This is soooooo good!!!! I loved all of it!
Word Count: 4.5K+
Author’s Note: Ok, so, just a heads up! I was going to write a scene in this chapter using Perfect Harmony for Luke and Y/N but I just couldn’t, it’s Juke’s song. So, instead popped in a lil bit of Hallelujah, the Jeff Buckley one though. He sings it better. In case anyone has not been properly educated, listen to it here.
Again, let me know if you want on the tag list, this might be my favourite part of the story… So thank you for reading my nonsense.
Warning: Nada.
Part One here, Part Two here, and my masterlist here…. If you wanna catch up or find out more.
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Whatever that boy did or said, remember this: love is weakness, and I don’t tolerate the weak.
The words floated around Y/N’s head all morning, and forced her to do anything, anything at all, to forget about Luke. She went about her daily tasks as usual after recovering from Caleb’s outburst: she made sure to clean up the rest of the glass and finish polishing tumblers for that evening, she buffed tables and prepared candle holders, she vacuumed and polished and dusted whatever she could reach.
She had to make up for her indiscretion, after all.
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Another beautiful chapter
Summary: Reader has joined Douxie on the quest for Nari’s safety. He’ll need company won’t he? part 3- campfire songspell
Warnings: swearing, whole fish-eating, mention of blood, i’ve stopped proofreading shit
Word Count: 3678
a/n: don’t worry there’s no more haunted stuff after this. or missouri. Y/n doesn’t smoke she just feels the need to have a way to set fire to things on her person at all times. a pyromaniac, if you will. also they have been roommates this entire time i just forgot to mention it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Archie was not happy. He couldn’t believe that Douxie would just ditch him like this. It wasn’t like him. Watch the boat, Archie. We’ll be right back, Archie. That was seven hours ago. A rainstorm had come and gone even. He thought for sure that at least Y/n or Nari would have reminded the other two about his situation. But, no, here he was, soaked to the bone and still alone. In Missouri. In misery. As mad as he was though, he was equal parts worried. It wasn’t like Douxie to just forget about him. Something was wrong.
When he finally caught sight of the rest of the party returning to the ship, Arch breathed a sigh of relief. And then got ready to breath fire. Which he quickly put out, after seeing the looks on the kids’ faces once they got close enough. So something was wrong. They looked as if they’d seen a ghost.
“Are you three alright? What happened?”
“Nothing we didn’t survive. Look, we got the tent.” Douxie held up the box to show Archie. He just flicked his tail in response. “It’s already dark, so we’ll tell you all about it while we set up camp. Alright, Arch?”
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Reblog art guys. Seriously.
This is amazing!!!!
i used to watch julie e os fantamas (brazilian/original version) in high school with my friends 10 years ago. now i’m watching it again and talking to same friends about it. i love the new version and willex was by far one of the best new things in it!
This is so cute
Summary: Din is hurting, don’t look at him. No REALLY, DON’T LOOK AT HIM.
Genre: Angst / fluff + hurt / comfort.
Author’s note: This takes place after the events of Chapter 15, therefore SPOILERS if you keep reading!
Of course, I don’t know what will ACTUALLY happens in the rest of the series, but in this version, Din + Reader + Grogu are safe on a spaceship after Those Events Happened in Ch14, and after THAT happened on Moskar in Ch15 (reader was present on Moskar). Din is dealing with some trauma following That Event.
I wrote this in one go in a tired yet enthusiastic frenzy after watching. I didn’t want to spend ages on it… but I hope that it’s coherent and that you like it!
Warnings: nightmares, angst but it turns out okay. Final warning: spoilers for S2 esp. chapter 14 and 15. Meant to be GN but not sure if the Mando’a confuses that. Pls forgive.
GIF: a non-chapter-specific adorable GIF so that I’m not spewing spoilers onto my dash. By @calsblueponcho
You hear him stir again. For the third night in a row.
You hear his groans start to build from within the cot opposite you - the sound wrung from his chest and strangled in his throat. You hear him thrashing, limbs and elbows and whatever part of him clunking against the walls of the narrow sleep space, the sounds tinny from within his metal box; like usual.
Metal between you and him.
Finally, you hear the shush of the door as he clambers out of bed, and you hear ragged breaths sawing in and out of him. You hear the weight of his blankets pool on to the floor as he throws them off with a grunt, and his bare feet making contact with the metal floor.
Now, his sounds are not tinny. They are organic. There are no layers of metal between you any longer. Now, only the darkness separates you from him. Only the darkness separates him from the knowledge you hold; that he is afraid.
You hold still. You stay quiet, as Din completes his now nightly ritual - as if the man needed any more rituals. Your heart breaks for him.
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This is amazing! You wrote the emotions soooo well!! I'm so excited to read the next one, please keep me in the taglist.
Show: JaTP
Pairing: ghost!Luke Patterson x Molinaxreader; Julie Molina x cousin!reader
Summary: After playing the Orpheum and being saved by Julie from Caleb’s curse, Luke looks for Y/n, determined to tell her how he feels, but he wasn’t expecting to find her in a hospital bed, fighting for her life.
Words: 3,7k
Warnings: mentions of car accident; drunk driving (please, never drive while intoxicated); blood
Author’s notes: Y/n is Julie’s cousin, on her father’s side. She can see the boys, like Julie, but due to unfortunate events, Y/n doesn’t know she can now touch the boys as well. Also, I used the song Heart Like Yours from the If I Stay movie. This imagine is also inspired from the movie. Also, I may or may not have planned a second part for this imagine.
Los Angeles, 2020
The day after playing the Orpheum was anything but what Luke expected. He wanted to celebrate with Julie, Alex and Reggie, but most importantly, he wanted Y/n to be here. Except she wasn’t, and he had been looking for her all morning until Julie eventually came to the studio with the bad news.
Y/n had gotten in an accident on her way back home from the Orpheum after Julie and the Phantoms’ performance. Her car had been hit by a drunk driver speeding down the opposite lane, his vehicle diverting onto Y/n’s lane before the collision. It had sent Y/n flying in the driver’s seat, hitting her head badly against the dashboard whilst the windshield shattered when her car rolled over on the hood, sending shards of glass everywhere.
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THIS IS SO GOOD!!!
Plot: You have to hurt your boi or hurt your boi, and it’s halloween
Word Count: 6,437
Warnings: Torture, reader is forced to kiss someone
A/N: Ok, so i wrote most of this late at night, and most of it is rushed because i wanted to get it out on halloween, but whatever. take this thing i made, i hope you enjoy
Tag List: @furblrwurblr @einahpetsyarcip @sorrels-scribbling @anxious-stitcher @alive-and-afraid @animedweeb333 @douxiesdamsel @saroski05
T’was a long time ago, longer now than it seems, because quarantine likes to fuck up everyone’s time management. It wasn’t actually that long ago if I’m being honest.
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Yay!!!👏👏this is so good!!!
"should I just assume you’re trying to give your past self head trauma?" Is a great line!! I love!
Plot: You’ve known Hisirdoux Casperan for almost a thousand years. You’ve hated him for almost a thousand years. And for almost a thousand years, you’ve been cursed to feel each others pain. But somewhere in that time, things changed. [Hisirdoux Casperan x Mostly Gender Neutral but Probably Female Presenting Based on How Historical Men Treat Them!Reader]
Word Count: 2,975
Warnings: (Y/N) is traumatized, but you knew that already
A/N: IT’S B A C K, SHE’S HOME
Taglist: @furblrwurblr @rainningdoom @fluffydmonkey @blondie0458 @sitherin-mxschief @jinxedleo @lawlesshedgehog @einahpetsyarcip @dolphincommander @sorrels-scribbling @anxious-stitcher @alive-and-afraid @animedweeb333 @douxiesdamsel @saroski05 @justarandomhoman
You were very pleased to finally get a nap.
It took a few minutes of answering questions, and by the end of it you’d basically told Claire and Steve every secret you’d ever had, but it was worth it. You’d answer all of their questions and a million more if it meant you got to take another nap in the corner of Douxie’s room.
Waking up to general panic, however, was not as good.
“Morgana’s alive and coming for us!”
You sat up just in time to see Morgana’s hand reach through a shadow portal, only for Claire to shut the thing before any real damage could be done.
“Well… that’s not good,”
“Douxie, what do we do?”
Your wizard turned to face you, then Claire, then the empty space where the portal had been.
“Merlin?”
You nodded, “Yeah, Merlin,”
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If you’re taking requests could you draw Obi-wan getting a hug? Or multiple? That man desperately needs hugs!
summary: (part 1) or (part 5) <- reader joins douxie on his quest to protect nari. he’ll need company wont he. (part 6) do you like waffles? also appalachia and nj trollmarket fun.
warnings: swearing, fem! reader, maybe an alcohol mention, proof reading is for squares yo
word count: 3875
a/n: i’m sorry to anyone from PA but wtf. i also have no idea why this turned out the way it did. bon apetit.
no gif im trying to test something
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Y/n looked over at Douxie. The blue of his hair was starting to fade into a duller hue. While not as bright and bold as his personality, it was still very nice to look at. This muted blue was softer, almost comforting in a way. Y/n found herself running her fingers through it. It wasn’t just the color that was soft. Like feathers in her hand, she gently caressed the strands. The duller color made him look tired, older, and the permanent bags under his eyes didn’t help. She placed her hand on his face and ran her thumb over a said eye bag. He gave her a very subdued smile in return. His sunken eyes were so beautiful. Her favorite color. Or colors, one should say. They were like an earth toned opal. Y/n’s hand drifted down his face. She used her thumb to explore his cheekbones, tracing constellations in his freckles, and finally settled on his mouth, tracing his cupid’s bow. Douxie couldn’t help but break the stoic face he was trying to hold.
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I write Imagines, please check 'em out @writings-of-a-daphodil But here I just reblog stuff
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