Those of you following me here may be familiar with my Companion Timeskip Outfits project, an eventual effort to provide different outfits for every companion on the basis of act, romance status, whether or not it’s Mark of the Assassin, and whether or not the final quest was completed. In the final Timeskip project, all companions will have a full set of outfits that will automatically change over: however, I’ve had several requests to upload the outfits I have completed thus far as standalone replacers, and am consequently doing so now. New outfits will be uploaded as I complete them.
Pick the file(s) corresponding to the outfit(s) you like, then unzip and drop the .erf file into your Override folder. If you do not know where your “Override” folder is, it is found under the same Dragon Age 2 folder that stores your user data (this is the same Dragon Age 2 folder where any screenshots taken in-game will be stored). This will usually be found in your “My Documents” or “Documents” folder, in the “Bioware” folder, and is NOT the one found under your Program Files. This should be the case for both Macs and PCs, but if you have wound up with an alternate filepath, try to find your in-game screencaps folder and navigate up to the “Dragon Age 2” folder. Once you are in this folder, go into “packages”, then “core”. There should already be a folder named “override” in here; if there is none, and are sure you are in the right location, you may create one. Once in the “override” folder, you can just paste the files there.
Delete the .erf files from your override folder.
Currently, the outfits available include:
Anders First Outfit Replacers:
Act One - A modified Grey Warden outfit, to indicate Anders as having recently left the Wardens.
Act Two Romanced - The same first romance outfit as available in Anders Automatic Romance Armors. Contains a hawk feather color scheme and bracers with the Amell crest.
Act Three Start - A dark variation of Anders’ first outfit, opened
Act Three Start Romanced - A dark variation of Anders’ first outfit, opened and with bracers with the Amell crest.
Mark of the Assassin - A fancier outfit inspired by his Awakening clothes, with the original Awakening color scheme. Suitable to wear to fancy parties.
Mark of the Assassin Romanced - A fancier outfit inspired by his Awakening clothes, with a red and black color scheme and the Amell crest. Suitable to wear to fancy parties.
Anders Second Outfit Replacers:
Post-Justice Romanced - The same second romance outfit as available in Anders Automatic Romance Armors. Mixes red feathers in alongside his black and includes bracers with the Amell crest.
Isabela Base Outfit Replacers:
Act One - A modified DAI Captain’s Coat mashup with the pants from Isabela’s DAI outfit and the gloves from her base outfit.
Mark of the Assassin - A modified Harlequin outfit, recolored to be black, blue and gold.
Isabela Romance Outfit Replacers:
Mark of the Assassin Romanced - A modified Harlequin outfit, recolored to be black, red and gold. Includes an Amell crest print. No Amell favor armband because it looked really weird with the red ties, sorry, but I can add it in if anyone really thinks it should be there.
Labeled pictures of all of these outfits may be found under the pictures section as well.
Please let me know if you want any of Anders’ first outfits to replace his second outfit or vice versa, and if you’d like an Act One Outfit replacer for Isabela’s romance outfit. This mod is not compatible with any other outfit replacers or retextures for the replaced outfit. Hell will freeze over before you get any fairskinned Isabela variants, do not ask for them, do not edit these to be fairskinned Isabela.
Coming Up next
Act Three Isabela romance and nonromanced variants, concept art Isabela inspired outfits available with and without her fancy hat from DAI.
You may retexture and redistribute any of the outfits provided within this mod as long as you do not lighten Isabela’s skintone in any armor replacers meant for Isabela. (You may of course do so if you are using it for a lighter-skinned Hawke or other companion, just not Isabela or any other darker-skinned companions.)
vaelsmod for the texture base + pre-trimmed mesh used for Anders’ Act One coat.
DA2 NPC Hands for the lighter palms texture + non-wooden looking fingers used for the hands Isabela’s Act One outfit, which I just feel gives it a nice touch of realism.
I wanted to write something with this incorrect thiam quote and it got a bit weird?? sorry.
Being homeless wasn’t as bad as Theo expected. It wasn’t nice by any means and Theo knew without his supernatural abilities he’d probably have thrown himself off a bridge by now but with them it was..alright. It wasn’t fun, or pretty, or exciting but he could handle it. He knew enough about the town to know where he could sneak in to shower. His body ran warmer than most people’s would so when he added his thin blanket, the back-seat of his truck and some thick sweatpants to the mix he wasn’t really sleeping cold a lot. His muscles would heal themselves from the cricks most people would get from sleeping in such a cramped space within an hour of him waking up.
Requested by anon: “Voltron request? Shiro taking his s/o on their first date and it fails miserably and by the end of the night he feels like dying a little inside but when his s/o kisses him, he goes back to his room with the biggest smile on his face. ( I just thought it would be cute!) thank you! I hope you have a good day!“
A/N: Hope you love it my lovely anon! <33
So the day Shiro finally asked you on a date everyone thought ‘it was about damn time.’ Living on the castle ship with the paladins didn’t leave much room for privacy and secrets, everyone knew how everyone else felt about the other. Meaning the other paladins knew Shiro was head over heels for you within the first week in Earth time.
When he finally asked you out everyone sighed in relief.
After finding out where it would be safe to take you, he planned the perfect date.
Leaving you rather excited. Allura sat in your room as you readied yourself. “You must be excited” she said, you turned from the mirror to face her. “Yeah, I’ve had feelings for Shiro for a while now. Since we were in the garrison together, I guess we were both oblivious to the other.” you laughed sitting beside her.
“I never really got the chance to ‘date’ as you call it. Being a princess made it difficult.” Allura informed you. Putting a hand on her shoulder, “You’ll find someone incredible, I know it” encouraging her. A large smile grew on her face, “Thank you [F/n]”
“And worse comes to worse, there’s always Lance” walking to the mirror again. Allura laughed behind you, “I’d have to decline the offer” she joked. Eliciting some laughter from you.
Not long after there was a knock on your door. Walking over you clicked the panel beside the door allowing it to slide open. Shiro stood on the other side, nervously fidgeting.
He smiled upon laying eyes on you, “Wow, you look incredible” complimenting you, Allura had lent you some clothes. It was nice to be in something different. “Thanks Shiro, you don’t look half bad yourself” teasing playfully.
He chuckled before asking “All set to go?”
“I am” answering as he offered you an arm. Of which you took.
“Don’t have too much fun you two” You could hear Lance yell from down the corridor. You simply laughed, looking up to see Shiro chuckling, face flushed. It was too easy to get him flustered. But it was undeniably adorable.
He took you down to where his lion was. Climbing aboard you turned to him, “So where are we headed?” walking backwards toward the cockpit. “Well Allura and Coran told me about a friendly planet nearby so I thought maybe it’d be fun to go check it out”
“Sounds cool, lets do it” smiling at him. He blushed again before heading to where he pilots the lion. Standing beside him you held onto the chair. “Hold on” he said before taking off. Though the propulsion knocked you off balance.
Noticing Shiro quickly caught you by the waist. Though it caused the lion to jerk and you fell the other direction. That ended with you falling on to his lap.
You hands landed on his shoulders, his arms still around your waist. Meeting his eyes you both blushed bright red. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry” you cursed, quickly jumping on his lap.
“I-I” choking on his own voice, he cleared his throat. “I, uhm, don’t worry about it. It’s okay”
You both sat in a bit of an awkward silence. Before you started to laugh, “Who knew Lance’s advice would come into play so early” you joked. Shiro began to laugh as well, “Can you imagine how long it’d take to live that down?”
“We wouldn’t” you smiled while watching space fly past, as a planet came into view. “Is that it?” pointing out toward the mass.
“It is. Lets land and get the ball rolling” You nodded, getting a better grip onto the chair this time. Though the landing was smooth.
Once landed you both exited the lion, it putting up it’s force field the minute you stepped off.
You followed a path to a nearby town. It was a cute little place, tucked away from where the Galra could find it. It seemed to be a port for many travelers, seeing aliens of different species everywhere. “What should we do first?” Shiro asked standing beside you.
“I don’t know about you but I’m starving” your eyes skimming over the buildings. “Oh there!” you pointed to what resembled a restaurant, grabbing his hand “Come on!” a cheery tone to your voice. Leading him through the rather crowded street.
You made it to the small restaurant and got yourselves a table. “I have no idea what any of this stuff is” staring, confused by the menu.
“Maybe we can just ask to get what’s popular?“ Shiro looked around for the alien taking your order.
You did so and made idle conversation while waiting. Trying to keep the conversation light. The service was good, the food was out quickly. It looked less than appealing.
“Okay we both take a bite at the same time, it’s only fair” Shiro laughed gesturing between the both of you. “Ugh, fine! We take the bullet together” you hesitantly grabbed your utensil.
You both got a spoonful. “Okay, on 3. 1.. 2.. 3!” both taking a bite. “Oh god that’s horrible” placing your utensil down. Shiro shook it off, “That isn’t what we’re used too”
“We should’ve brought back up space goo” you laughed, staring disapprovingly at the food. He nodded laughing as well.
After paying you both began to wander the street again. Peering into each restaurant or store. Though one caught your attention, “Is that a bar?” you laughed.
“I think it is” Shiro chuckled following your gaze. “Well we’re both adults, and haven’t had a drink since we were brought out to space. So what do you say?”
“Are you sure?” he asked hesitantly. “Come on Shiro live a little” squeezing his hand. He sighed, “Okay, just one”
“Deal” grinning before pulling him to the building. Approaching the bar, “Hi, how are you two? You new around here?” The bartender greeted. “Just passing through” smiling at him.
“Nice, what can I get for you?” he asked looking at the both of you. “Uh, I guess whatever is popular“
He smiled before coming back with two glasses. The liquid in it was slightly tinged pink. Taking the glasses and handing Shiro one. “To terrible food, lets hope the drink’s better” you laughed, Shiro smiled before clinking his glass to yours. Both downing the drinks.
“Whew, that is strong” placing the glass down. “And your unaffected and i feel like a lightweight” noticing how Shiro didn’t even flinch. He laughed, “I guess you are a lightweight.” he teased. The drink obviously making him more confident. “I’m hurt, you have wounded me Takashi Shirogane” using his full name in faux offense.
“I’ll be right back” he chuckled, “Okay but don’t abandon me here” you laughed. Watching as he headed to the bathroom. Leaning against the bar you fiddled with the empty glass.
“Hey sweetheart” a voice came from beside you. Looking up you saw a male alien, he had dark eyes, and purplish skin. You gave him a small smile before turning away.
“What’s got you here all alone?” he flirted coming closer to you.
“I’m actually here with someone, so please leave me alone” Politely rejecting his advances. Though he didn’t take the hint and continued to flirt. However, when he reached out to touch your arm he was pinned to the bar. Jumping back you noticed the Galra arm, shocked at this new side of Shiro.
“Leave her alone” growling before he pushed him away. The man gained his balance, punching Shiro in the jaw. Though Shiro barley flinched, being a prisoner and fighting the galra has given him a high pain tolerance.
Shiro grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him off his feet. You were stunned, not having ever seen this side of him (not that you didn’t like it). Though the bartender soon broke it up, “I want both of you out now!” he yelled at them both.
“We were just leaving” you grabbed Shiro’s hand and pulled him out of the building. Beginning to walk back to his lion. You walked in silence.
“I’m sorry” he looked over at you. “I ruined the night” You simply shrugged, “It was probably the drink, lets just get back it’s late. I’ll clean up that gash when we get back.” Giving him a kind smile. “You were protecting me so thank you”
He gave a small smile before nodding.Though he couldn’t help but feel he ruined everything, including his chances with you.
Getting back to the castle ship, everyone had gone to bed. Telling him to sit on your bed as you went to get some supplies to clean up his busted lip.
Coming back with a wash cloth and antiseptic. Sitting beside him you focused on cleaning up the blood and tending to the area that would surely bruise.
“I’m sorry again. I ruined our night. I just really like you and I guess I got a bit jealous when seeing that guy wouldn’t leave you alone, and it mixed with the drink I had. Basically I understand if you don’t want to be more than friends after tonight.” he babbled, not allowing you a word in.
“Shiro, you didn’t ruin the night. I had a fantastic time and I’d love to go out again. Though, maybe next time something simple like stargazing or just exploring would be better. Away from weird food and strong drinks” you smiled at him. He felt relief wash through him.
Smiling he said “I’ll let you get some sleep” standing to leave. You followed him to the door. Turning to you he gave you a bashful smile, “Goodnight [F/n]”
You smiled widely back, “Goodnight Shiro” turning to return to your room. Though in a rush of confidence you stopped mid-step and turned to him again. Swiftly your hand landed on the back of his neck and you pulled his lips to yours.
He was shocked at first but soon relaxed into the kiss as his hands landed on your hips. Pulling away you smiled, cheeks flushed. Your face was centimeters from his as you whispered again, “Goodnight Shiro” before retreating into your room again.
Leaving a shocked Shiro behind. A grin beamed on his face, under flushed cheeks. He wore a ecstatic smile all the way back to his room and until he fell asleep. Still in disbelief that you kissed him.
Okay so I want to document this whole process so I’m gonna tell some stories and experiences here (some of this is TMI im sorry )
- Going to the hospital for surgery was incredibly tense. My dad and I were arguing and then my mom was irritated and it was a really weird. I cried a lot and I just listened to music and played with play doh
- when I got to the hospital they mixed me up with patients two seperate times so that was nerve wracking
- The actual surgery wasn’t bad. I was fine during anesthesia, there was no bleeding
- when I was waking up all I was asking for was Adrian (@equi–nox) and my mom called them for me
- I kept telling them they are wonderful and I’m in love with them (which is all true)
-But I don’t remember any of it so
- When I woke up I had trouble breathing and my oxygen levels dropped so they put me on oxygen
- everything hurt but it was worth it
- I really had to per but I refused to use a bed pan so I attempted to stumble my way to the bathroom with my whole robe open and a nurse holding me up
- it took me ten minutes to pee and I was very disoriented so I wasn’t sure if I was peeing or not
- I still am taking forever to pee
- apparently it is an anesthesia complication that goes away in like a week
- also I have not shit since before surgery even though I’m taking stool softeners. It doesn’t hurt yet though so we’ll see
- also I am at a high risk for getting pneumonia
- so I keep coughing a lot and some of it has a little blood in it
- but after chest surgery that’s common so I need to make sure I take at least 10 deep breaths/hour
- I just need to watch it and make sure I don’t get a fever
- oh another TMI thing is that it’s 100% not worth your time to wear underwear. The elastic is hard to deal with because you have no strength. Sweatpants alone are better.
-as for other clothes, a zip up hoodie is wonderful. Button ups are too hard
-i keep being really hot and then really cold, so I have the A.C. on and blankets
-stay hydrated. Really. Water, Gatorade, tea, whatever you can manage to drink. It makes it easier to take medications and it gives you strength. It also helps with the bathroom thing.
- eat food. Especially with pain medication and antibiotics. That stuff can really fuck with your stomach and if you don’t eat it will be a lot worse. Also you need food to get strength.
- obviously eating healthy is better but really eat what you make yourself eat.
-cooking is hard. Everything is hard. A mug of tea is heavy. Everything is heavy. Eat simple things.
- also ask for help. I am so bad at this. I keep trying to do things and I need to stop. I need help with almost everything
- also pain is a thing. Every single part of my body hurts. Mostly my chest and arms, but everything else is sore
- taking pain medication is not a sign of weakness. I didn’t take any last night in the middle of the night and I woke up crying in pain
- car rides hurt
- changing bandages is so weird. Every time I see my chest it’s just weird.
-also it keeps swelling for the first 3 days post op which is fun
- emotionally you need support. I’m bipolar so it’s a little more intense for me, but my moods are out of control
- I’m gonna need to check in with my treatment team more often
- also psych meds and pain meds don’t work well together always
- sleep a lot. You need it.
Kay that’s all I can think of rn but I’m sure I’ll reblog this later with more
Anonymous said: Idk if head canons (would includes are open but I have one that i thought would be cute. enoch dating/ having an interest in a girl of colour. I’m a girl of colour and when I see interracial couples It makes me really happy because I personally dont feel like anyone other than my own race would find me attractive
Like with the Arithmomania comic, I ran across this vampire weakness and I just love how impractical and idiotic it is. I also ended up drawing the guys in beach wear (I tried to do their eclectic mix and match clothing style but it’s hard) when I was at the beach so I figured I’d do a comic using the designs I came up with? I like Viago’s, haha. Sorry the format is kind of weird, you can read the text a lot more easily if you fullscreen the image.
Re:the last line, since moonlight is just reflected sunlight, I kind of like the idea that a really ancient vampire like Petyr would be a little vulnerable to being outside, so it would be nice and soothing to have sunscreen put on him if he’s out for too long.
GOT7 Reaction | Seeing their ideal type at a fansign
| Could you please do a BTS and GOT7 reaction when they see their ideal type at a fansign? Thanksssss ❤️ | Here u go fam! ~Admin Hedgehog (i got carried away with yugyeoms I’m sorry my bias is showing)
Mark: he would get really really shy and giggly to himself, and would be terrible at making eye contact with you bc he’s so shy~~~
JB/Jaebum: ahh this sucker would be a weird mix between super giggly and low-key flirty but he would try his best to give you signals that he likes you, without showing favoritism.
Jackson: can u say king of skinship like good god he’s gonna try to be all over you without making it a big deal, but while he tries his best to show that he likes you, he wouldn’t act on his feelings in such a public area
Jinyoung: our prince would be extra polite and give you lots and lots of smiles and hand touching, holding your hand and writing a cute note on your album/poster.
Youngjae: sweet awkward bean would give so many awkward giggles and would try to gather up his courage to hold you hand before you move on to another member, and he may or may not be successful, but he would appreciate it if you made the first move and held his hand first lmao
Bambam: my meme son would be sO EXTRA EXTRA holy shit he is going to be doing The Most™ to show his affection for you but when it comes down to it he might show his cute and sensitive side and be really shy to ask you out, especially since its v dangerous to show extra affection with all the other fans there and his hyungs right there as well.
Yugyeom: I remember an interview where he said if he saw his ideal girl on the train, then he would walk over to her and ask her if she had time to get a coffee or something IDK but the point is that even though he’s at a fansign and lil maknae is getting a lil more confident, he is in front of more fans and his hyungs and his manager, so i think he wouldn’t try anything but he might try to figure out who you are so that he can maybe stalk u online for a while before messaging u (MAYBE)
how would s76 react to s/o showing her love by offering sweaters or scarf (like she knit and she is super introvert so she does what she knows to try to get his attention) and like she puts the gifts in sort of secret but one day he see her knit and she stress a lot cause shit he knows now (or something like that) (btw young s/o and female pronouns if you can ^-^ )
That request is really adorable, dear Anon! :3 Thank you so much! We hope you enjoy it ^-^
The first time he found one of the carefully wrapped packages in front of his office door after a long, tiring mission, he was utterly confused. He hadn’t ordered anything, he was sure of that. It appeared to be some sort of gift, something he wasn’t used to getting, especially since it wasn’t even his birthday. Sure, twenty years ago there were days when he was drowning in packages from admirers all over the world but now he was completely forgotten. The poster boy was dead. He was dead, except to the few people who found out about his identity. Soldier: 76 wasn’t someone who got gifts, let alone deserved them, in his opinion. Yet, he got one. This present, sent by an unknown person, was obviously meant for him since his name was neatly written on the top. Jack’s surprise only rose when he opened it to find a knitted scarf. It had a simple color and pattern, not too bright, not too special, not attracting too much unwanted attention. It seemed perfect for him. Even though it was extremely impractical considering his field of work, he couldn’t ignore how comfortable and soft the fabric felt when he ran his fingers over the material. So he kept it. And he kept all the other hand-knitted clothes he received ever since then. Of course, he always questioned where they came from; there has never been a name of the sender on these packages. Jack had an idea who could have sent the gifts to him. Obviously, you were the first person that came to his mind but it didn’t quite add up for him. There was no one else who would give presents to him but why weren’t you giving them to him in person? He doubted his thoughts; you never struck him as a person who would enjoy knitting. Not with your age. It just didn’t seem fitting. Jack never brought his suspicion up; he never confronted you as he wasn’t sure whether it would make you uncomfortable in any way. There had to be a reason why you kept this a secret if it really was you.
As oblivious as the man was, his assumptions were right. Each time Jack went on a longer mission, you spent the lonely evenings and nights knitting, sometimes for multiple hours at a time. It helped you relax and for a while, you were able to forget the lonesomeness slowly consuming your heart whenever he was gone. You always placed the wrapped clothes in front of his office about an hour before he was set to return to make sure he wasn’t going to catch you in the act. Sure, you could have given them to him personally but you were too afraid to do so; the thought of him finding your hobby silly and ridiculous scared you even though he seemed to enjoy his gifts a lot. Whenever he was off work, he wore one of your precious hand-knitted garments. Jack was barely seen without one of the many pieces you had made for him. Still, you were aware that knitting didn’t seem quite fitting for a person your age, keeping it a secret was the most comfortable option for now. Watching him wear your presents was enough for you; it assured you that they really seemed to mean a lot to him. It was fine the way it was.
On another one of those lonely days, you found yourself sitting in the common room, chatting with Ana and Reinhardt, a half-finished sweater in your hands. Jack had left on a mission around a week ago and wasn’t supposed to return until tomorrow evening. Ana had found out about your hobby shortly after Jack started wearing the knitted clothes. She barged into your room to assign you to an extremely urgent mission, too urgent to knock on your door and prepare you for her arrival, and found you sitting on your bed, working on a pair of gloves. She had laughed at the sight for a second, not because she found it weird but because she thought it was adorable. After that encounter, she had started to give you a few tips and even taught you a few new patterns so you’ve been spending a lot of time with her lately. You didn’t mind Ana knowing, she has been very supportive and so was the German man who had found Ana teaching you some tricks one night.
You were currently talking about your last training session with the older woman when she suddenly brought up a fact you’ve been trying to ignore.
“You know, Jack is going to find about it eventually, sweetie. If he hasn’t already” she mentioned, nodding towards the knitting needles in your hand. You were aware of that, you probably wouldn’t be able to hide it forever but so far the odds had been in your favor.
“I’ve been doing it for almost half a year now and he’s never brought it up. I don’t think he’s got a clue at the moment.” Your words were full of confidence but there were doubts in your mind. He might have not addressed the topic yet but even Jack Morrison couldn’t be that oblivious, could he? You sighed inwardly, hoping that you would be able to hold on to that secret for a little longer. But destiny had other plans.
“Let’s not have her worry about it too much, Ana! We should enjoy this evening! Anyway, I believe hell would have to freeze over for him to actually find out about it.” The gentle giant laughed loudly and gave you a pat on the back.
“For who to find out about what?”
You almost dropped the knitting needles when you heard the familiar voice from behind you. Jack had just entered the room and thrown his duffel bag into the corner before stopping behind the sofa and looking down at you. You instantly felt the heat rising to your cheeks and desperately tried to hide your red face behind your hands. So much about keeping a secret.
“Speaking of the devil!” shouted Reinhardt in laughter, you would have probably seen him holding his stomach if your eyes weren’t covered. Ana was barely able to stifle her laughs but at least she tried not to make her amusement too obvious.
As Jack saw the knitting equipment in your hands as well as your blushing cheeks, he understood. He slowly went around the sofa and stopped in front of you, muttering a quiet “I knew it” more to himself than the other people in the room. You still had your hands over your face, not being able to gain enough confidence to look up at him. That was until you felt two strong arms embrace your body and the smell of sweat mixed with Jack’s cologne filled your nose. Your eyes widened in surprise. “You could have told me, you know?” he whispered into your ear, his face nuzzled into your hair. “I’m so sorry, I was just so worried that you’d find it silly or weird so I was too scared to really tell you, I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t want to hide it from you but I was so stressed and-“ you kept rambling and felt his hands slowly running up and down your back to calm you down.
“It’s okay, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I appreciate your hard work, a lot. I’ve never had anyone do that for me so thank you.”
You shyly nodded as he gave you a loving kiss on the top of your head.
i can’t believe this tumblr is 10 years old… i literally joined this website in 2007 as a dumb idiot my first year of college. i joined because i wanted a blog but i didn’t wanna put a ton of effort into it. i modified an early theme to make it my own. reblogging was added as a feature. the logo changed. my username was first “helloadam” and then “jkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjk” to throw off my mom (seriously but also i’m kidding).
i started making friends with other people in those early days and am still friends with some of them today.
all my friends in school made tumblrs. we posted vaguely suggestive GPOYWs and clippings of life and music we liked. i made a lot of “art” and “fake art” and had a million side blogs for real design and joke content and cell phone photos before instagram. @twoseconds and i mostly talked to each other. @dannybrito and i kept our livejournal friendship going. i posted lots of inspiration and moody shit and talked about myself a ton and promoted my college radio show (don’t think i didn’t go back and delete that shit years later).
i “swapped phrases” with @happy2bsad and befriended a bunch of cool gay nerds like @colinquinn and the chicago boys and met the internet IRL at sxsw 2010-2012 and went up to new york on weekends to drink four loko.
my first-ever postcard design in 2009 racked up major “tumblarity” which was a thing. i wanted to get more of what i was doing “for my tumblr” onto paper so i made a zine. i made more postcards. i posted my “sorry i am such an asshole” balloons and people started ordering them. i made my 2012 unsolicited advice planners and people really really liked them. tumblr became my own little world where i was a meme version of myself and got feedback in real time.
i started lurking a cute guy who seemed very smart and cool so i faved all his posts without talking to him. i got a book deal for my weird mix of dark humor and handwritten aphorisms. my joy division parody shirt went mildly viral and paid my rent in between jobs. that first book, a journal full of internet and tumblr references came out and sort of legitimized whatever my whole deal was. i visited the tumblr offices and got put into the spotlight section, two dreams come true. i made more stuff. i briefly had a job “making internet stuff.” i made a second book. i made a bunch of products. i became a brand. i got engaged to that cute guy. and i’m still posting scraps of ideas and life and music and my personal growth into an adult person.
kinda weird but what is it like cuddling the 2p allies? like how does it feel to be cuddled by them, how do they smell, etc.... thank you
We actually put a lot of work into this ask, and major thanks to Admin Sarah for help with the smell part. She did the wording and everything to bring the scents to life! -Admins Jay and Sarah
2P France: Smell: His clothes would have a heavy smell of cigarette smoke mixed in with cheap alcohol, though on his collarbone, there would be a heavy musk from where he’d spray his expensive cologne. Cuddles: Arm lazily over them, on his back, not moving them on to his chest, but allowing the option to them if they choose it. Though the invitation would only last until he woke up, once he is awake the night is over and he would ask them to leave most likely.
2p America: Smell: A deep musk-like cologne that after hours of wear became light, yet is still a hint spicy. Like a city night after a rain… Cuddles: Allen would hold them tightly against his chest but be on his side so they had their back against his chest, or their face tucked under his chin. He would want every inch of them touching. His arms would be holding them close, so they couldn’t leave while he was asleep…
you not liking him at the beginning because he is known as a fuckboy
also not liking him because he behaves like an asshole
him catcalling you “y/n lookin good today, you would look even better on my side babe”
you ignoring him and shaking your head asking yourself who the fuck pooped him in his head
since you have a job in the hospital corridor you never really get to see quidditch games because you mostly prepare the rooms for the players that will be in accidents
because there wasn´t one quidditch where no one got hurt
you actually got to know him when he broke his arm and hurt his head during a quidditch game
he was knocked out or ten hours and you should change the bandage when he suddenly woke up looking straight into your eyes
“oh good, blaise you are awake. Do you remember what happened?” yo asked
he smiled and answered “ of course, some idiot pushed me from my broomstick”
i nooded and continued doing what I stopped doing
“ So you are a sexy nurse huh “ he said with a dirty smile, I sighed and wanted to leave the room but he stopped me by saying sorry
“i´m sorry y/n, stay please” he wispered and I could see pain in his eyes
ever since his accident, he never catcalled you again, but he still kept his fuckboy attitude
you kind of became friends and always met at the big window in the empiest corridor
you developed feelings for Blaise because is fuckboy attitude mixed with his nice- and cuteness was something you really liked about him
“Y/N we need to talk about something. I have been lately, actually for a few months, feeling this weird feeling in my stomach whenever I´m near you and when I´m not near you I really want to be next you. First, I thought I was maybe stomach sick, but I discovered that this is the feeling you consider as love. So I´m pretty sure that I am in love you y/n”
after he confesssed his feelings you became a couple
dating him includes a lot of attention, not only from blaise but also from other people
him staring at every boy that looks at look
him demonstrating that you are a couple in public
neck kisses at every time imaginable
a lot of jealousy
“ Blaise, you don´t have to be like that just to show off infront of Draco”
“ Blaise stop harrassing and insulting this first year!!! You are scaring her!!”
Imagine Daryl asking you to keep an eye on Merle, only to end up having sex with him (smut)
(Sorry if it the dialogue seems weird 😣I really tried my best for this smut XD Yay Merle! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :D I mixed in two request in one :3 One where reader takes control over Merle and one where you have to look over him and it leads to sexy time 😏lol Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)
After Rick came back with Glenn and Maggie, he had told you that Daryl had found his brother, Merle and that they both left together.
It broke your heart a little to hear that your good friend had just left but at the same time you were glad he found his brother.
Since you had met all of them, you knew how dear the brothers were to one another. They had a strange way of showing it but nonetheless it was a rather strong bond.
With that in mind, you had convinced yourself you were fine with Daryl leaving the group.
However the day, they both came back, you instantly got up from your seat and jump to hug Daryl tightly.
You were nearly in tears to see him and couldn’t contain your excitement. You were squirming all in his arms and as Merle stood just near, he had to notice you.
He thanked the hot weather to make you have no choice but to wear a tank top and shorts that showcase all of your great assets.
He stared at you for a long while before chuckling. In his raspy loud voice, he then let you know of his presence.
“Honey! Where’s my hug?! Did you forget about me? Or something?!”
You turned to look over at him and noticed his big smile. His arms were wide open to you and as you stared at him, he started to pucker his lips, making kissing sounds in between.
You eyed him in a judging matter and simply shook your head at him. You approached him slowly only to turn around and leave him hanging, saying “I have other things to do than having to care for you, Merle…Just hug yourself and pretend it’s me!”
You grabbed Daryl by the arm and brought him along to go back at what you were working on.
As you walked away from him, he laughed at your comment and his eyes had lowered down from your neck to your hips swaying.
It had only been a couple of months since he had seen you but you seemed to have grown up so much, he could barely recognize you.
He wanted to follow you but was suddenly pulled away by Rick to show him his cell
A few days, had pass since Merle’s arrival and although the group had been divided, you tried your best to help resolve everything.
From the way you would handle things, it seemed as if you were the only one that Merle would listen and instantly stop talking.
Daryl had notice your ability and knew that he’ll have a good use for it once the time would come.
Fast enough, it came real soon. The group had a major argument with Merle about going on a supply run and you had to stop everything.
You pulled him away and excused yourself for him and escorted him back to his cell. He was boiling in anger and as you sat him down, you rubbed his shoulders and told him to breath and calm down.
Daryl had followed you from behind and finally here was his opportunity. He approached you carefully and pulled you away for a moment.
He stood by the door and looking over at Merle and back at you, he talked to you in a lower tone.
“Look I know this is the wrong timing and all but…We still need to go out there…and check on The Governor and all…We just don’t need him going on another rampage…So I just need you to keep an eye on him for a while…You think you can do that? Please?”
As you listened to him, you raised your eyebrow up and just didn’t knew what to answer. He was practically begging you with his eyes and although you felt like rejecting him, you couldn’t.
You simply smiled and awkwardly nodded in agreement to him.
“Sure…Why not? I got him out of there might as well just keep him company in here, right?”
He gave you a nod and squeezed your hand as a thanks.
“Thanks Y/N…I promise we’ll be back soon…”
He walked away from you and you sighed at the thought of being left alone with Merle. You didn’t knew how long it was really going to be. It could be an hour, half the day or even worst until later that evening.
If it were the other way around, it wouldn’t have bothered you but this is Merle. He was going to give you a hard time of being stubborn and just talking about how damn horny he is.
Despite being angry, you knew he was going to make some remarks about you and all just to try and get you to all hot and bothered.
You couldn’t deny his words had some effect on you, making you smirk to yourself and slightly feeling a tingling sensation down your spine.
As you thought about it, Merle stared at you from behind and slowly felt his anger changing into a different feeling.
He needed some sort of relief and just let it all go before he could calm himself down. He wanted you. Right there, right now.
However, he had a feeling you wouldn’t accept so easily so he had to ease you to him.
Exhaling, he stomped his prosthetic arm on the bed loudly enough for you to hear. As expected, you turned to him.
He looked at you from head to toe and the words from his plan had seem to go all away. He just wanted to pound into you and couldn’t think of anything proper to say to get you to him.
“Get over here…”
In a rough and demanding tone, it was all that he could manage. He found himself motioning you by his finger to get closer and his eyes staring at you hungrily.
For a strange reason, you felt your heart thumping harder in your chest and your breathing being shallower. You didn’t like being ordered around but the way his eyes looked at you made you move forward to him.
“That’s right, honey…Come closer to daddy…”
As you approached, your foot finally touched his slightly and instantly he felt the need to grab you.
He hooked his handless arm around your waist and tried to pull you down to him. His hand slithered all over you and suddenly slid under your shirt.
Lifting it slightly, he buried his face into your stomach to feel you, kissing, sucking and nipping along your skin. In a hushed but gruff tone he mumbled in between the care he was giving you.
“Let’s get rid of your clothes babydoll…”
His hand sliding around to grope your ass, approaching you closer to him, while he marked your stomach, only served you to make you warmer and wetter.
You wanted him as well at the moment, but not his way. You thought that if you were going to keep an eye on him for the day, might as well make it be about you rather than him.
You then showed him your resistance by backing away and pushing him by his shoulder towards the bed.
“I ain’t your bitch Dixon…You take off your clothes…”
He was surprised to hear you order him so eagerly. To see you stand there and look at him the way he had been looking at you, made him feel so wanted for once and he liked it.
He was getting harder by the seconds just thinking about it and without hesitation, he reached down to unbuckle his belt.
He was struggling though, he was fumbling with it and couldn’t get it off right. It ticked him off and his frustration showed.
You smirked and crossed your arms at the sight. Casually, you asked him, “You need help?”
He looked back at you and nodded in embarrassment.
You shrugged and shook your head at him.
“If you want it…Beg for it…”
You don’t know what went through your mind in that instant but you just wanted to make him feel vulnerable and submitted for once. You wanted to let him know that you weren’t going to have it his way.
He hated begging for anything but your eyes looking down at him and your voice resonating in such a demanding manner yet so sweet, made him do what he had never expected to do.
“Please…please help me out of my clothes…Y/N…”
He didn’t forget your name, he knew a simple mention of it was going to make you feel powerful and in control of the situation, at least that’s what he felt when women would say his name in bed.
You approached him and sitting down next to him as he laid there, you reached to unbuckle him. Your hand had brushed against his hard cock so many times, he was squirming beneath you to get you to notice him.
As his pants came off, his arousal was painfully aching for any kind of release. He started to touch himself but he just didn’t feel like it was enough.
“Come on, baby…do something about this…”
You smirked, enjoying the role of having dominance over him and quickly got rid of your clothes.
He had wanted to grab you in that instant to make you climb on top of him but instead you pushed him back and did so yourself.
Straddling him under you, you grind yourself to him and inched your hand behind you to get closer to his shaft.
You gripped him, making him groan and buck his hips forward. Feeling more playful, you grinned and started to slowly stroke him.
“What did you say? I didn’t hear you clearly, Merle…What is it that you want from me?
He felt like losing his mind from your touch and your wetness slowly spreading all over his stomach and waist and couldn’t form proper words.
You tortured him by adding some twists to your wrist and tugging him ever so lightly. You rubbed yourself against him and your ass could be felt painfully grazing on his cock.
“I asked you what did you say, Merle…Care to repeat yourself?”
Only moans and groans could escape his lips, as his eyes closed tight shut to feel you even more. You knew he wouldn’t be able to answer you for a while and you thought; Good, he’ll keep his mouth shut for a once.
Jaws clenched and hand firmly gripping you thigh, he felt the tension get worse with each touch and for once he knew what it felt to be at the mercy and submitted in bed and he loved it.
You were bringing him near orgasm but each time you’d go on, it only served to make him feel even more in ecstasy.
No words could come out but slowly, he felt like you might want him to return the favor. He slid his hand all over your thigh and finally arrived at your wet folds.
With as much control as he could, he started to rub and graze your clit with his thumb. It made you whimper and slowly you started to loosen your hold on him.
You threw your head back at the feeling and just as him, moans were coming out of your mouth. He got himself up to you and wrapped his arms around your to feel your body even closer. He pressed his lips to yours and quickly delved his tongue.
His hand gripped your hair and made you respond back to him. You enjoyed the feeling of his rough lips on yours, however, slowly you realize you were losing control.
You couldn’t accept that. There was no way he was going to have his way with you, especially not after what had just happened.
You pushed him back and as he fell down on the bed, you slid down his cock and inserted him inside you with no warning.
He let out a few curses at the sudden tightness and warmth, and couldn’t believe he was truly being handled in such a demanding manner.
You chuckled and kept on torturing him by moving your hips slowly. He tried to make you ride him faster by conducting your hips with his hand but you didn’t let him.
You grabbed his wrist and pinned it above his head and smiled mischievously. You dipped down to kiss his lips very quickly and couldn’t help but find him adorable once under control.
“You forgot…That we’re doing this my way…didn’t you…”
“Please…Just a little bit faster…I-I can’t take it anymore…Y/N…I-I need you…to…to make me come…Fuck!”
You gradually moved your hips more to his favored rhythm but maintained him under your grip. You had, had enough of his annoying behavior and just had to get something of your chest.
“Then promise me…you’ll stop…you’ll stop…getting into fights…with the others…Do that, beg for it and i’ll let you come…”
He didn’t care at this point what he had to promise, he just needed for you to ride him hard. He nodded eagerly and managed to open his eyes a few instant to look you back in the eyes.
“I-I promise! I won’t! Now, please! Y/N! Make me come!”
At his words and struggle, you went harder at him just as he wanted. He bucked his hips to yours and you felt the pressure coming up to you as well.
You both cursed at the feeling of one another and before he could release inside you, you removed yourself.
It surprised him but as he sat up, he understood what you were doing. You gripped him back again and stroked him until his seed spread all over your hand.
At the sense of relief, he instantly fell back on the bed and was out of breath. He couldn’t believe how he was completely at your mercy and how he let himself being controlled that way.
He chuckled at it and as he looked at you, you had started to rub yourself to get yourself near the edge as well.
With as much strength he could muster up, he then got closer and removed your hand. He brought your fingers up to his lips and instantly sucked on them, enjoying the sweet taste.
He chuckled seeing your surprised reaction and simply winked at you.
“How about I pay you back for all of this…I think we still have time…”
You smirked and slowly nodded before looking down between your legs and back at him.
Summary :College AU. John isn’t feeling well, and he can’t help but fantasize about his roommate as he waits for his sickness to pass
nauseating pain, throbbed through John’s head, as he laid in bed. The
soft sheets clung to his perspiring body, leaving him feeling trapped,
but with no motivation to get up, it wasn’t an issue. His dark lashes
brushed his cheeks as he struggled to keep his eyes open. His lids were
heavy, but the pounding in his head, and churn in his stomach
relentlessly kept him conscious. Sleep sounded euphoric; he wanted
nothing more than to drift off and hide from reality. But it felt
John couldn’t remember the last time he was sick. He
thought it must have been years ago, when he was still living at home.
But now, he’d have to endure it himself. His head lolled to the side, as
he panted lightly, breathing through his mouth.
Could you do Thalia/Reyna headcannons where they kiss for the first time and Thalia mutters "I love you Luke" and Reyna just gets so mad
Sure! I wasn’t really 100% sure what to do for this, so I’m sorry if these aren’t great or what you were thinking of. (Also somehow this turned into weird angst over Luke’s death and Thalia being sad???)
Reyna and Thalia weren’t exactly sure how it happened, all they know is they found themselves lip-locked under a tree one afternoon.
They had never kissed or shown any hints of romantic attraction to each other, so there were a lot of mixed feelings.
Reyna was excited. She had never kissed anyone, especially not someone who might actually think of her as more than a friend.
Thalia, on the other hand, was more conflicted. She knew she was bi, she had for quite some time, but the last person she had feelings for was Luke, and that hadn’t ended well.
Luke wormed his way into Thalia’s train of thought, and suddenly she was no longer kissing Reyna, she was kissing Luke.
They pulled apart for a moment to catch their breaths, and without realizing it, Thalia whispered Luke’s name.
Reyna, with ears sharpened by years of training and battle, heard her, and anger exploded inside her. Of course Thalia didn’t care for her, it was silly of her to get her hopes up. Of course she had someone else she loved, just like everyone else Reyna had every admired. Of course, of course, of course!
Reyna shouted at Thalia, and stormed off. Tears burned in her eyes as she made her way back to the barracks.
Thalia stood there, her mind spinning. She wasn’t sure whether or not she should go chasing after her, or simply leave and never speak of the kiss again. After all, did she even really care for Reyna?