#I think about got crabs at least once a day

[vulpixisananimal]

(. . .)

(They. . . They weren't nightmares.)

(You figured that much out a loooong time ago.)

(They were too real, too consistent, and stuck in your crabbing head. Once you had a nightmare, you could remember ever detail.)

(Every word, every step, every smell, every, every. . .)

(You shakily count your ribs, one, two. . . Not broken. They're still there. You're ok, you're ok, you're ok Boniface. It, i-it didn't happen, even, even if, it, it felt-)

(You curl up into a ball.)

(Even if you felt bones snap, your body break, crushed, squeezed untill-)

(You woke up.)

(That must have been when 'Frin whent back, right? A-at, at least they did, after you, after you. . .)

(You roll onto your side.)

(Don't cry, don't cry don't cry don't cry. You, you can't make a scene, your sister is sleeping right there, and if she knows your awake, she'll ask questions, then be worried, then, t-then. . .)

(You couldn't let them know.)

(None of em, you knew it was dumb, stupid. But, that was the rule wasn't it? "It's a secret between you and the Universe." So you can't tell anyone! Ever! Stupid crabbing wish, you didn't even know if they found out, would you loose it? This weird crabbing trick!!)

("Don't wish for something big" you just wanted to help.)

(You really try not to cry.)

('Frin told you about the, the time loop? Yeah that. A-and, about their home, and their memory. You hated it!! That was their home!! Their family!! YOU were their family now too!! That's, that's just unfair!!)

(You never wanted 'Frin to go through that again, being alone, being forgotten. You wished you wouldn't forget them, forget your time with them.)

(A-and now, now you could remember. First, it was deja vu, then, it was nightmares, then the nightmares started sticking. Then, it was Jouvente. 'Frin looped again, and you could remember it. You burnt the food, and 'Frin noticed. You can't burn it!! You gotta keep it the same way, ever, time!!!)

(Stupid. You're stupid stupid stupid so CRABBING STUPID!!!)

(Stupid. . .)

(You close your eyes.)

(You gotta go back to sleep. You gotta act natural. Like 'Frin did. It was, it was kinda amazing to see how well he was at acting. Scary, really. You should be more like 'Frin.)

(Hehe, you kinda were. You're like a secret agent, or, or a uh. . . Masked hero? No that's lame. You're so much cooler. You got superpowers now! You remembered when Ramos first grabbed you, you felt a tingling in your head but nothing happened! Then again, when 'Frin reset the day, then again when Ramos showed up and-)

(DON'T THINK ABOUT IT!!!)

(Think about something else, uh, breakfast!! YEAH!!! What would you make for breakfast!! Just, just don't think about what happened that loop!! C-cause, cause, it's, it's kinda like if you mix baking soda and vinegar!! Y-yeah!! If, if you mix two things, two uh, wishes? A-and, and they mix wrong, t-then, then.)

(You'd, you'd be stuck, being forced, to try and remember something you CAN'T remember. I-it, it hurt, it hurt a lot.)

(You're so, so stupid.)

(You breathe in, and out.)

(Go back to sleep. You'll be ok. You gotta brave another nightmare. O-or, maybe this one won't be so bad. You had to brave it, 'cause, 'cause with all this mind crab going around, if you're immune, t-then that'll be a big help!!)

(. . . If. . . If you get a nightmare like that again, you're telling. You, you couldn't live that again. . .)

(. . . Oh, that's why 'Frin never looked 'Nille in the eye.)

(You cry, just a little.)

(Stupid.)

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[wave2tyun]

meddle about | ☆

pairing: idol!yeonjun x idol!reader

genre: idol!au, best friends to lovers, some fluff but also a bit suggestive (?) towards the end

prompts: – “you’re blushing”

– “i can feel how fast your heart is beating right now”

warnings: none!

word count: 1.8k

a/n: the inspiration for this came from a wonho photoshoot behind the scenes clip that i randomly saw on ig reels........😟 i hope there aren't any mistakes left in this because i've been lazy and going only by trust when i repost fics asdbhja

☆ = repost from my old blog!!

you and yeonjun didn’t exactly meet…under the greatest circumstances.

as txt’s fame was continuously on the rise, there was no way you had never heard of yeonjun, or the name tomorrow x together. however, it was only when you had your comeback stage at inkigayo that you finally got to see yeonjun in real life, and not just on a screen.

you expected things to go smoothly. yeonjun was going to just take your interview, and then you were going to simply perform with your group on stage, as usual.  

realistically speaking, that was supposed to be it- nothing more than a polite, professional interaction, he was the mc after all. you didn’t even think you’d cross paths with him throughout the day again. but the lunch break had something -quite staggering- in store for you:

the inkigayo sandwich. those words still make you shudder.

as an idol, you had to have one, at least once. it was the talk of town after all, even though the combination of egg, crab and strawberry jam- all squished together between 3 pieces of white bread- didn’t exactly sound appealing to you.

you gulped as you looked at the piece of food in your hands; the smell wasn’t that appetizing either, and you wondered how it was possible for them to have such high sales for a shitty product.

you didn’t want to do it, but the thought of wasting your money without at least having a bite was haunting you. you closed your eyes, anticipating the worst outcome imaginable as the sandwich came closer and closer towards your mouth.

“hey- at least remove that paper before you start eating” one of your members said, making you frown. paper? what paper? the ingredients of the sandwich were already weird enough, what did they add that paper for?

confused, you opened your eyes again, a small note had been carefully placed somewhere between the plastic wrapper and the bread. grossed out, you removed it, moving towards the trash can to throw it away, only to get a glance of a phone number written on the back of it, making you stop in your tracks.

‘call me ;) - choi yeonjun’

now, you see- you only knew that the inkigayo sandwich was famous, you didn’t know why it was famous. 

you angrily searched for choi yeonjun around the cafeteria, shoving the sandwich towards his chest once you found him “what the fuck is this?” you hissed appaled by his actions. not sparing him a single moment to respond, you instantly got into a rant about how you were ‘put in danger’ by him for placing something (almost) inedible in your lunch.

he stared at you with big eyes and raised eyebrows, panicking that you’d blow this out of proportion even more if he excused himself before you were done blowing off some steam. he knew very well not to argue with a sleep deprived person who was also hungry.

“that actually wasn’t meant for you…” he muttered in the end, biting his cheek.

“oh.”

on the way back to the dorms, you swore you’d never step foot back into inkigayo ever again, or at least not until yeonjun stepped down from his position as an mc.

despite the seemingly traumatic event, you still kept the piece of paper containing his number, jam stain and all. you fiddled it around your fingers as you rolled around in bed, unable to fall asleep. it was way past midnight, and the remorse you felt for not having apologised to yeonjun was keeping you wide awake. you had been too embarrassed to utter any more words after hearing his reply and used the first opportunity -which was a member calling out for you- to leave the room. 

the guilt was eating you up, and, in the end, you decided it was best to at least say sorry to him through text. and so you did- not exactly expecting much besides getting blocked by him. 

turns out yeonjun found the situation more amusing rather than infuriating. he accepted your apology with ease, and you promised that you’d buy him lunch the next time you visit inkigayo, as emotional compensation.

yeonjun, however, lied to you that day. the phone number in the sandwich was, in fact, meant for you. he heard from his seniors that ‘back in the day’, this was a particularly popular method to start dating between idols. when it was announced that you’d perform on the day he was mc-ing, he found his chance, took it, then pretty much failed miserably. his attempt at getting to know you better was somewhat saved by your apology text. after the whole ordeal, he decided that it was better to take it step by step and develop his friendship with you before dipping his toes into the dating scheme once again.

bit by bit- yeonjun began to reveal his flirty nature. first, he started bringing food and drinks to your company whenever you told him you had to stay up late, practicing overnight. then, he made sure to always compliment how you looked in music videos or album teasers, sometimes even sending coffee trucks to the filming sites to support you. finally, he started bringing you flowers whenever you were done with comeback stages. the change in his attitude was making you question the status of your relationship. still, knowing how risky this all was, you decided it was foolish to jump to any conclusions- although a part of your heart did cling tightly onto the hope that he did this because he saw you as something more than a friend.

it was no surprise to the public eye that the two of you were close friends in the industry. so, when elle korea wanted a photoshoot between a pair with good chemistry, yeonjun ran to his managers, begging to convince some of the higher-ups to recommend the two of you. not a single soul in the company was able to resist him, so he successfully scored the spot. however, you were only informed that you received an offer for the photoshoot, not that yeonjun had been involved in this whole ordeal.

the concept was not quite what you were expecting.

when you heard the words “a pair with good chemistry” you were expecting a fun, bubbly photoshoot, something colorful maybe- not a sensual, romantic theme. you choked on your spit when they showed you the outfit you were supposed to wear, then choked again when you saw yeonjun’s outfit: black pants and a blue satin button-up shirt that had more than 3 buttons left open, exposing the skin of his chest. 

and -as if the revealing clothes weren’t enough- there was one more detail left that would supposedly “tie this all together”: a kiss mark. on yeonjun’s neck. 

the staff handed you a tube of red lipstick, shoving you and yeonjun in a private dressing room before you could even process the situation.

you stole a look at yeonjun, who pursed his lips, trying to contain his laugh as he made eye contact with you.

“did you know about this?” you asked him with a serious face, pointing the lipstick towards him. why were you the only one baffled here?

yeonjun couldn’t help but let out tiny squeaks as he struggled calm down, your shocked, accusatory expression all too entertaining for him “no” he snickered “why? are you nervous? think you can’t do it?” he crossed his arms.

the attitude with which he said that only earned him a scoff from you “of course i can do it” you said as you walked towards the mirror. once you were in front of it though, you were suddenly way more aware of how sweaty your palms were getting, hands trembling a bit as you put the lipstick on.

yeonjun was never one to shy away from physical touch. you were used to receiving hugs from him, sometimes even having him hold onto your hand or arm, swinging them playfully whenever you walked together. but this? this felt…different. 

intimate. 

it was like a possible breach within your friendship. and while you weren’t exactly nervous about the situation itself, you were definitely afraid about what was going to happen between the two of you after.

yeonjun was already behind you once you finished putting on the makeup and turned around. the playful smirk he’s had ever since you both entered the room never left his face. he lightly quirked up an eyebrow, provoking you to make the move- curious to see if your earlier statement was the truth or whether they were just empty words. unsure what to do with your hands, your fingers didn’t let go of the lipstick tube, playing with it in a restless manner as you inched closer towards yeonjun’s neck. the citrus fragrance of his perfume still lingered on the skin, and you closed your eyes as you left a quick kiss there, the touch too light to leave a mark visible enough. 

“you’re blushing” yeonjun chuckled, tilting his head as he looked in the mirror behind you, clicking his tongue “that’s not right…” he muttered. his gaze was fixated on your face for a few seconds, admiring the pink dusting your cheeks. then, they trailed off to your hands, snatching the item to cover his own lips in that same crimson color. “this is how you do it” he whispered, dipping his head down, arms sneaking around your waist simultaneously. warm breath on your neck, chest flushed against yours, yeonjun could feel your racing pulse underneath his lips as he pressed a long kiss on the hot skin. the chilling sensation running down your spine had your hands unconsciously reaching out for his forearms, holding onto them to keep yourself steady and not slip away from his grasp. 

“i can feel how fast your heart is beating right now” he breathed out, fingers tracing lines along the small of your back. seeing that you weren’t pushing him away, his face didn’t leave its close spot to your body. instead- his lips travelled along the skin, pressing featherly kisses along the way- nibbling, lightly biting, the red marks blooming being hidden away by the lipstick covering them.

the mirrors, the vanity lights, even the photoshoot itself, they were all turning into a hazy memory as you were becoming more and more enthralled by him. completely absorbed by his touch on your body, you felt like you wouldn’t be able to breathe properly again until he carried on with the next step. “jun-” the sound of the nickname was enough to send an electrifying jolt throughout his heart. his own breathing was irregular as he stopped, distancing himself a bit from your neck to lift his head up, plush lips and smudged lipstick coming into sight. 

“we’re not leaving this room until you kiss me on the lips”

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[wwouldvecouldveshouldve]

warmth

what makes their heart warm?

[ ft. verlaine, dazai, atsushi, and kyoka. can be interpreted as platonic or romantic (kyoka is strictly platonic!) ]

Dazai isn't someone who easily trusts people, that's for sure. The only way to get to his heart is consistency and being genuine.

It starts with noticing how he doesn't eat much, and you heard him mention how he likes canned crab. So you got him just that one day, and left it on his desk. He'd figure out who it's from easily, I mean, it's Dazai we're talking about. When he needs something, you'll be there. You respond to texts and calls on time, and get him thoughtful things from time to time. Not to say that you aren't firm with him. He's gotta do his work, he's gotta fill his share. Over time, you'll get to him- without a doubt. It'll take an ungodly amount of patience to get through with everything, but so long as you're both together in the end, that's okay.

Atsushi is precious, but that's obvious! Little things from the people he cares about make him so, so happy. You helped him finish some documents? RWIJBSWEWSILDEM. You made him lunch? YOU'RE TOO KIND! Every little thing people do for him makes him feel warm inside. Just knowing people care for him and will take time out of their schedule to do something for him makes him unimaginably happy. Still, sometimes you have to reassure him that he isn't a burden because you did that. You're doing this because you care about him, not because he's being any sort of a burden to you. You want to do that, especially because he isn't a burden at all. (Potentially just makes him cry more but it's happy tears, I swear)

Verlaine is not open to affection at first. Still, patience is a virtue, and you'll stick through it to pry open his heart a little. It starts with spending some time together, getting to know each other from an arm's length. You get to know him at least a little, and you see what you can do from their. He's fascinating, so of course you want to learn more. So you do, and since you know how to keep a promise, he tells you a little more. Next time you come, you think of a gift he'd like. It's a journal, so when you're not there to talk with him, he can at least empty his innermost thoughts onto the page. You dare not read it, it's not yours to read. It's a long time later when he tells you about his so-called lack of humanity. You laugh in the face of his bullshit- he's never been any less than human to you. Since he seemed to like using the diary, you come around more so he can have someone to talk to face-to-face. And so comes a dynasty of trust and late-night confessions.

[ strictly platonic! ]

The moment you heard Kyoka some of Kyoka's likes and dislikes, you knew exactly what to do. Some days a little rabbit plush would appear on her desk when she had a bad day, other times a plate of tofu when she forgot to eat lunch. You would chat with her on missions every once in a while. You looked out for her instead of looking to use her, so she returned the sentiment. She figured out who was doing the gifts so she began to do the same with you, so it was mutually helping each other out through without actually saying a word about who was doing it with the other. You two never even talked about the gifts, even though you two talked all the time with each other. You acted like siblings, which does entail talking about dumb things and doing even dumber competitions, but that's only to get each other's minds off of bad days. Just caring for her when she's vulnerable is heartwarming.

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And that's it for my first post. Sfw requests are open! I love you all and have an amazing day.

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[katz-chow]

my first time requesting im sorry if it sounds really bad or cringe ehehsbbejrr

how do you think Simon would react to someone who has a seashell collection they are v e r y overprotective of and they give him one of the seashells because they trust him???

selling seashells by the seashore? nope!

synopsis: what the ask said! + a bit more because i started to really get into it

warnings: fluff, sfw, gn! reader, established relationship, marriage, a glimpse into simon's private life, soap being soap

a/n: i’m literally on an island rn and i’m pretty sure this seagull is screaming at me so i thought this would be very fitting 😝

Simon definitely has his pockets filled, only with Moroccan sand and shells and rocks and…possibly a starfish? It’s not much, but truly it’s honest work when it comes to him picking up and inspecting every shell or sea cookie there is out here on this damn beach. Soap hollers at him from a few yards away, hand beckoning for him to come over.

“Ain’t this one a big ol' Lad?” Johnny says with his hand on his hip and the other pointing down at a huge mollusk, it’s opal and rainbowed color shone in the blazing sun.

The taller one smiled behind his mask and grunted as his knees popped, reaching down to pick it up. With a knife, he poked and prodded into whatever was in it, which was now just a dead, sandy mess at his feet. “Pretty, then again, anything prettier than your face, Johnny.”

Soap glared at him, “Yeah, at least I have a face.”

Simon missed you terribly. Miles and miles away, he just thinks about how his lovely spouse is on their daily walk down the beach, trading and finding pretty shells to show him once he gets back. You two do this every time he comes home. After a few days of resting (with mostly Simon either shutting off in his own room or hiding his face in the crook of your neck in your shared room), you sit him down on the kitchen table and pull out your beach bag to debrief about the new shells. Each one with a different story attached to it and each one you wanted to share and love.

“I got this one from a fisherman that caught it in his net when he went fishing in the Bahamas!” You showed him a huge, pink and white conch shell that was larger than both your hands combined.

Simon smiled at you and took your prized possession from your hands and inspected the shiny finishing of it. “You weren’t at the Bahamas, Lovie, what did you do to get it?”

“Oh I traded a hermit crab shell for his nephew’s crab.” You said fondly, petting the shell that looked normal sized in his own hands.

Simon pockets the large nautilus shell into his bag somewhere and feels his breast pocket for the small, spiral shell that you’ve gifted him. It was his birthday, the day you saw his toothy grin for the first time.

You had found a beautiful, black, spiral shell the size of a blade. Taking it home, you filed the tip into it was sharp enough to cut through…something, you thought. You don’t know what he exactly would cut, but it’ll come in handy right?

He cried that day when you sheepishly offered him this small gift box, a silver bow resting on the top of it. After you calmed him down and held onto his arm, he opened it and a goofy smile replaced his tears.

“I sharpened it, it’s like a…like uhm a shank?” You said, rather confused actually.

Your husband snorts at your reasoning and picks up the lustrous black shell into his hands. He examines it closely, spinning and turning it in his fingers to make it shine in different angles. With the hard padding of his index finger he grazed the tip of the shell, and sure enough, it was sharp. Simon huffs a laugh to himself thinking about how he could potentially use this as his next melee weapon.

“Do you…like it?” You ask him hesitantly, sitting across from him on the couch. Your own hand fidgeted with each other as you pull and push on your knuckles, making them pop gently.

The large man in front of you looks up at you, eyes a bit wide in confusion. A small gasp is heard from the parting of his lips and he softens his gaze, looking at you fully. He didn’t laugh at you, he laughed at himself. “It’s silly…to be killed with a seashell, hmm?”

Large hands found yours as he abandoned the shell temporarily on the safe coffee table. He kisses your forehead. “Of course I love it, my sea star…best gift ever.”

Simon knew that it wasn’t just a gift from his spouse that day. No that’d be too simple, and his life is anything but. That was a piece of you, your love for him manifesting in such a small, delicate object. To break it, was to break a piece of you…and you would raise hell if he did.

His face settled on a slightly less disgruntled face under his mask as he looked off into the coast. With a pat on the breast pocket of his vest, he pondered to himself, ‘This time, it’ll be different.’ This time he has his own collection to present to you. This time he knows you’ll be even more excited than that time you found a perfectly round sand dollar when he shows you these little treasures. Maybe this time you’ll even scream when he shows you this dried starfish.

But one thing’s for sure, he’ll come home to you after all this. And one day, there’ll be no more war, no more bloodshed, just two old spouses sitting on the beach, the sun rising steadily, and a wall of shells from coasts all around the world.

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[radiohead-spiderman]

My Golden Trio Headcanons (some modern some not)

Harry:

Oddly good at beer pong.

One time caught the snitch in his mouth and almost died.

Is REALLY good at cooking(less headcanon and more actually canon)

Loves the rain, absolutely hates thunder.

Had American southern tea ONCE and never looked at Earl Grey the same way again (Hermione gets upset about it every time they get tea together)

Soap opera lover(he watches them with Ron)

Is really good at drawing birds specifically.

He’s good at pottery but can only make bowls and plates.

SPIDER-MAN FAN

Ron:

Chess lover, both magic AND muggle(that’s canon but I’m including it anyways)

When Harry tried American sweet tea for the first time, Ron got to try fried butter for the first time too, he promptly inhaled it.

He hates crabs.

He often has stare offs with Crookshanks which either end with Ron getting mauled, or Crookshanks getting locked out of the room.

Is a DIEHARD Beastie Boys fan, Hermione introduced him to them and he hasn’t looked back since.

His favorite color is the exact shade of brown that Hermione’s eyes are :)

Soap opera lover(he watches them with Harry)

Wears bright neon crocs, has worn them on dates with Hermione before, will wear them on dates with Hermione again.

Got a buzz cut one time and Hermione screamed in pure unbridled terror when she saw it(she did not speak for him for a week, he had to magically grow it back)

Bad at pottery but loves playing with the clay.

DEADPOOL FAN

Hermione:

Aroace spectrum(because I love projecting onto characters and it’s canon in my eyes)

One time tried to straighten her hair and both Ron and Harry got scared when they saw it(it did not work)

Knows ALL of the Elder Scrolls lore

Has played Skyrim to completion over 19 times.(that is not an exaggeration, she’s pulled various all nighters)

HORRIFIC sleep schedule

Will not read romance, UNLESS it’s completely historically accurate.

Bad at drawing, really good at pottery oddly enough.

While she’s good at pottery, she absolutely despises the feel of wet clay, and then the feel of dry clay on her skin so she doesn’t sculpt stuff without gloves on.

Hates the texture of pasta, it has to be made in a VERY specific way for her to enjoy it.

Doesn’t like being smooched on the temple because it’s too close to her eyes and she thinks it’s unsanitary.

Had a seafood boil one time and was out like a light for a full DAY.

Tried a vegan diet for like a year but she accidentally ate a wet piece of ham in a sleep deprived delirium.

Beans on toast FIEND.

One time had a five day mental breakdown over magic and specifically quidditch brooms not following the laws of physics.

Dinosaur nerd.

Dr Strange and Reed Richards fan

Golden Trio:

Codependent.

They have a book club, Ron’s favorite genre is a mix between really cheesy badly written romances and westerns, Harry’s favorite genre is murder mysteries and philosophy, funnily enough, Hermione doesn’t like murder mysteries because she guesses the plot/plot twists and they’re always correct, she usually only reads non-fiction but she occasionally likes accurate science fiction and she also enjoys biographies.

Hermione once sat them down to watch a bunch of muggle movies, some Harry recognized, while Ron was just utterly entranced by the television, occasionally shaking Harry’s shoulder when something happened on screen.

While Hermione was finishing her seventh/ “eighth” year she was sent at LEAST ten letters DAILY, from both Ron and Harry.

They shared an apartment for like two years and would quiet often all sleep in the same bed.

That habit followed them into adulthood, and they occasionally sleep in the same bed.

Both Harry and Ron, along with Ginny, will flaunt Hermione being the minister, often.

Harry has forced the other two to rewatch every Star Wars movie, more than ten times.

Ron and Hermione broke up one time in their relationship and Harry was more distraught than both of them combined.

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[cupfullofpapas]

(Yes I'm reusing this image too busy to doodle a new one :''( life has been super crazy as of late ) Second Vol in The Assistant series: In the arms of a Devil Rated: E F/M Cardinal Copia x F!Reader Papa Emeritus IV x F!Reader

Also read it on my Ao3 here Previous Vol. : The Assistant Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Part 6: Scent Your patience was nearing its end as you stood by the window looking over the ministries garden watching your fellow siblings of sin some tending to the gardens, some sitting below the few trees that offered an abundance of shade, the weather had decided to act right for once and allowed everyone a day outside, you however, decided to stay indoors. 

As much as you tried to convince yourself that things were okie dokie they weren't, you missed Copia like hell and your chest ached from it, well it was either that or allergies or perhaps both. You've considered talking to Gemma,  the only Prime mover you knew of who had been with her Papa during his touring era.

Each time you went to talk to her you gave yourself excuses not to bother her those excuses now becoming ridiculous. 

With everyone outside enjoying the sunny day the Abbey was quiet so you chose to sit in the cafeteria once the walls of your dorm room started to get to you feeling as if they were closing in. Sitting down at one of the many tables with a muffin you had gotten from the kitchen, picking little pieces off of it like an overgrown crab. 

Sweet Satan, you felt weird, you never thought you could miss someone this much you didn't even miss Secondo this much when he was out of the office for a long period of time... pausing you frowned, with all that had happened that sounded pretty harsh, being lost in thought you plucked another piece of the muffin popping it into your mouth followed by another.

"Child what's got you down in the dumps?."

The sudden voice made you jump looking up to see Sister Twist looking down at you her hands on her hips concern written all over her face. "Satanas, Twist don't spook me like that."  The redhead only shrugged before sitting in the chair across from you the thing giving a slight whine. 

"I forgot how cheesy these things were, you'd think with how much Imperator bitches about the budget and cash there would be a stockpile for new cafeteria chairs at least, things look like they're from the fuckin sixties" Twist snickered however when she didn't hear you join in either laughing or ragging on Imperator she knew something was on your mind. 

"Hey."  Twist snapped her fingers a few times getting your attention.  "Talk to me, what's eating at you, and don't say nothing 'cause momma Twist knows."   You rolled your eyes before answering.  "Just with the tour and all and.."  You trailed off looking for the right words. "You miss your man". Your cheeks turned a light shade of red nodding adverting your eyes from the older sister of sin.

"You miss Copia and you feel weird for missing him so much because you've never missed or depended on someone else who wasn't blood-related that and you feel like your heart is being ripped out through your rib cage."  You opened your mouth to speak however Twist held up her hand silencing you. 

"And even though you still talk to him on the phone or text it feels like it's not enough and yadda yadda."  You stayed silent staring at her before uttering a little 'fuck you' which made the older sibling laugh.   "There's nothing wrong with feeling this way, it's natural to feel this way when you miss someone you love."  

Love, you did love him right?, you remembered the day you told Secondo that you loved him back when he declared his love for you the thought put an uneasy pit in your stomach which caused you to push the muffin aside, why were you even asking yourself this?, you just had teenage phone sex last night with the man. You felt a hand rest on your shoulder Twist wore a kind smile.  "You'll know the answer when he comes back, sweetie."  You smiled and rested your hand above hers the moment was short-lived as Lenti came running into the cafeteria. 

"Twist! Omega, Divine, Alpha, and Terzo are fucking in the music room again!."   "Oh for the love of sweet Satan, those fuckers are gonna get a boot up their ass."   "Careful they might like that." You chimed in as Twist pushed the chair in heading to the music room complaining the entire way, the last time those four got into it in the music room Pebble's drumset was a casualty and Sister Imperator was furious about having to buy a whole new set for the ghoul. The sound of something hitting the floor and the yelling of Imperator's voice pulled you from your thoughts. "You daft idiots!, Be careful with this equipment it's very important and very expensive!."  Getting up from your seat you wandered over to the door seeing that the ghouls were moving a bunch of medical equipment, was someone sick?

"Sister?." you asked stepping from the cafeteria, Imperator turned quickly to face you a smile coming to her face her demeanor changing quickly.  "Hello dear." "What's all this?." "It is for Papa Nihil when he gets back from tour with Cardi, don't you worry about it I have everything under control" She offered the fakest of smiles before following the ghouls walking away her red heels clicking and clacking on the floor. 

The 'short time apart' felt more like years apart the only good thing that happened in your opinion was that Sister Imperator had given you the option of going back to your old dorm room or staying in the current one alongside Copia given the fact that you two were an item, you of course chose to stay in the shared room one because you did not feel like packing everything up and two once Copia got back you were going to stick to him like glue. 

Your day off finally came, the day when you could just lay around your dorm room and not have to worry about anything other than flopping your face into Copia's pillow and breathing in the fleeting scent you hadn't even bothered to change out of your pajamas.

 Rolling over in bed you went face-first into the soft depths of your Cardinal's pillow breathing in-- it was then that you realized that his scent was gone from the fabric, you started to think, what could you do? you needed his scent you needed to feel as if he was there, the worry was starting to set in, and then it hit you.. but were you that desperate?

.....Yes, yes you were...

 Scooting closer to the edge of his side of the bed you opened the nightstand digging around in the drawer. Sometimes the lack of organization of his personal items got to you and made you want to shake him but on the other hand, it also gave you things to do. While you were on your search you looked at some of the things he had tucked away in there. 

A list of numbers, a few unopened juice boxes, several pens, pictures, loose change, and receipts however it wasn't just any receipts they were from the couple nights you and him half-assedly eloped there was even one from the gas station. A smile had worked its way to your face as you looked over each one recounting each item there was also a list there in his scratchy handwriting of things you liked and didn't like, your smile only grew wider as your fingers slid over the indented paper following the pen marks the Chinese menu you both had ordered from. 

You remembered when you accidentally launched a shrimp at the television screen that night, the memory earned a quiet laugh, putting the items back you were on the move again until your searching fingers finally found what you were looking for.

Closing the nightstand's drawer you sat up holding a bottle, it was Copia's cologne your thumb ran over the elegant lettering feeling the different textures on the label, after mentally telling yourself how crazy and weird you were several small sprays were sprayed onto his pillow and one on yourself.

The bottle was placed back inside the nightstand drawer, and the pillow now damp with the scent was turned over the damp side against the bed sheet once again you flopped face-first into it this time being hit with the strong scent of your man. You felt your whole body tingle and warm up as soon as you breathed in his scent your skin prickling with goosebumps, it made you giddy picturing Copia there with you tangled up in the blankets enjoying your time together. 

It was weird sometimes, how a simple scent could make a body heat up, your thighs squeezed together dulling the throb that started as soon as his scent filled your nostrils, your mind thinking about those hands of his and the way they felt when he slid them along your body and gripped your soft flesh the smooth of the leather.   Your hand has started to trace the patterns on your body picturing that they were his fingers, his palms, and you were a willing victim under his expert touches, your Cardinals name was whispered past your lips as your fingertips came to the swell of your pussy lips.

You could picture him there staring down at you, kissing you his fingers teasing you driving you wild, his tongue swirling with yours in the timeless dance of love. You were about to sink your fingers inside of yourself when there was a knock at the door making you halt your actions and look up. Rolling your eyes you stayed quiet maybe if you didn't make a sound whoever it was would just go away thinking that you weren't home, you thought it had worked but there the knocking was again, flopping your pillow over your face you groaned into it before getting up washing your hands and answering the door.  Unlocking the handle and deadbolt you opened the door being face to face with Sister Imperator once again at this point you almost swore this woman was stalking you. 

"Sister?."  You asked doing your best not to sound annoyed. "Evening, I have some-- unfortunate news for you."  -------------------------------------------- TAG LIST: Please message me if you would like to be added to the tag list! @thesoundresoundsecho @xpapaemeritus @copiasprincipessa @siouxbauhaus

#the band ghost #ghost #copia #cardinal copia #ghostau #papa emeritus iv #Cardinal Copia x F!Reader #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus 4 #papa emeritus iv x reader #Papa Emeritus x F!reader #sister imperator #sister twist #Divine ghoulette #ghoulette oc #ghouls #nameless ghouls #ghost ghouls #unmasked ghouls

[justins-1-justan]

sooo this is my first request for anything like this ever so im a bit nervous😭

but anyways could you pretty please do Cody and Bridgette hcs? (separate) you could do female or gender neutral reader i don’t mind^^

Have a lovely day! -🍌

EEEEK! YOU DID AMAZING 🍌ANON AND DON'T SWEAT IT THIS IS MY FIRST TIME GETTING A REQUEST!

Contents: reader was written with fem in mind however most HCs can be interpreted as G/N, Bridgette's is borderline one shots/drabbles meanwhile Cody's is more traditional HCs territory.

Bridgette!

AQUARIUM DATES!!

Like you're both *that* couple at the aquarium having all the aesthetic moments with the fishies.

That's actually where the two of you met...

You rubbed the hand sanitizer into your skin as you began to approach the fiddler rays you've been dying to pet all day. The sun had already began setting as you finally approached the tank they were kept inside. With the directions of the worker, you cautiously stuck your hand in the chilly water in an attempt to pet the one in front of you when you feel someone's hand touch yours, you look up as you mutter an apology at the same time as the person whose hand you touched, only to trail off at the sight of by far the most pretty girl you've ever seen, the setting sun casting an almost halo around her blonde hair.

After that chance meeting, you both visit the local aquarium for dates frequently.

So much so that you've begun to help name the newborn fiddler rays, those being, Slater, Dirt, And Munch~Munch!

Aside from aquarium dates you also go to her surfing competition as her personal cheerleader!

"Woo! Go Bridgette!" You cheered as she lands a rodeo flip followed by a floater, sadly that floater was also followed by an almost equally epic wipe out. You quickly rushed closer to the shore, towel in hand, as she coughed up a bit of sea water. "Ugh.. I almost had it.." She groaned between coughs as you wrapped the towel around her. "Well, at least you looked cool!" You replied which caused her to giggle. "When I was actually on the board or when I got thrown off?" Bridgette questions with a small smile. You giggle in response not giving a real answer.

Hit you upside the head with her surfboard once on accident.

Was very sorry but still.

Call it cliche, but you both walk in hand in hand down the beach on the reg. Finding seashells and observing crabs.

"Bridgette look! This seashell matches your eyes!" You excitedly exclaim, pressing the green shell into her hand. "You think?" She asks, holding it up to cover one of her eyes. "Yeah! And it's still intact, a rare find for a rare girl!" You answer truthfully. Oh if you knew the way the morning sun reflected in your eyes at that moment, the way her heart nearly stopped beating, the way you never fail to make her breathless. You thought she was a rare girl but you are a step above rare to her, you were like the type of wave that only happens once a generation.

Her favorite thing about you? Probably the way you give her the same thrill as the first time she ever set foot on a surfboard.

The way your smile lights up your face like the sun reflects on the sand, you're the shore to her ocean.

Loves resting her head against your shoulder whenever she can, watching movies? Head on your shoulder. On the bus? Head on your shoulder.

song that describes your relationship: message in a bottle, by Taylor Swift.

Love language: if teaching you random stuff counts as acts of service and giving you the simultaneously weirdest yet nicest compliments counts as words of affirmation then those.

And finally miscellaneous hc of mine, she's her class valedictorian.

Cody

One of the nicest guys you've ever met.

Like ever.

How you met? For whatever reason whether boredom or genuine interest you were watching a chess documentary at the movie theater and that's where you met him..

It was a February day, not long before valentines actually. You were walking into the movie theater, snacks and slushie in hand. The theater was fairly busy and you sat by a stranger. The promos hadn't even begun yet when he began talking to you. "Soo.. You've ever heard of Robert j. D'Amato?" The fated stranger asks you. You slowly blink at him. "..." "...." "Well I mean you are here to watch a documentary about him so-!" He anxiously blathered on, and at that moment, with this cute stranger sat beside you, you realized, you walked into the wrong theater. "Actually, I don't know anything about chess... Could you tell me about it?" You successfully secur the opportunity of having a cute boy explain what on earth a French defence is.

After the movie he not so smoothly asked for your number, which you happily gave.

I feel like he's really into retro video games, like 90s Zelda, gen 1 pokemon, and Sims 2.

Speaking of which! He is SO the type of dork to make him and his S/O in Sims to live happily ever after with a dog and everything.

Given how he has such severe allergies, I think he'd be super cautious with your allergies. Like if your allergic to a food, it suddenly vanished from his diet entirely.

Calls you every nickname in the book: babe, cupcake, darling, etc.

^ thinks he's so smooth with those but half the time is stumbling over his words.

You both start watching a movie but somehow always just wind up falling asleep on the couch for four hours.

Some wizard movie played in the background as your sleeping form breathed slowly. Cody's arm wrapped around your torso. His eyes slowly opened to see your face close to his own, the sun from the open window cascading across your face made you look ethereal. He breathed deeply and readjusted to hold you closer, closing his eyes and embracing the moment more.

Anyways be prepared to hear hours long rambles about Albert Einstein.

One time you went to Disneyland with him and he told you the exact physics of how the incredicoaster works.

^ Depending on the person you are you were either too freaked out to go on or made you more hyped.

You know how I mentioned it being February in the how you met section? Well he is actually a gold medalist in the art of valentines gifts. Like gives you all the stuffed animals, flowers, and chocolate.

Song that reminds me of your relationship: porcelain face, or yellow hearts.

Love language: all of them. In the wise words of Julie Chen "expect the unexpected" who would've thought that would apply to your boyfriend.

And final miscellaneous head cannon as a goodbye: he utmost definitely was a pillow pets kid.

#total drama bridgette #tdi bridgette #td bridgette #total drama bridgette x reader #bridgette total drama #bridgette x reader #expect the unexpected #tdi cody #td cody #cody total drama #total drama cody #total drama cody x reader #cody x reader #tdi x reader #total drama x reader #total drama #ill proof read this later #x reader

[duchess-kyuupid]

~The Duchess' Thoughts and Drabbles Pt. 2 ~ ft. Elliott

Thinking of Elliott with a s/o farmer who's scared of crabs

[Minor spoilers for Willy's 6-heart event, Elliott x gn!reader]

Thinking of the farmer trying win Elliott's affection over time with giving him gifts that he likes. Oh? Leah said he likes duck feathers? Easy enough, you've got plenty of ducks in your shed! That 'secret note' said he likes pomegranates? Well, you planted a pomegranate tree some time ago, but you'll have to wait until fall before you get any harvest from it. Maybe he'll like some squid ink for his writing? You could always ask Robin to build a fish pond for you, and eventually you'd be able to get some ink from the squid.

But then... Elliott himself told you once that he likes seafood- especially crab and lobster. Which basically meant that you had to get him some if you wanted to woo him with your impeccable charms.

But you know, there's just one itty bitty little problem here. You were absolutely terrified of crabs.

So, just to clarify, there was one time where you ran off after bumping into Elliott at Pierre's store. He was in the middle of buying some groceries, and you were there to sell some produce. You two were having a great chat, catching up for a bit before Elliott looks down at his shirt with a surprised look on his face after feeling some movement in his pocket. "Oh dear! A tiny crab appears to have made his home in my shirt pocket-," he doesn't even finish what he's saying before you've already bolted out the door, leaving behind all of your produce in the classic 'fight or flight' response. Pierre wanted to keep them for free since you did just leave them behind without payment, but (after a very stern look from you) he eventually paid you back for it anyway.

And let's not forget about that other time where you were opening the door to Willy's shop one day when your eyes were violated with the sight of hundreds- no THOUSANDS of crabs (it was more like 15) scattered around Willy's shop. You could barely hear Willy asking for help in solving this predicament before you screamed your head off, alerting both Gus and Elliott into running towards the commotion in a concerned panic. By the time they got to Willy's shop on the pier, you were already running at top speed away from that godforsaken place. You learned later that Gus and Elliott helped Willy take care of those crabs after that, and that Gus would be providing a discount on crab cakes (at the request of Elliott who you learned loves crab cakes).

But to this day, you still haven't stepped a single foot back in Willy's shop since... that incident. Of course, Elliott came by to check up on you as he was concerned about your wellbeing after hearing you scream like that, but you were able to shrug it off, saying that you remembered you had something really important to do on the farm. Huh, what screaming? You didn't scream. Must've been the water crashing into some rocks.

I mean, you don't mean to brag or anything, but you considered yourself to be someone (almost) fearless. You brave the dangers of the mine on a regular basis, and you've hit the bottom a long time ago! You've explored the inside of a volcano on an island that was littered with the gigantic remains of dragons, and you've traversed deserts and fought against dinosaurs in the deep catacombs of the Skull Cavern.

Yet, you're still scared of...crabs?

And as well you should be! Crabs are the embodiment of evil, after all. They may seem harmless, but those eyes of theirs tell of unimaginable war crimes and if they could speak, you're almost certain they would cast curses upon those who'd dare to try to eat them.

At least, that's the impression that you get as you stare down at the lobster stuck in your crab pot- and it stares back at you with it's weird thin antennae and small, beady, soulless black eyes. You had never really intended to use these crab pots for anything until after you learned that Elliott loves lobster, in which you decided to leave some out in the water (with the hope that it wouldn't catch anything so that you at least had the excuse that you tried). But you caught a lobster anyway, unfortunately. How were you even planning to get it out of there anyway?

Maybe you could ask Willy to get it out? But then how are you going to give it to Elliott after that? And even if you do ask, you run the risk of outing this fear of yours to Willy (who probably already knows by now and is just kind enough not to say anything about it).

Maybe if you put on some oven mitts it wouldn't be so bad? Or you could ask Marlon for a full set of armor.

Ah, the lengths we will go to for love.

~~~~~~

My first Stardew Valley piece! My content so far has been almost exclusively Twisted Wonderland, so I just wanted to branch out just a little, see what everyone thinks. And before you ask, yes, it's me. I am legitimately terrified of crabs and lobsters. Hate them. They are evil. Let me tell you I *screamed* when I first saw Willy's 6-heart cutscene. Never again... But my love for Elliott is too strong ToT

#duchess kyuupid #x reader #gn!reader #stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #elliott x reader #elliott x farmer #sdv x reader #elliott #stardew elliott #stardew valley elliott

[tastybluesprite]

Tickle crabs

This fic is inspired by that one Bluey episode “Tickle Crabs.” It was so cutttee I couldn’t help but imagine Donnie with Casey in this. It takes place in the future timeline.

Warnings: None aside from tickling so if that’s not your thing just keep scrolling <3

Summery: Casey wants to play. Unfortunately Donnie got stuck with babysitting him.

Casey Jr was quite the handful. The brothers would usually take turns watching the little kid, but sometimes they had to team up to keep him entertained (and of course to keep him safe). The poor kid however, got stuck with uncle Donnie in his lab.

“I wanna play a game!” Casey Jr whined. Donnie sighed, “I do not have the time Casey.”

Carey pouted. He wished master Leonardo was here. At least he would play with him. He decided to try the only thing he could think of. He climbed onto the scientists lap and made the biggest, and cutest puppy dog eyes that could’ve put Mikey’s to shame.

Donnie looked at his face for a moment before sighing again. “Fine. I suppose a little break couldn’t hurt.” Donnie might have an emotionally unavailable bad boy image, but puppy dog eyes were one of his biggest weaknesses when it came to Casey and Mikey (even Leo on a good day).

Anyway, Donnie swiveled his computer chair towards the young boy. “What do you want to do.” A mischievous glint shone in the child’s eyes. Donnie felt that he was up to something.

Turns out he was right. Casey suddenly pounced onto him and began pinching his fingers at any bit of skin he could reach. Donnie yelped out in surprise. “H-hey!” He got up, pushing the child off him, and tried to run. He was not about to get taken down from tickling by a little kid.

“TICKLE CRAB!!!” The child squealed as he ran after his mutant scientist uncle. Now you might think, why can’t Donnie just tickle him back to fight him? You see once Donnie is taken down, he’s too weak and uncoordinated to fight back. In other terms, he’d become completely helpless. Donnie thought he would be able to out run the little demon that was Casey Jr (no doubt he inherited his mother Cassandra’s spirit).

“NO! No!!! Absolutely not!!! Get back!! Nooo ‘tickle crabs’!!!” Donnie protested as he ran for it. Soon he bumped into Leo. “Oh hey Donton. What happened? Is Casey ok?” He asked with a slight look of concern. “Nardo! Ohmigosh you gotta help me! That demon won’t leave me alone!” Donnie hid behind his twin as Casey Jr caught up.

“Ah, there you are Junior!” Leo greeted his apprentice with a smile. “Are you giving uncle Donnie a hard time?” He asked with a tone of pride. Casey flashed a toothy grin and pinched his fingers like a crab.

A smirk overtook the blue ninjas face as he suddenly understood what was going on. “Awe is he not playing with you? I can help with that!” And before Donnie could say ‘uranium’ Leo whipped around and wrestled his genius twin to the floor. Leo was technically stronger as he trained a lot more, so Donnie could kiss any hope of escape goodbye. Leo had him flat on his shell, and his arms pinned firmly above him, with Leo looking over him from behind.

“N-no!! Waitwaitwaitwait dohohont!!!” Donnie pleaded as Casey came closer. “Already giggling? Dude did you get more ticklish since we were kids?” Leo asked in a lightheartedly teasing tone. “Sh-shuhuhut uhuppp!!! N-NO!!”

Casey climbed on top of his uncles now entirely unprotected torso. Before Donnie could protest anymore Casey began pinching his fingers like a crab against Donnie’s sides. Donnie nearly burst into uncontrollable giggles, but forced himself to hold it in. He was NOT going to surrender to such childish methods. Leo grinned, knowing what his twin was doing.

“Awww don’t hide that laughter from us Donton~” he teased, poking at his side also.

Donnie couldn’t move much as he didn’t want to accidentally hurt Casey, but that didn’t stop him from shifting around wildly and kicking his legs.

He couldn’t believe Leo. Well actually… yes. Yes he could. He was so gonna pay.

Casey began tickling more in other places he could reach, but when he started wiggling his fingers into the mutants ribs, Donnie lost it.

“Gahahaha nohohoho!!!!”

“Wow you hit a pretty good spot!” Leo told his apprentice with a grin.

“Leheheheohohoo mahahahahake hihihim stohohop!!!”

“Huh? But why? Your the one who won’t play with him.” Leo teased.

“LEHEONAHARDO IHI SWHEHEAHAR-”

Leo laughed. “Ahalright alright fine. Casey that’s enough.”

Casey stopped and got off him.

Donnie was about to get up, but Leo quickly went around from above him to straddle the scientists.

“LEO!” Donnie huffed with annoyance as he tried and failed to push his older twin off.

“Nah. It’s my turn now!” And Leo descended his hands on Donnie to drill at his upper ribs. Donnie let out a shriek as he clamped his arms down, bursting into more laughter. He was now thrashing under his twin as he didn’t having Casey on him anymore.

“See Case? This is how you pick apart our dear uncle tello.” Leo told the younger as if he wasn’t absolutely taking apart the poor scientist. Casey watched intently, giggling at the thrashing mutant.

“But! If you really wanna get him…” Leo pinned his arms above his head. “L-LEO!!! Nohoho plehehease!!!”

He knew what that meant.

Leo began digging into his underarms harshly. Donnie burst into violent hysterical cackles, kicking his legs out from behind Leo.

“See? Now this spot is a killer for uncle Tello.” Leo said with a smirk as he took apart his younger twin. Donnie was only making incomprehensible noises which was all he could do through the extreme laughter.

Soon his laughter went silent, and Leo took that as a sign that he couldn’t take any more.

He got off Donnie as the purple loving mutant stayed laying on the floor, trying to catch his breath. “I’m… gohonna… ghet you bahack… soho hahard…” He threatened.

“Ok tough guy.” Leo teased with a smirk as he poked his cheek. Leo then scooped up Casey Jr. “Now you know how to really get him!” He told the kid. “Use the information wisely.”

“LEO!!!” Donnie yelled as he got up to chase after his brother, who just took off with Casey. They really were gonna be the death of him.

#sprite🥤 #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community #rottmnt tickling #lee!donatello #lee!donnie #ler!casey #ler!caseyjr #ler!leo #ler!leonardo #disaster twins #rottmnt disaster twins #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #rise leonardo #casey jr #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #unpause rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #unpause rottmnt #leo and donnie

[holymollygraham]

"Graham’s head felt stuffed and stupid. He swam in the pool at his hotel until he was rubber-legged, and came out of the water thinking of two things at once—a Tanqueray martini and the taste of Molly’s mouth.

He made the martini himself in a plastic glass and telephoned Molly.

“Hello, hotshot.”

“Hey, baby! Where are you?”

“In this damned hotel in Atlanta.”

“Doing some good?”

“None you’d notice. I’m lonesome.”

“Me too.”

“Horny.”

“Me too.”

“Tell me about yourself.”

“Well, I had a run-in with Mrs. Holper today. She wanted to return a dress with a huge big whiskey stain on the seat. I mean, obviously she had worn it to the Jaycee thing.”

“And what did you say?”

“I told her I didn’t sell it to her like that.”

“And what did she say?”

“She said she never had any trouble returning dresses before, which was one reason she shopped at my place rather than some others that she knew about.”

“And then what did you say?”

“Oh, I said I was upset because Will talks like a jack-ass on the phone.”

“I see.”

“Willy’s fine. He’s covering some turtle eggs the dogs dug up. Tell me what you’re doing.”

“Reading reports. Eating junk food.”

“Thinking a good bit, I expect.”

“Yep.”

“Can I help you?”

“I just don’t have a lock on anything, Molly. There’s not enough information. Well, there’s a lot of information, but I haven’t done enough with it.”

“Will you be in Atlanta for a while? I’m not bugging you about coming home, I just wonder.”

“I don’t know. I’ll be here a few more days at least. I miss you.”

“Want to talk about fucking?”

“I don’t think I could stand it. I think maybe we better not do that.”

“Do what?”

“Talk about fucking.”

“Okay. You don’t mind if I think about it, though?”

“Absolutely not.”

“We’ve got a new dog.”

“Oh hell.”

“Looks like a cross between a basset hound and a Pekingese.”

“Lovely.”

“He’s got big balls.”

“Never mind about his balls.”

“They almost drag the ground. He has to retract them when he runs.”

“He can’t do that.”

“Yes he can. You don’t know.”

“Yes I do know.”

“Can you retract yours?”

“I thought we were coming to that.”

“Well?”

“If you must know, I retracted them once.”

“When was that?”

“In my youth. I had to clear a barbed-wire fence in a hurry.”

“Why?”

“I was carrying this watermelon that I had not cultivated.”

“You were fleeing? From whom?”

“A swineherd of my acquaintance. Alerted by his dogs, he burst from his dwelling in his BVD’s, waving a fowling piece. Fortunately, he tripped over a butter-bean trellis and gave me a running start.”

“Did he shoot at you?”

“I thought so at the time, yes. But the reports I heard might have issued from my behind. I’ve never been entirely clear on that.”

“Did you clear the fence?”

“Handily.”

“A criminal mind, even at that age.”

“I don’t have a criminal mind.”

“Of course you don’t. I’m thinking about painting the kitchen. What color do you like? Will? What color do you like? Are you there?”

“Yeah, uh, yellow. Let’s paint it yellow.”

“Yellow is a bad color for me. I’ll look green at breakfast.”

“Blue, then.”

“Blue is cold.”

“Well goddammit, paint it baby-shit tan for all I care. . . . No, look, I’ll probably be home before long and we’ll go to the paint store and get some chips and stuff, okay? And maybe some new handles and that.”

“Let’s do, let’s get some handles. I don’t know why I’m talking about this stuff. Look, I love you and I miss you and you’re doing the right thing. It’s costing you too, I know that. I’m here and I’ll be here whenever you come home, or I’ll meet you anywhere, anytime. That’s what.”

“Dear Molly. Dear Molly. Go to bed now.”

“All right.”

“Good night.”

Graham lay with his hands behind his head and conjured dinners with Molly. Stone crab and Sancerre, the salt breeze mixed with the wine.But it was his curse to pick at conversations, and he began to do it now. He had snapped at her after a harmless remark about his “criminal mind.” Stupid.

Graham found Molly’s interest in him largely inexplicable."

~ Red Dragon by Thomas Harris, Chapter 5

#molly graham #will graham #nina arianda #hugh dancy #thomas harris #red dragon #this extract tells us do much about them...

[runfreebirdrun]

got any funny weed stories?

Rissa, all I am is funny weed stories.

Let me give you the classic, though, the most well-known: the Build-A-Bear story.

My buddy's dad used to make these insane pot brownies that my buddy calls "sotweeds." Normally, to make pot brownies, you put some pot in the butter and mix a little of that with normal butter, bake, enjoy. His dad, being a middle-aged gnomish sort of man with a goatee, had insane tolerance: sotweeds were *100%* pot butter. They were cut into strange little asymmetrical pieces rather than squares for no good reason. His dad would make like 50 of these at a time and store them in his freezer.

So, once, when we were younger and not-too-much dumber, my buddy stole a bunch of the chunks and we took (too many) gleefully outside an aquarium. The fun thing about the Cubist approach his dad took to cutting the signature brownies meant that the THC content of whatever chunk you just took was between you and God. Any given chunk could be either mostly chocolate chip, or the type of shit to make you see the hat man. This time, we rolled the dice and got snake eyes.

The aquarium was great. The shark tunnel was beautiful, and I made eye contact with a sea bass. An anemone hugged my fingers in the petting pool and I felt connected to the world in a new sense. And then, I pulled the fire alarm in the elevator.

It was an accident — I just leaned on the side of the elevator for a second, but as it turned out, that's how you press the alarm button. My friends and I made frightened eye contact and decided instantly: we had to flee the scene. We were wanted criminals, now, and nothing would ever be the same.

So we hike our asses out through the gift shop and in the bright light of the afternoon we stand looking down the steep staircase from the aquarium and right then, the edible hits.

We'd spent an hour and a half in the aquarium. The average pot brownie hits about forty minutes in, and lasts for a couple of hours. My last un-fried brain cells did the math: if it was still hitting *now,* we were only going to get higher.

Have you ever played a multiplayer video game on a really, really, poor connection, Rissa? I was rubber-banding. My ping was low. As I walked carefully down these stairs, I could feel the frames drop.

We descend into the nightmarish tourist trap neighborhood around the aquarium, and the least high of us goes and buys some too-salty fries to take the edge off. I sit on a bench and wonder: will I ever think again?

The only way out is through. My buddy suggests that we need some child-like whimsy to set us right. We go to Build-A-Bear, for the first time in my life.

You have to understand: I'm clutching my debit card in my hands the whole time because I don't trust myself to operate a zipper when we get to the cash register. At one point, I think I actually teleported across the room. I can see through walls. I can see new colors.

The heart ceremony? I felt that shit. You try being that high and told by an over-enthusiastic Build-A-Bear employee that you're sewing the soul into this animal you've adopted. I reveled in the joy of divine creation.

We get to the bit where you name your Build-A-Bear, and I decide the funniest possible name for this stuffed dinosaur is, all caps, "SPECIES." My weed-addled fingers typo, and I decide not to fix it. We get to the register, and I am not kidding you: 137 fiscal US dollars.

I teleport home by a method unknown to me to this day. I pass out instantly, and wake up, $137 poorer, to a red dinosaur Build-A-Bear wearing a promotional "I <3 Crabs" shirt, a full brown wig for a woman, and a Build-A-Bear birth certificate. Name: SPRCIES.

Her birthday's coming up.

#weed #tw drugs #this is the most i've ever typed

[kobblefort]

Hoistedworked: Origins

Alright, okay, yeah. Back on the wagon, right here in the woods. It's still plenty remote, cold enough to teach a Dwarf to speak in clicks, and it is actually capable of sustaining life. Sure it's no glacier but the glacier was always a shitty idea. We can at least carve something out here. Like some ideas are actually just bad. Like too bad to manage. This one though is basically fine. We can do this.

See? Look at this shit, it's beautiful. Plants. Trees. Actual solid ground. Since I never introduced the actual decapods before, let's pretend these are all just the same guys, okay? Just for convenience's sake.

Cikuti Worthoars, who likes bobbit worms for their knobs and angles. Oh yeah and suddenly the snow cleared up. Don't ask me, I don't know why.

Cutichi Strengthtown, AWESOME name. He likes to eat seahorse meat and loves two-grain wheat beer.

Chetek Boattrussed, who likes kangaroos for their pouches. 🤔

Cukikuki Townriddle. Big fan of eating giant Brown Recluse spiders, even though she hates cave spiders. I'm not going to ask.

Scukikik Denttongs. Big beak dog fan.

Retuti Livingwheel, groundhog fan and mead drinker. Wonder if we can actually get a bee colony set up here.

And finally Cikuki Prisoncrafts, goat eater. Well, please forgive me if I kind of breeze past the "starter base setup" phase here.

Or, well, I would, but... nobody wants to work. That's not some boomerism, nobody will just pick up the tools to chop wood or dig holes. They gather plants fine, and took apart the wagon without any trouble, but now they're just... gawking...

Reading about it on Reddit, it seems the solution is to just retire the fort and then immediately un-retire it. So we'll try that I guess.

come on... come on... YES!!

We don't even make it all the way down 10 stories before discovering the cavern this time. And before you ask:

yep, fucked up normal grass again. Whatever. It's not as big of a deal this time. One day I really ought to properly ask how that even happens, but for now, I'm just rolling with it.

Up above, all that happened in the two weeks the game makes you wait whenever you start fortress mode again is that the crabs spilled all their prickleberry wine. What a tragedy!

After about a season, we've got a pretty nice setup coming together. All the stockpiles are hidden away under the big main meeting area, the aquifer drains into a cistern, things that rot are kept safely away from the average crab's path, and walls are being built up top to make a more secure entrance. We've eaten a boar and silky sea slug while food stocks were low, and the giant leopard we brought with us "went missing" some time ago - which probably just means it's dead. Giant raccoons have been harrassing us up on the surface, but that's the point of setting up our defenses. It's a much more auspicious start than our first expedition, and with self-sufficiency actually taken care of, we'll be able to get our paper economy and library off the ground sooner than later. We've also found a bit of native platinum quite high up in the earth, but once you start the metal economy, it feels like you just sort of become a metal economy fortress. So we'll hold off on that for now. Also, the giant wolves keep wandering into our meeting hall. Don't worry, they're ours, but they'd probably suit us better outside fending off the raccoons... Oh, and nobody has bedrooms yet. Nobody's too pressed about that, though. One time a really drunk guy came over to my house and when I said "alright that's it for the night" he was like for sure, peace out, slapped my hand, fistbumped me, grabbed his things and walked 5 steps out the front door to fall asleep sitting up on the stairwell of my apartment. So people can do that, people can just sleep on stairs. My roommates found him and were like "what the fuck" and I was also like "what the fuck" because I figured he'd just go home. I think they just let him sleep though. I would've heard it if he fell down the stairs and he didn't. So you can do that.

There's not a lot to say right now. We're not making a ton of money, but we're sustaining ourselves fine.

Defenses are coming together fine, too. Our giant wolves had pups and the pups have the zoomies. It's wonderful.

There's a quantum stockpile now to make woodworking a lot easier. For those not in the know, a "quantum stockpile" is a 1x1 stockpile that gets filled by having a minecart dump into it. The cart races down from the surface, and is just long enough that it doesn't crash at the end, though also just too long to auto-dump - so instead, the solution is to make whoever finishes filling the cart hop in and ride it down so that they can push it the last couple tiles. Or at least, that's the plan; at first crabs just kicked the cart down the ramp, but since I changed it to be ridden instead, everyone's been too busy putting a ceiling over the main "courtyard."

Here's our "administrative wing": counter-clockwise from the top, it houses our expedition leader Worthoars, production supervisor Boattrussed, and sheriff Channeledchain. We've got a hospital set up earlier than we need it for once, but nobody's been appointed chief of medicine yet. I ultimately had to run DFhack drain-aquifer just because the "mist generator" started overflowing, but I've set up "ponds" where any crab with nothing better to do will chuck a bucket of water down from the top of the stairs. The result is the same, so it should cheer everyone up. They'll need it, since...

Roofing the main area has everyone caught in a snowstorm, and though nobody's particularly miserable at all, it's still dragging some crabs down. Oh, and I like this.

Efficiency be damned, I wanted a cool bedroom setup, and looking down into the great hall right when you wake up seems pretty cool to me.

An agitated giant raccoon attacks, but it's put down pretty quickly by the giant wolves. The bigger threat is our own lack of forethought.

I wanted to put grates up above the farm plot there, because I'm not actually sure whether you still need outdoor plants to get sunlight and rain or whatever, or if a tile that was directly exposed to the sun at any point just counts as "outdoors" forever. I honestly think it's the latter but you know what they say about eggs and baskets and all that type of shit.

The problem is that crabs kept trying to put floors down on these tiles, which was possible because they could walk over the grates to reach them, but didn't register to the game as structurally sound, so the floor just instantly collapsed every time they tried to do it. Well, at least nobody died.

Except for just now. I tried to make the quantum stockpile also include rocks, and it worked! But people keep walking out in front of it and getting hit. Somehow, a shrimp survived just fine, but this metalsmith fucking died. It seems obvious to like, not walk on minecart tracks, especially if they're set to the "no" traffic setting, but it's apparently not. A bit of judicious wall use seems to fix it, though. We also make probably the ugliest fucking graveyard I've EVER set up.

Right off to the side of our main noble quarters for whenever we either get a mayor, get elevated to a barony, or whatever else, I just made... I don't know. This spaghetti nightmare. I don't care. If crabs were dying in battle, then you know, I'd take it serious, I'd make a big whole thing out of it or at least plop down the quickfort windmills. But what am I supposed to feel about a guy bashing himself with the fucking minecart? Like... you get what you paid for. And now the next poor saps to die in this fortress get what you paid for too.

Our first artifact is created! Its name translates to "Slippants." Ok. It just has an image of a decapod in it. Not even any particular kind of decapod in specific. But it instantly makes Hailcloistered, or jesus christ how am I supposed to remember this, Ricikikikitikik into a legendary armorsmith. Which is, you know, cool. Yeah, we could probably get some armor going. I neglected to mention I set up a metalsmithing business; I didn't want to, but there are so many metalsmiths in this fortress that they started a guild, and I always wanted to try actually placing workshops in a guild-relevant area instead of just having all the workshops in one place and guild halls somewhere else, so it's a little inefficient, but it looks cool, so who cares.

...and that right there is the last thing I wrote before I stopped playing for 8 months.

I feel like the reveal was always coming: "I was just doing this as a weird cry for help cloaked dick-deep in 69 layers of irony." Like on the surface it looks like it is just a person freaking out but then one layer lower it's actually just a guy fucking around but one more layer it's freaking out again and on and on and on. I don't know what to say besides that. I'm in the first really healthy relationship of my life and trying not to mess it up. I'm still soul-crushingly poor with no real skills or job prospects. I do still play the greatest simulation game of all time Dwarf Fortress, though much more rarely - I often boot it up with big ambitions to make some Content for The Tube, actually, but I'm simply too good at the game, so nothing interesting happens in my forts, and I end up with twenty gigabytes of footage and ten pages scribbled in a notebook covering six years of fortress management where the most interesting thing that happens is like, I set up a milling industry.

I'm not really interested in Daarunbay Detevay anymore, I'm sorry. It's not like I've deleted it, I keep pretty extensive backups of all my worlds and saves for the greatest simulation game of all time Dwarf Fortress, even though I rarely actually use them, so it's not really going anywhere. If there's any interest I could probably like, put the world folder on pixeldrain or mediafire or whatever and try to compile a mod list, but I'm not making any promises and I doubt anyone really wants that very bad anyway.

...and that right there is the last thing I wrote before I forgot about this draft for 2 months.

In that time, the Adventure Mode beta appeared. I stayed up all night waiting for it to come out, but it was still rough enough that I didn't dive all the way in just yet. However, I realized something after playing as a cockatiel man who got viciously killed for starting random fights with innocent dwarves in my own half-abandoned fortress which went to hell because apparently the AI lets all of the animals out of cages and unlocks all the doors when you retire a fort. There might still be much more to do in Daarunbay Detevay. Rat World may be doomed but there's no reason we couldn't make a party of Rat Bandits. Better yet we could embark from Rushsly on the mission of a lifetime: to kill Vakeek Malignreasons.

So I don't know. Maybe we're going to do that. Maybe I will actually make some YouTube Content and I'll never reveal there that I was the Kobblefort guy but you could see a video and recognize my loquacious schizotypal affect, and you'd be like "dude, aren't you the guy who did Kobblefort?" and I wouldn't respond or maybe I'd be like "what is that" but you'd know. You'd know it was me. But just for the record please don't go around asking Dwarf Fortress YouTubers if they're the Kobblefort guy. Because either they don't know and you have exposed a YouTube person (much more normal than Tumblr people, on the whole) to Kobblefort or you have put me on the spot. So yeah, just forget you ever read any of this, except for during the time where you're reading it. I'm trying to do the exact opposite of "death of the author" here. This is "death of the reader." No that sounds fucked up. This is "life of the author." Sure. See you soon

#dwarf fortress #crabfort

[delunesnumberonefan]

sketch time

you will sit down. you will look at my horrible little women. And You Will Appreciate Them

no this is NOT going under a cut you will see the blood sweat and tears i put into belialah's demon form and you will appreciate it, me, and saskia's off the charts world class monsterfucker status

we got saskia. we're familiar with saskia--or at least you should be. go look at the art by korppipoika and give them so many notes--this post will wait. and while you're out, look at the post about the matriarchs too. and if you're not up to date on saskia and belialah, here's another one for your list. i'll be here when you get back.

up to date? excited? horny? me too!!

so we got those two. in order for the images: saskia (recent), belialah (first draft, still happy with this and haven't been able to capture this vision since)

we got their dynamic:

saskia being a bitch and belialah being, despite everything, head over heels. still can't quite nail belialah's human face, but we're learning

...it took me a long time to nail down belialah's demon form. it went through a lot of drafts---many of which i am not sharing. this one is the oldest one i'm willing to share:

i believe this is draft 3? patch notes from earlier drafts: 4 fingers instead of three, took out "humanoid" eyes, added floaty halo bits. other than that, this is what it's mostly stayed true to. chase gave me an inspo and i remixed it and made it worse because i love body horror. so we have this! extra joint between the wrist and elbow, loads and loads of eyes, sharp teeth (yum!), wings, and a broken halo plus the big horn. love her. she has spider legs below her waist--she has "skirts" that are made from her skin that she usually wears (has?) over them.

made some eensy sketches for ideas:

i tinkered on size, proportion, posture, etc. it's vague, but not exact for either of them. i want a bigger height difference and this is for me first and foremost

i settled on this body type for saskia:

no nipples so she's not naked :) this is for anatomy reference, tumblr. ANATOMY. be so nice to me ;-;

ignore the stuff at the edges, this is part of a larger project idk if i'll finish where i look at all the matriarchs and their body types. saskia is the most...well, besides ethalind, the most hourglass shape. this is the most recent drawing of her i have besides the one at the very end, this is the one i would say is most canon. hence why it is included--the last one i have doesn't quite hit right for me. still working on consistency.

as i improved my art, i wanted to take another stab at belialah. which meant figuring out her lower half.

i did these ones reeaaally recently. i looked at so many things for inspo: crabs, spiders, human pelvises, centaur speculative biology, drider speculative biology, an introspective look at how much of a monsterfucker i am, etc. until i found something i was happy with. these are within the last few days. the lil sketches at the far bottom right of the first page are what i settled on. after that, i tinkered with how she looks with skirts vs no skirts---ignore the sword, it's no longer accurate to what it actually looks like, but that's endgame shit and no spoilers :)

i'm really happy with how she's turned out and i think she's kickass and awesome and i can't wait to beat her and saskia into the ground.

and then we have:

team gaslight gatekeep girlboss :)

i drew this last night!! really happy with how my art is coming along. i hesitated on whether to draw the skirts, because i think the spider legs are so fucking cool and i know logically the skirts are there but tbh its funner drawing the spider legs than the skirts :(

i want to make it very clear: belialah is submissive in the way a guard dog is submissive, to quote a post i once tagged as gilt and lost. belialah is loyal, devoted, willing to protect--but will wait for an order before acting

btw, to make something else clear: saskia? saw the demon form first. is more attracted to the demon form than the human form. is far more willing to smash with belialah in demon form. i love my weirdest little freak of a woman <3

ok that's all bye

#roselyn talks #roselyn's art #love and war #saskia tag #belialah tag #the empress and her shadow #please come talk to me about the worst women in the world i love them so #body horror #too many eyes #eyes cw #idk what to tag #sorry i forgot these initially i hope i got them in time :<

[basilone]

Because she is technically yours, I am going to ask you for Maggie Paquin and a kiss at war's end - but who she kisses is entirely up to you! Have fun!

Maggie, baby, it's been too long. I love her so very much, but she's absolutely more yours than mine at this point in time. 😉 But I'm really excited about this, and I hope I'm side-stepping your fic canon just a little here! (And thank you for letting me taking her for a spin!) You know who she kisses. You know it's gonna be Lieb. Here's how that happens! Want to send me a prompt like Merc did? Read the details here.

there's a light in everything

She should be glad. Should be joining in the smiles – under the shouts of how lucky are we! – and should definitely be making use of the last remnants of champagne. The thing is, and Maggie Paquin knows full well how utterly absurd this thing is, she’s not feeling very lucky. Or very thrilled.

Her shoulders hunch as she shoves her hands into her pockets. Her fingers close around a stray lighter and a packet of gum reflexively. She balls them into her fists, until the lighter chafes against her skin and the packet feels squishier than before. Her feet kick at the rocks that litter this side of the water, further out than their usual swimming-and-diving haunt.

At first, there’d been victory in Europe. Which had been more than fine, really, and the ensuing party had made up for any lingering doubts about it at the time. And she’d still had those doubts come in, alone, later on, staring up at the ceiling in a bedroom that was at least triple the size of what she had at home. Doesn’t know how anyone would not have them, not after everything.

It’d just been easier than victory in Japan is proving to be. After all, once the doubts had set in so had the information reels about the war over in the Pacific. She’d married her doubts to that – to the crabs, so many of them she thinks she could’ve set one on Webster every night and still have been overrun herself, and the flamethrowers – and it’d been all right to act nervous when even Captain Speirs had blinked faster than usual at what they were seeing. The war hadn’t been over after all – all those damn calisthenics they’d made them do, with Sarge gettin’ real antsy every time they got it wrong – and there was something reassuring about that.

Maggie takes aim at a particularly large rock. Kicks it so viciously that it rolls down ponk ponk splat straight into the water.

“I’d ask what that rock ever did to you, Packin’, but I don’t wanna get my shin kicked next. Fuck.”

She rolls her eyes before she realizes her back’s turned to him. “It’s not about the rock,” she bites out, casting a glance full of ire over her shoulder. Rolls her eyes again for good measure. “Your shin’s looking better to me by the minute.”

Joe Liebgott actually smirks at that. “Tempting, is it?”

“I’d kick it if I thought you’d survive the way it’d snap under you like a little twig.”

“Since when am I off the Lieb-must-die list?”

Maggie huffs out a breath. Clenches her fist so tightly around her lighter that she can feel the imprint it’s making in the palm of her hand. Since there are people that actually want you dead, she almost says, except she’s not that cruel and the world’s been unkind aplenty already.

“Dunno,” she shrugs instead, turning back to the water. “Guess since they told us we’re at peace now.”

“Are we?”

Maggie’s eyebrow raises imperceptibly when more rocks are kicked down to the water by feet other than her own. It’s a loaded question – are we at peace? – that she hasn’t got the faintest hope of answering. It’s like she’s in a tunnel, these days, one of those dark tunnels that’s barely got a light at the end, one that’s almost pressing in on her every time she tries to breathe. And she’s got trouble breathing now, doesn’t she, now that the soil’s come up to her mouth and the smoke feels like it’s never gonna clear her lungs and the light goes completely pale and there’s just no air and…

“Breathe, Packin’,” she hears as if through a fog. “Fuck. Breathe, come on”– and she knows it’s Lieb, knows it’s his hands on her upper arms and his breath on her face, but she’s all inhale and no exhale and feeling damn light-headed for it –“come on, Mags, don’t do this to me, fucking breathe.” And just like that, she’s bundled up against a very firm chest with arms closing in tight around her, so warm that she startles in a breath and exhales a hiccup instead. “There you go, that’s right, breathe already. Fuck.”

Joe Liebgott’s head rests atop her own as she shudders through the next breath, then the breath after that. She hiccups again upon the exhale, not burying it in his uniform fast enough if his sharp Mags is anything to go by. She’s heaving through her breaths now, heaving until her stomach joins the somersault her lower belly’s making, and he’s just standing here holding her like that’s a thing they do now. It’s never been a thing they do – aside from shoving each other and one unfortunate foxhole-share in the past – and it’s that fact alone that’s shaking her loose from the tunnel.

“If you wanted a hug,” she says, coughing now that he’s squeezing her even tighter, “you should’ve asked.”

“Right, yeah,” he huffs, “it’s about the hug.” She can practically feel his exasperation take up root in his belly, pressed against her like he is. “Sure, Mags, whatever.”

And she’s Mags now, like she’s sort-of been since things went to shit and they got round to talking about futures as if they had any. He skipped straight past Maggie and definitely shot straight past Paquin – she’d joked, once, about Marguerite being too much for his tongue to handle – and somewhere in between all the namecalling he’d decided to land on Mags.

“Joe,” she whispers, trying to answer in kind for reasons she can’t fully fathom, “you can let go now.”

He does, in a way, except his hands now come to rest warm on either side of her face and he’s still standing too close. His eyes are closed – like they’re stumbling around in the dark, like he’d still know her blind regardless – and his breath exhales out of him in shorter puffs than usual. He looks tired, this up close, strung out somehow, and there’s such an absence of joy that Maggie can’t help but step closer to.

It’s as if she’s trying to fill a void. Like this is what she can do, even though she’s much smaller than him and hasn’t a hope of filling up a space that big. Like this is what he lets her do – and he does, she realizes, when his hands land at the base of her neck – and like this can mean something.

Maggie lets go of the pack of gum in her pocket. Lets go of the lighter, too, and gives her left hand a little shake to clear the worst of its imprint. She doesn’t trust her hands to be soft, or gentle, or anything of the dainty sort. Doesn’t think it matters any now. It’s the end of war, and she knows they’ve both never been more afraid.

“I don’t wanna go home,” she says, casual as anything, adjusting his collar and brushing her knuckles against his jaw. “I don’t know. The girls keep talking about it. Keep asking me what I’m gonna do when I get back.” She shrugs. Bites her lip as her hand lands on his neck and stays there. “I haven’t a fucking clue.”

“Yeah,” he exhales, breath warm on her cheek. “Know the feelin’. Guess you could come live in the trunk of my cab.” He chuckles, low, not mean. “You’d fit.”

“Yeah? I have a big personality, Joe. Worth a passenger’s seat at least.”

His eyes crack open just a sliver, just enough. “You upgrading yourself already? Ungrateful, fuck.”

“I’m worth it,” she grins, prodding at his chest for emphasis. “You don’t even know.”

“Don’t I,” he starts, and –

She thinks he stoops down and kisses her, first. He thinks it was her, or so she learns later, stepping up on tiptoe and kissing him first. They’ll argue about it – she knows this even as she’s kissing him, kissing Joe – and they’ll bicker about who’s first just to find someone to blame for it. But there’s no blaming this, no blaming the fire that shoots through her at the surprised sound he makes when she doesn’t pull back, no blaming his hands going to her waist while she invites him closer.

It’s the goddamn end of war and I’m kissing Joe Liebgott, she thinks, filing it away as the one thing from this victory day she’ll never tell Niamh about.

“Mags,” he says, wondering.

She wants to bolt.

“Joe,” she says instead, and reaches up to mess with his hair just to start a fight. “You fucking moron.”

#joe liebgott #maggie paquin #joe x maggie #basilonefic #band of brothers

[spidergutz-writes]

Heyo! I have a bit of a strange ask, so I hope you don't mind. I have a skin condition where my skin his this red color to it, on my face it looks like a blush/feverishness, on my arms it looks like I took a too hot shower, but on my hands and arms it looks like a rash. it doesn't hurt and most times I don't notice it, but other people certainly do.

So, if it's not too specific, could I get some hc's for different bnha characters reacting a male reader who always hides it through hoodies, until one day it's pointed out at like a pool or something?

Omg bestie don’t worry I got you. No request is too much!! i Hope you enjoy this <3<3

(also I’m going on a whim and hoping that you don’t have a gender preference for the mha characters.)

No one never really took note of you wearing your hoodies and long sleeve shirts. They all just thought you were a cold person.

They never pushed you to take off anything, but part of them did wondered if it was cause you were cold or if there was something else.

well, lo and behold, that small part of them was right.

class 1A had invited you and a few other to the beach to the beach, wanting some time to relax, you agreed.

everyone was already out and about, swimming, building sand castles, or just laying about in the sun/shade

It took a moment, but you finally stepped out of the dressing room. Covering your eyes from the harsh sun, you can hear a familiar electrical boi gasp

denki is the one to point out how red your skin is, asking how your already sunburnt.

DENKI:

He didn’t mean to offend you. He just saw that your skin was just, really red

he thought you were sunburnt, like most of the others did.

”wha- y/n!! How are you already sunburnt!!”

he's already at your side, smiling and reaching a hand back to smack your shoulder, hoping to get a funny reaction

but, instead your confused, and now, so is he.

”…denki..I’m..im not sunburnt..”

he needs you to explain it at least twice.

It takes a minute for him to understand, but he will definitely apologize

will try to make you a weird sand castle with the some poorly written words scribbled next to it.

probably along the lines of “sorry for saying you looked like a cooked crab :’(“

MINA:

overheard denki pointing it out

speeds towards you with sunscreen and aloe Vera. she takes skin care very seriously!

Very confused when you stop her

”yeesh..doesn’t that sunburn hurt though?”

shocked gasp when you explain that your not in fact sunburnt, it’s just how your skin is.

apologizing 24/7

She feels bad.

she doesn’t do anything special to apologize other than constantly saying sorry.

will lather you in sunscreen though.

probably asks you a lot of questions

“does it hurt?”

thinks you guys match. And is very happy about it

SHINSOU

didn’t hear denki announce it. Instead he saw it himself.

didn’t really have an opinion on it

doesnt say much. Just really confused about your skin.

try’s not to be rude when asking “why the hell are you so red already”

After you explain it, he just kinda nods, before quietly apologizing

glaring at ANYONE who makes remarks about you.

might brainwash them if they’re rude enough

“they’re the ones that were being rude to you? Okay, gimmie a second, love”

feels bad for not noticing sooner.

BAKUGOU:

He was the second one to point it out.

scolding you almost instantly

stomping towards you

“WHAT THE- how the FUCK are you already sunburnt?”

stops the moment he takes a good look at you

takes a moment to calm himself down, and think, before asking about your skin

hes not entirely stupid. After he took a good look at you, he knew you weren’t sunburnt

once you explain it to him he just kinda shrugs and goes on about his day at the beach.

Harassed anyone who made comments about your skin.

JIRIO:

probably the nicest about it

shes also not stupid, there was no way you could already be sunburnt.

she worries though :(

“Oh my god. Y/n, are you okay?”

like shinsou, feels bad for not noticing sooner.

If you ever start to feel insecure while doing any activities like volleyball or swimming, she wouldn’t mind at all to just sit and talk in the shade, away from others.

so sweet about it. Always asking if your ok.

has a few questions

“What’s it like?”

hesitant to touch you, until you let her know it doesn’t hurt you at all.

These are all I could really manage for now. I wanted to get this out as soon as possible, and I’m so sorry for the wait

I’m studying/looking more into characters and trying to get a better feel for them. I may have gotten a little sloppy with Bakugou and I’m so sorry for that.

Please, as I’ve said in my other post, no matter how harsh, or small the constructive criticism you have, please tell me. It’s the only way I’ll be able to grow as a writer <3

I hope you enjoy!

I have not proofread, it’s 4am, I have work in two hours, please forgive me.

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