, walking towards you. Unbuckling your restraints as fast as he can, Tony finally frees you as he pulls the gag from your mouth. Crying from relief, you fling your arms around Tony’s shoulders, clutching him tightly.
“S’okay, you’re okay,” Tony soothingly says, clutching you tighter too. Not letting go of him, you feel the sobs rack through your body. Finally looking up, you see Steve, Clint, and Natasha standing in your doorway, looking down at you, shocked. Releasing Tony, you fling yourself at the three of them, clutching them tightly to you as you continue to sob.
“Shh, we’ve got you,” Clint calmly says, petting down your tangled hair. Realization hitting you, you pull back from your rescuers, eyes wide.
“Pietro! We have to find Pietro!” You shout, rushing out of your cell. Pulling back on your arm, Steve holds you back in your cell. Confused, you look at him.
“Let’s get that tracking device off your ankle first, okay?” Steve asks. Nodding your head, you let Tony get it off your ankle as Nat begins to question you about Pietro.
“Where is he?”
“Last time I saw him they were dragging him towards the room at the end of the hall. I’m not sure if he’s still there or not, seeing as they made me unconscious,” You reply, looking at them all. Glancing at Steve, he nods at Clint and Tony, silently sending them to find Pietro.
Looking back up at Nat and Steve, you furrow your eyebrows. “Let me go, I need to see him,” You say as you start to stand up. Pushing you back down onto the bed, they give you a sympathetic look.
“I need to get you back to the quinjet, all right? Make sure you’re okay,” Nat calmly says. Seeing the unjustness of this, you start to retort, but are cut off as Steve gives you a look.
“We’ll find him for you, (Y/N), but right now we need you back on the quinjet, okay?”
“Okay,” You begrudgingly say, letting yourself be led out of the horrid facility by Natasha.
Sitting on the bench of the quinjet, you feel Nat drape a blanket around your shoulders.
“Thanks,” You mumble, pulling it close to your body.
“Not a problem,” She replies, leaning back against the wall of the quinjet. Looking you over, she notices just how shaken up you look. Moving closer to you, she gently pats your back in reassurance. Flinching, you feel your shoulder flare up in pain. Taken aback, Nat looks at you suspiciously.
Gritting your teeth through the pain, you feel it turn into a dull pain. Breathing out, you look at her.
“Sorry, I injured my shoulder trying to break down the door,” You mumble out, looking at the floor.
“Did you aim near the lock, like I told you?” She asks, quirking up an eyebrow. Seeing you nod, Natasha feels pride flow through her body. Smiling back at you, she nods her head. “Good, I’m proud of you. And we’ll get Pietro back, don’t worry.”
Nodding along to her words, you were about to respond when the hangar door opened. Jumping to your feet, your eyes scan the group of boys, looking for Pietro. Seeing him propped up between Clint and Steve, you let out a cry of relief, seeing him awake. Running up to him, you help Clint and Steve lay him on the bench next to you.
Groaning at the pain of being laid on a hard surface, Pietro looks up at your face. “Told you I would get us out of here.”
Crying from happiness, you drop on your knees next to him and begin to brush through his tangled hair with your fingers. Not even understanding what he meant, you crashed your lips onto his. Moving your other hand up to hold his face, you ignore the pain in your shoulder as you continue to kiss him. Pulling back, you smile for the first time in a week.
“What do you mean?” You happily ask, remembering his statement. Wiping away the tears, you continue to run your fingers through his hair as the others start assessing his injuries.
Smiling, Pietro lets out a small chuckle. “When they dragged me into the room, I saw a computer there. Before they could strap me down, I ran over and sent out a message to everyone, saying that we were kidnapped. They didn’t see me do this, because they just thought I was trying to run away. Then, a day later, they showed up,” Pietro finished with a glance towards his teammates.
Too tired to even respond, you gently place your lips onto his once more. Smiling at the contact, you hear a groan coming from the corner of the jet.
“Blagh, you guys are still gross,” Tony mutters out, causing the two of you to laugh as you pull away.
“Tony!” You hear the other three yell, causing your rescuers to begin to bicker. Looking back at Pietro, you see him watching the others, amused.
“I love you,” You whisper out, causing his eyes to flicker towards yours.
“And I love you,” He replies, gently brushing his lips over yours. And with that, the six of you head home, desperate to forget what had happened over the last dreadful week.
Background: My party- consisting of a Wood Elf Rogue(me), a Human Paladin, a Half Elf Cleric, a Teifling Ranger, a character who’s player was absent for this story, and a goblin we had captured called Dies Horribly(he happened to have a player for this story)- came across a dungeon in the woods. The absent character spent the time staring at the wall while Dies stood watch at the entrance to the dungeon, and the paladin, cleric, ranger, and rogue checked out a small room with a single chest.
DM- upon inspecting the walls you find several small holes. And the chest is sitting on a pressure sensitive tile.
Paladin(ooc)- I cover the holes with the tapestry I found
Rogue(ooc)- that won’t work though, arrows will completely tear the fabric.
Paladin(ooc)- I cover the holes with the tapestry anyway.
DM- okay, you cover the holes. Now what?
Paladin(ooc)- I try to pick up the chest.
Rogue(ooc)- I stand just outside the room.
DM- as you pick up the chest fire shoots from the holes, burning the tapestry and making your armor very hot. You then drop the chest back down and the fire stops.
Rogue- *to the ranger* we can go convince Dies to get the chest for us…
*Rogue and Ranger quickly go to find Dies*
Rogue- hey Dies there’s this chest of treasure inside you should go get it for us.
Dies- Shiney!*runs off to go get the chest. He proceeds to pull the chest out of the room but getting so much fire damage he’s basically dead*
Cleric- I cast cure wounds on Dies.
DM- alright but he’s permanently scarred and will only have 4 hit points until you can find a higher level cleric.
And that’s the story of how Dies Horribly almost died horribly. And also why you shouldn’t ever trust a neutral evil rogue and ranger ever.
Request:Hey I was wondering if you could write an Isaac Lahey rough smut? Thanks ( I love your writing by the way)
Thank you so much love ♥ I went the road of Teacher!Isaac, which I hope is okay with you;) Also, I probably went a little overboard because there is something about teacher!isaac that just adkgjkfds shit. Personally, this may be the hottest thing I’ve ever written.
Warnings: smut (daddy kink, teacher kink, spanking *with a belt*..shit like that. Trust me, you won’t find God here) Also, I was right, I got carried away so this is hella long. Word Count: 3,338
Mr. Lahey was God’s gifts
to women, you were certain. Eighteen years of living and you had never found
yourself so sexually attracted to someone before let alone your sixth period
history teacher. You had spent your entire senior year drooling over such an
unattainable man and it drove you crazy. He was tall, towering at least six
inches over you. There had been many occasions where you caught yourself staring
at the way his broad shoulders and arm muscles constricted against his tight
button-downs. Black, blue, or white were the usual colors of his button downs,
paired with a pair of black dress pants that made his ass look phenomenal.
You’d never admit it out loud but whenever he would sit down, you would stare
at the way his pants constricted against his cock. He was endowed, that’s for
sure. The way his shirts were always tucked in and a thick black belt tied
around his waist made your mouth dry. And when he wore jeans and a t-shirt of
casual Fridays, good lord. His tight jeans would hang low on his hips and whenever
he raised his arms just enough, his shirt would rid up, giving you a perfect
view of his toned stomach. Even his hands were beautiful. They were wonderfully
large and you yearned to know what it would feel like to have them massage your
breasts or wander between your thighs.
His face was sculpted by the
Greek Gods. You were sure his jaw would slice your finger open if you ever got
the chance to touch it. Even with the slight stubble, it looked sharp. Whenever
he would clench it, you had to resist moaning out loud in the middle of class.
Oh and his eyes, they were such a bright blue. Whenever he looked at you, it
felt like your skin was on fire and he was burning holes through you. His hair
was your favorite part, though. The sandy brown curls were always disheveled,
like he had just rolled out of bed but you knew that he styled it that way on
purpose. You often imagined yourself yanking on it as he pounded into you over
and over again. Or scratching your nails against his scalp as your tongue
explored his mouth. You imagined him to be a great kisser with lips so plump
and so soft looking. You were certain his mouth was capable of earth shattering
things, like wrapping themselves around your clit as his hands held down your
Mr. Lahey always stood with
authority, as well. He was fresh out of college but you would never be able to
tell with the way he controlled the classroom. He knew how to joke and have fun
but was stern when he needed to be. You loved when someone would act up in class
and he was forced to scold them. The authority in his voice would cause
goosebumps to rise on your arms. More times than not, you day dreamt of Mr.
Lahey using that voice to command you to drop to your knees or to tell you the
bend over his desk as he gripped on to your thighs and dove into you. You would
also imagine your name falling from his lips in breathless moans, but that’s
beside the point. By the end of your little fantasy, you would be biting your
lip and clenching your thighs together, desperate for some kind of relief. But with your senior year dwindling down to a mere
two weeks, you were determined to make your fantasy come true.
You noticed the way Mr.
Lahey’s eyes would trail down your shirt whenever you talked to him. Or the way
he would lick his lips and rake his eyes up and down your legs when you wore a
short dress or shorts. You had a plan, you were eighteen, and almost
graduated…what did you have to lose? So when sixth period rolled around two
Friday’s before your last day of school, you sauntered in a tight white dress.
The v-neck dipped low and the pleated skirt bellowed out at the waist, stopping
mid-thigh. You wore your hair up in a tight pony tail, exposing your tan skin.
You smiled at Mr. Lahey as you
entered his classroom. “Good afternoon, Mr. Lahey.” You said coolly. He was
wearing the usual-black shirt, tight black pants-and your mouth was already
Mr. Lahey looked up from the
paper he was grading and smiled back at you. “Afternoon, Miss Y/L/N.” You
watched as his eyes settled down your body and he swallowed thickly. This may
just be a lot easier than you expected. You slid into your seat in the front
row and crossed your one leg over the other. The rest of the class filed in,
taking their seats.
Once the bell rang, Mr. Lahey
stood up from his desk and took his spot in the center of the classroom.
“Alright Seniors, two weeks left. Let’s make these two weeks good ones, yeah?”
The class grumbled in response and Mr. Lahey half smiled. “Take out the
worksheet I gave you guys for homework last night, please.”
You reached into your
backpack, pulling out your folder along with a water bottle. Mr. Lahey stood in
front of the desk next to yours and you watched him through your eyelashes. He
was going on and on about the answers to the worksheet but you had your own
agenda on your mind. You placed the water bottle in front of you, wrapping your
one hand around it as much as possible. You removed the lid and wrapped your
lips around the tip as if you were going to take a drink from it. As soon as
Mr. Lahey looked your way, you lifted your lips off the bore and ran your
tongue along the rim of it. Mr. Lahey chocked over his words, his eyes
practically bugging out of his head.
You smirked to yourself as you
hallowed out of your cheeks, sliding your mouth down the water bottle. He
couldn’t tear his eyes off of you but he miraculously kept his instruction to
the class going. You slowly bobbed your head up and down on the water bottle,
watching as Mr. Lahey gulp. When a student raised their hand, he was forced to
look away and you released your mouth from the water bottle, a smirk plastered
on your face. Who knew it was so easy to get Mr. Lahey so hot and bothered?
His eyes continually scanned
over the class as he taught, his eyes lingering on you a few seconds longer
than everyone else. Every time he looked at you, you flirted with your eyes,
biting your lip and running your hands up and down your body. He was struggling
to stay focused, you could tell. He rocked back and forth on his toes, probably
searching for some kind of friction against the tightness of his dress pants, if
things worked out in your favor. Finally, after what seemed like the longest
class period you’ve ever experienced, the bell rang. Students scurried to get
their things together and began to leave the classroom. Mr. Lahey returned to
his desk and you waited from the class to be empty. If everything worked out
the way you wanted it to, Mr. Lahey would ask you to stay back.
But he didn’t. The class
emptied and Mr. Lahey didn’t look up from his work. You waited a few seconds
and when he didn’t look up at you, you sighed in defeat. You stood up to gather
your things, a hot blush on your cheeks. You just spent the entire class period
trying to seduce your teacher which seemed to be working and obviously it didn’t.
Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you headed for the door with your head
down. Before you could walk out the door, an arm reached over you to slam it
shut and lock it.
Hi may I request n. 7 w/ Chris Evans and 8,10 w/ Steve Rogers where the reader is also Tony Stark daughter? I know I'm very specific 😅
(Unfortunately, I am only taking one story per request. You can combine numbers, but please don’t request two stories in one ask. It makes organization difficult.)
7. “I hope one day you’re as happy as you’re pretending to be.”
No one tells you one day you’ll wake up with a hole in your chest. That you won’t be able to breathe, that your heart will be bleeding through your shirt, soaking down your sleeve, staining that white shirt he used to love on you.
No one tells you one day it’ll all be over. Done, finished. One day, he’ll walk out that door and never look back, despite knowing that every day, you’ll watch him pull up to his house and trudge inside after a long day of shooting, unsure if it was killing him as much as it was killing you.
You blink at the harsh light spilling into your bedroom through the curtains, that hole in your chest burning around the edges, pain flickering and licking at you with every waking breath. No one told you it would be there one day.
And no one told you it was going to be Chris Evans that put it there.
Eyes finally adjusting, you focus in on the black slab rested on the edge of your nightstand, quiet, dormant. As it has been for awhile now. No missed calls, no texts. Not even any alarms. Who cared if you got up that day? Who was going to kiss you awake, make you breakfast?
So what was the point?
You sigh and force yourself to reach over for your phone, knowing fully well there would be nothing there for you to see, no new news, no new messages from nonexistent friends desperate to pull you out of your slump.
But it’s not that adorable, overly cheesy picture of a basket of puppies that greets you at the touch of the screen. You choke, coughing at what blackens out the innocent picture meant to keep you going.
Psst hey. So I heard you all liked my glow cloud <3
WELL. I can’t afford to give them away for free or anything and I can’t charge for them cause that’d be stealing from the wonderful people that are behind the show BUT I CAN TEACH YOU HOW TO MAKE YOUR OWN!
And it’s super duper easy.
I found that–^ somewhere on google. Basically you do that but with a color changing LED! (and animals if you want them). Step 1. Get a paper lantern thingy and string some clear fishing wire through it to attach your animals where ever you want them. Step 2. Use spray adhesive to cover your paper lantern in that fluffy pillow filling stuff! (Cover the bottom but make sure to leave the top hole open!) Step 3. Stick your color changing LED (IT MUUUUST be an LED because they don’t get hot and won’t set your house on fire when angered) in the lantern through the hole in the top. Step 4. Use the fishing wire to hang it from a hook on your ceiling. Step 5. All hail the glow cloud.
My LED was super cool but it cost me $40 on it’s own causing my cloud to be around $60. You can get them wayyyyyyy cheaper though! :D If you want more details (specifics on things I used) or if you have any questions shoot me an ask c: