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celestiababie · 11 months

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svt reaction to accidentally overstimulating you until you squirt

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A/N: I'm going to assume that you meant this for svt since I pretty much only write for them at this point. If not, please send another specifying who it was for and I'll redo it. I didn't really edit this, so I'm sorry if it's shit. ANYWAYS, I hope you enjoy it!!! Feedback is appreciated!

Seungcheol: He'd instantly want to make you squirt again, but you'd make sure you had a breather before how tries again. Lowkey becomes obsessed with pushing you to your limits.

"Fuck Y/n, you're making such a mess for me, baby."

Jeonghan: Honestly, it would surprise him more than he'd care to admit. He was just focused on finger fucking you and didn't think he was doing anything extraordinary, but similar to Seungcheol...he'd want to see if you could do it again. Might become a menace in the process.

"You can do it again, right, angel? C'mon, give it to me." Ugh I can see the smirk on his face already.

Joshua: He'd honestly take a moment to process what just happened but would be so sweet if you got embarrassed because of what happened. He'd ask if it was too much and offer to change the sheets for you while you take a bath. But don't be fooled by his sweet response because he'd definitely bring it up again in innuendos and tease you for it in the future.

Jun: He isn't quite sure how it happened, but he seems like the kind of guy that would be into it already? But he just wouldn't mention it to you or try anything in particular to get you to squirt. But now that he knows it's possible...he'd ask to see if he can make you do it again.

Soonyoung: Gets really giddy over what just happened. So much so that he doesn't fully realize how spent you are and once he calms down a bit, he'd be rushing to give you the best aftercare in the entire world. Would be cuddling you and then all of a sudden ask you questions about it.

"Did you feel good?"

"It felt good, right?"

"We can do it again if you want."

Wonwoo: This man already researched and has the knowledge stored away in his brain somewhere. But, he would never intentionally try, he was just so lost in the look on your face and how much you were moaning that he wouldn't realize he was subconsciously doing those things he read about. If you were confused or embarrassed, he'd give you a brief (unnecessary) explanation as to why that happened. He'd be really into it and want to see if all the other methods he read about worked just as well.

Jihoon: Will write a song about wanting to drown in your love with the most innuendos you've ever seen. I'm kidding, mostly. No but in all seriousness, it would trigger a cockiness in him that would be so fucking attractive. Ugh whenever he felt like getting an ego boost from now on he'd just roll up his sleeves and finger fuck you until you're screaming his name and drenching his fingers.

Dokyeom: I see him as someone who's normally sweet and very intimate during bed so he would be so entranced in the feeling that he wouldn't realize he was overstimulating you until he felt an unfamiliar pressure around his cock that would force him to pull out and thus causing you to squirt. Man would be silent, wide eyed in SHOCK, but still so turned on and desperate to cum for you that he'd ask if you wanted to keep going.

Mingyu: He's very eager to please and often gets lost in the undeniably incredible feeling of making his favorite person feel good so I'm not surprised he overstimulates you fairly often. But when he makes you squirt for the first time, it would trigger the curious experimentalist in him. After you fall asleep (after much needed aftercare) he would be on his phone all night to look up more ways to make you squirt and tell you all about his findings in the morning with the most excited look on his face.

Minghao: I think he's very in tune with his body as well as his lover's body so I find it surprising if he accidentally overstimulated you...he's too aware for that...but he would caress your body after making you squirt, trying to calm your body and bring you back down to earth with him. He'd give you all the time you needed to stop shaking from the aftershocks of pleasure, whispering loving and soothing words throughout the entire time. I feel like he'd really be into observing what his partner looks like when they cum and after they cum.

Seungkwan: Tries to be nonchalant and act like what just happened didn't boost his ego massively but you could see him literally grinning to himself as he cleaned the sheets. Will definitely want to make you do it again another time but is slightly nervous he just got very lucky and won't be able to move his fingers the same way.

Vernon: "Oh wow." That's it. Kidding (not really) This man would be so frozen just staring at the mess while you tried to calm down. You'd finally noticed him staring and if you started apologizing it would immediately break him out of whatever spell he was under and he'd reassure you that he found it hot...like really hot. Kind of a new fetish for him.

Chan: Becomes an annoying menace who thinks he's a sex god, but it's okay because he's really hot when he's confident and feeling himself. Would tease you for it in the future and probably bring it up when you're being intimate.

"Wait, should we lay down a towel? You made such a mess last time, babe."

A fairly reasonable question, but the smirk he'd have on his face would reveal his true intentions.

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13as07 · 3 months

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Motherhood

(Kakashi Hatake)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to Garajiru]

Requested by: Myself

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[Idea inspired by Criminal Minds - Garcia and Derek; Season 8, Episode 11]

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My whole body aches as I walk across the grassy field of the Third Training Ground. I'll never understand why Kakashi insists on training so far away from the main parts of the village. Well... I do understand. Despite how he comes off, he is a very sentimental person.

Pain sizzles across my rib cages, a side effect from littered stitches across my skin. I'm never going to hear the end of it when Kakashi finds out.

I should wait until he's done training with his students. I know he's a personal guy and I get it, especially with our line of work, but I want to see him. The burning need for him has been clawing at my heart for the past week. That burning only grew once the stab wounds registered in my head, and somehow became even heavier as needles were being threaded through me to close my wounds. He's going to be pissy or at least off his game when I find him, but that's okay. I know he'll smooth himself out.

As if the universe wants to apologize, a mix of 'why's', groans, and 'Sensei!'s fill the meadow. I can feel a smile perk up at the sounds.

I've heard a lot about my husband's little genins; Sasuke the Uchiha boy who shows great potential if he could get over his attitude, Naruto the chakra-packed spaz-ball who dreams of being Hokage, and Sakara the kunoichi with impressive chakra control who's just a little too distracted by Sasuke.

My smile only grows as the big blob of my husband and his three little blobs fall into my sight. The yellow and orange blob - I think that one is Naruto - is bobbing up and down. What a cute little jumping bean; well jumping blob.

Despite the burning across my sides, I hurry up my pace to get to Kakashi faster.

Once I can make out the details of my dotting husband, the burning in my heart starts cooling off. God, I miss him so much when we're apart. The seemingly unreachable retirement in our future sounds so good right now.

"Calm down, guys. It's just a progress exercise," Kashi's voice rings out, paired with the soft clinking of the bells wrapped around his belt loop. Before I left he mentioned redoing the bell test with his genins to check how they've improved. I guess today is the day.

"Oh, come on Kakashi-Sensei! Do you have to? We all know I'm already the best, do you really have to double-check it?" Blondie whines as he messes with his headband. That is definitely the spaz-ball.

"Being less sucky than Sakura doesn't make you the best," the raven-haired boy mumbles, arms crossed over his chest as he glares at Naruto.

Sasuke's eyes catch me for a second before he glances at his Sensei for guidance. Said Sensei hasn't caught wind of me yet, curtsy of his back being turned towards me with his students facing the both of us.

Sakura's face sinks at her crush's words before a closed-eyes smile crosses her face. "I think it'll be fun to do the bell exercise again, Sensei!" When her eyes snap open, they catch on me too, just like the Uchiha did a second ago. Unlike the boy though, her face scrunches up as she stays focused on me. "Sensei-"

I jump forward, arms wrapping around my husband. I immediately regret it when my stitches come into rough contact with Kakashi's vest. A pain-filled whine slips out as I bury my head between his shoulder blades. "That hurt," I whine again, softly digging my fingertips into his stomach.

"Then maybe don't do that," Kash teases, his smile slipping through his words.

My head lifts before falling back down, softly headbutting his back. "Don't be mean."

A soft chuckle fills the air, spilling out from my husband. The sound fills me with warm, the good love-filled kind instead of the longing kind of heat. "My little crybaby," he mumbles, shifting in my hold so my head is against his chest instead of his back. "Why are you being such a crybaby?"

"I'm not being a crybaby," I bite back but it comes out as a pout instead of the strong 'don't fuck with me' attitude I was trying to have.

"Aww, now you're being pouty," he continues to tease as his hands slide under my shirt.

Despite his teasing tone, everything else about Kakashi is serious. His hands are soft and nimble as he rubs them over my skin, checking for new wounds from my mission. His eye repeatedly scanning me, looking for obvious wounds and any sign of real distress.

"I might have had a not-so-perfect mission," I mumble, glancing behind him at his students. They're all looking at each other in confusion, hushed whispers - and Naruto's failing attempt at being quiet - being passed between them.

"What does that mean?" Kashi asks, his fingers light as he comes into contact with my wrappings.

It's taken some practice, but I can see the small cracks in his calm composure. His eyebrows are ever so slightly pushed forward, jaw locked almost unnoticeably under his mask, eye slightly wider than normal, and a drop of worry hidden in his words. From an outsider, he'd look as calm as ever, but not to me. I can see the storm brewing under it.

"I was stabbed a couple of times but it's not that big of the deal. No casualties and my squad came out less harmed than me, so over all a good mission."

Another slip of composer; his fingers stiffing a bit as he dips them under the bandages. "I can't believe you were stabbed," he whispers, face inching closer to me so I can pick up on the soft volume.

I feel bad about not being able to wait to see him. I know it's difficult for him to keep his composure when I'm hurt, and even more difficult when we're around people because he's worried his composure will slip.

"I got stabbed in my vest," I mumble back, wrapping my hands slightly around his arms before I stand up a bit straighter. I use the extra height to nuzzle myself against his cheek. "It's just a couple of stitches, I'm okay."

"Why don't they make better vests?" Kash mumbles to himself more than me, his focus on his hands as if he could see them through my shirt.

His breath has picked up too, fingers not so light as they cling to my wrappings. My poor anxiety-filled husband is getting into his head way too much. "They're not stabproof. It's like when your watch gets wet and stops working. That's water resistant not waterproof. They need to make our vests knife-proof. They should-"

"I... am... fine..." I breathe out, following each word with a kiss. First to his reviled eye, then to his cheek at the edge of his mask, and lastly, a light one against his masked lips.

"I know but-"

My hands dip further down his arms, tugging my shirt up gently so the edge of my bandages is exposed. "See? I'm fine?" I tease a bit, dipping my head behind his ear before pressing another soft kiss into him.

When I fall back into place, Kakashi's eye is dancing over the edge of my wrap, fingers lightly dancing over my skin again. A barely visible pink pokes out from his mask. My partner might be a very composed man, but he's still a man. One that falls victim to the shaping of my waist, especially when it's empathized by a skirt or crop top; or bandages in this case.

"It's just a couple of stitches," I repeat before dropping my hands back to my sides, my shirt following pursuit.

"How... how, um..." Kakashi's flustered state is adorable, the pink getting deeper and his eye still locked in please even though his favorite sight is gone. "How long do you need to be taped up like this?"

"I don't know. A couple of days maybe," I answer, letting my own eyes wander over him. I'm as pleased to look over Kashi's body as he is to look over mine; though his v-line is my favorite part. A soft hum comes from him, his body going back to his actual calmness instead of his fake composure. "You relaxed now?" I tease, pulling away from his touch.

"Ya, I'm relaxed now," he husks out, stepping forward in a slow attempt to chase me.

"Sensei!" All three of his students call, pulling my husband back down to Earth.

I think he missed me as much as I missed him. The thought makes me happy, tugging another small smirk to my face.

"Students!" He calls, eye going wide as he looks at me. Perhaps Kakashi doesn't want me around his students because I'm too much of a distraction. Oh well, one day of distraction won't hurt. "Students," he repeats, turning away from me to face the children he's responsible for.

"Sensei, who's the cute lady?" Naruto asks, his eyes wide as well as he looks over me.

"Um..."

"You can call me Mrs. Hatake!" I chirp out, sidestepping Kashi so his students can see me better.

"She's not even that good-looking," the little emo boy says, rolling his eyes at Naruto's compliment.

"And you're not as badass as you think you are," I respond, tone still chirpy as I smile at the Uchiha.

"Maybe let's not insult Sensei's girlfriend," Sakura pipes in, sending a glare at her heartthrob.

"Wife," Kakashi corrects, a small smile on his face. My heart jumps a bit at the word. I don't think I'll ever get used to him calling me his wife.

"Wife?!" They all call out, surprise on their face as they look at me.

"Wife," Kashi repeats, tugging his glove off his left hand before grabbing at mine. He holds up our hands, showing off our matching wedding bands to his students.

The bands are basic but cute; black with blue lightening strips through them. Gai teases that Kakashi had them made this way to mimic his Chidori as a fail-proof claim to me. I don't mind the teasing, I find it adorable that Kashi wants people to know for certain that he's my husband. What better way to do that than marking me with his personal ninjutsu?

"You... are married to someone like that?" His kunoichi asks, face scrunched up in disbelief.

"Is that supposed to be an insult, Sakura?" Kash asks, his face still covered in a smile as he wiggles his glove back on.

"No, you're just so..." she makes another face, causing a laugh to brew in my chest. "And she's so pretty."

"You're pretty too, Sakura. I like the color of your hair," I answer, sending the kid a compliment back. Her face shifts to a smile instead of the previous face of disbelief. Good, I'm making a good impression on my husband's students.

"You know Sakura's name?!" Naruto asks, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

I hum a yes, turning my attention to him. "I know your name too, Naruto, and I know Mr Moody over there is Sasuke."

Naruto - somehow - beams even more with happiness, and Sasuke's face scrunches in disapproval. "How do you know our names?" The ball of chakra asks, his in-place bouncing shifting to actual bouncing.

"Because she's a jounin, duh. Do you ever use your head Naruto?" Mr Moody asks, paired with another eye roll.

"Actually, I'm just a chunin. I'm not as skilled as your Sensei," I correct, sending Naruto a soft smile of reassurance.

"Like a C-level chunin or a B-level chunin?" Sasuke asks, his attention finally caught.

"Usually B-leveled but I do take C-level missions on occasion."

"You just got back from a mission, ya?" He asks, body language opening up some. I'm three for three in the student department. That is a solid win.

"Yes, I did. Maybe we can talk about it over some food, hm?" I gently push, sending Kakashi a sheepish smile. I know he's going to give me what I want; he always does, but I should have asked him privately before bringing it up to his students.

On the other hand, Kakashi is out of his groove so I'm sure his students are out of a training mindset as well. Some food would help set them back on track, maybe. Probably not, but I want to get to know his students a little more. After all, they're a big part of his life, which makes them a big part of my life.

"Really?! Can we, Sensei? Can we? Can we? Can we?" Naruto cheers, running circles around Kash as he pleads.

"Alright, alright!" He calls, stopping Naruto in his tracks. "We can take a small break and go eat at Ramen Ichiraku, but as soon as we're done eating we are doing the bell test. Y/N can't wiggle you guys out of that," Kashi answers, sending me a warning look, telling me to not even try to stop their testing again after we eat.

"Yes!" Naruto cheers, darting in the direction of the village's main road.

Sasuke rolls his eyes again but follows after his squad mate, his pace notably slower than Naruto's. Sakura follows suit, trying her best to get Sasuke to promise to sit next to her. He is having none of it though, at least not until Naruto offers to sit next to her. Then he seems a little more interested in the offer. The little Uchiha boy takes after his Sensei more than he knows.

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"That sounds so cool," Naruto yells around a mouth full of noodles. I'll have to send Iruka a passing comment about his kid's lack of table manners. Despite that, Naruto is still adorable and the cutest little fuzz-ball I've ever met.

"Didn't feel cool when I was getting stitched up," I reply a small chuckle following my words.

"If you can take the cut, you can take the stitch," Kakashi teases despite the tighter grip he has on my hand under the table. Mr. Play-It-Cool isn't as laid back as he's pretending.

"What about you guys? You just got back from the Village hidden in the Mist, ya?" I push gently, trying to change the subject. I can almost hear the 'thank you' brewing in my husband's throat, even if he'd never voice it. The relaxed fingers tangled in mine are enough of an approval. "That must have been fun."

"It was alright," Sasuke mumbles, chopsticks messing with his noodles. Little Moody isn't as good at playing off his emotions as his Sensei.

"You got your second tomoe, right?" I try again, turning my focus to Sasuke. He's a closed-off one, just like Kakashi... and his brother.

The Uchahi's eyes go a bit wide before his full attention is on me. "Um... ya, I guess."

"You guess? I feel like that's something you would know."

"I did, ya," he mumbles before turning his attention back to his bowl.

"Well, that's quite the accomplishment. Your father would be proud."

I should not have said that. Sasuke's grip on his chopsticks tightens, head snaps back up, glare directed at me, as he pushes himself to his feet. The stool he was standing on clinks to the ground, making Sakura jump. It would be a cute scene if the Uchahi didn't have murder in his eyes.

"And what do you know about my father? Nothing. Just like you know nothing about me, so stop trying to be a mother hen. I don't need you to be one, neither does Naruto or Sakura, so knock it off. And while you're at it stop pretending you know anything about the sharingan too, cause you don't."

A soft smile sits on my face as I look over Sasuke. He reminds me so much of Kakashi, right down to the similar anger they have. The only difference is I managed to get Kashi to process his anger for the death of his loved ones.

"Are you done?" I ask gently, ignoring the feeling of Kakashi repeatedly squeezing my hand under the table. That, and the stare he's burning into me.

"Yes," the Uchiha hisses out, eyes squinting in anger.

"Well, first, information on anything - sharingan included - is available at the library. Second, your Sensei has a sharingan so I know a good deal about it. Third, there's a difference between me wanting to get to know you and me wanting to mother you. Fourth, I did meet your father quite a few times before his death so I can say for certain that you were one of his pride and joys."

"Oh," is the only answer I get back, but I don't mind since it seems my speech worked. Sasuke is still a bit on edge but his body language relaxes a bit before he picks his stool back up. I'll count that as a win. What a little spitfire.

The feeling of Kakashi's hold on my hand tightens again, pulling me out of the situation. I turn my attention to him, being met with a soft masked smile. Flowers of love blossom in my chest at the sight. God I love this man, and our little make-shift family. Maybe Sasuke is right, maybe I am accidentally trying to mother my husband's students.

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"Hatake!" A voice rings out, pulling my attention away from Gai. I've spent the day helping him train his students, aka being an example dummy for new taijutsus he wants to show his genins. It's not all bad, he promised me dinner to "ease my bruises".

"Yes?" I call back, glancing at Gai and his students before turning towards the noise.

Gai's mini-me - Lee - is beaming with joy as he races past me. "If it isn't my greatest competitor for Sakura's heart!" He yells, falling back into his defensive pose. I swear this new generation of Shinobis is just packed full of energy.

Sasuke makes a face at Lee before turning his attention to me. "Sensei wants you," he murmurs before turning in his heels.

I shoot Gai an apologetic smile before heading off after the Uchahi. It's funny watching him trying to stay a step or two ahead of me. Given, that it doesn't last long, him falling back to a normal pace.

Most of the walk is uneventful, nothing more than silence and eye daggers being thrown at me. "I don't like you," Sasuke finally says once we get to the outer fields of the village.

"Well, I don't like you either," I shoot back, trying to keep the smile off my mouth.

Once again Sasuke makes a face, this time in surprise instead of disgust like earlier. "You can't say that to me."

"And yet, I did," I answer, letting the smirk settle on my face.

"You have an attitude problem."

"I'm copying you, so maybe you have an attitude problem."

Another face, this time leaving him as the spitting image of his mother. It's always surprised me how much Sasuke looks like his mom. Will Kashi and my child look that much like me? Or take after their father? I hope they at least get their father's Shinobi skills. Though, children can't be something I think of right now. Kakashi has his hands full as is.

Once again silence falls between the genin and I, but this time it's a comfortable silence instead of the anger brewing one from before. As we walk, Sasuke occasionally bumps into me, his nose scrunching up each time followed by a couple of side steps away from me. Despite his efforts, the little Uchahi keeps hovering back to my side and continues to bump into me. It's good to know under all the brewing, Sasuke is still a child.

"Look!" Naruto's voice echoes across the empty field, his blob coming into view again. "Lady Hatake!" He screams, dragging out my Clan name as he races across the field, Sakura in tow but she's screaming for Sasuke instead of me.

"Naruto!" I call back, bracing myself for impact. Despite my preparation, I still end up taking a step or two back when Naruto's body collides with mine. His limbs stab into me in a few different places, bones colliding against my own along with my stitches. I suck in the hiss of pain trying to slide out as I hold on to the small boy.

"Naruto," Sasuke hisses out, dagger eyes back on his face. "Be careful. Hatake is still hurt, dumbie." An eye roll is paired with the end of his sentence, along with a disappointed tongue click.

"Oh, right. Sorry Lady Hatake."

"It's all right," I hum, straightening the boy before letting him go. "What are you guys working on?"

"Chakra control! Which I'm doing awesome at, by the way," Sakura answers, a proud smile across her face. I can't help but smile too at how proud she is of herself. My husband does have some good genins.

"Hello," Kakashi's voice rings out, pulling my attention away from his students, but not for long.

"Nah-uh! You get her all to yourself all the time Sensei, wait your turn!" Naruto barks, a sorry attempt at a glare on his face. "Guess what Lady Hatake!"

"What?" I ask, glancing down at the chakra ball before looking back at my husband. He's beaming - well beaming as much as he lets himself outside of the safety of our house.

"I tried a new ramen last night!"

"Oh ya?" My empty question is followed by a twenty-minute conversation about some spicy ramen Naruto tried. It's also filled with Sakura reminding him that he's stupid and Sasuke's disapproval being openly shared.

"Okay, that's enough about your dinner, Naruto," Kashi pipes up, cutting Naruto off. "You can have her back in a minute. Go... see who can hang upside longest." He mumbles, shrugging towards the tree a couple of feet away.

"It's totally going to be me," Naruto cheers, running off towards the tree.

"No way I'm going to let you beat me!" Sasuke yells, dashing after his squad mate, Sakura hot on his heels.

The thought of children crawls back into my head. I already adore Kash's students, I can only imagine how much I'd adore our children.

"Hey, Kash-"

"Love-"

Silence follows our accidental overlap, before being chased away by both of us chuckling. "What were you going to say?" I ask, soaking in my husband's appearance. No matter how many times or how long I look at him, Kakashi is always the most handsome man in the world.

"I think we should go to dinner tonight," he answers, glancing at his students. As ordered, all three are hanging upside down like bats. Though, Sakura looks tired so the competition will probably end up being between the boys.

"Why's that?" I ask my attention also on the genins. My chest bubbles with joy as I watch the boys try to tug each other off the branches.

"I want to talk about having a baby."

"What?" The word is torn from my lungs as my head flips back to Kakashi.

He's stood there, arms crossed and a faint smile under his mask. "I want to have a baby." He repeats, my head spinning a bit. Maybe he's more prepared for a child than I thought.

"Kash-" I start again, but end up getting cut off for the second time today.

"Naruto is cheating!" Sakura yells, waving her hands around to try and get Kakashi's attention.

"I'll see you tonight. Naruto! Knock it off!" My eyes trail after him as I watch his path toward his students. The idea of motherhood seemed so lovely a second ago, but now? It's terrifying.

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cleolinda · 6 months

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"Strength (Bell Donner Gives Her Word)"

I posted this short story on LJ back in 2007, and I said I'd repost it here for Halloween. I did an audio reading 15 (!) years ago that I'd like to redo in better quality in the near future; I'm also curious to see what it would sound like now that I'm the age I imagined the main character to be. This version is lightly revised, but the story is mostly the same.

That fall a number of people in Chesterville were mauled to death by some kind of wild dog or coyote—the kind that apparently wasn’t too afraid to go right up to people as they took out their trash at night, or let their own tame, domestic dog out not too long after dawn. But it was a small town out in the sticks, verging on farm territory: quiet. Not like a wild animal was marauding up and down Times Square or anything. Not like it was in plain view. So people just started being more careful—not venturing out alone until midday, or not venturing out at all without a loaded shotgun—and things were all right for a while. Then, in late October, the animal came back, and this time, someone survived.

An old lady by the name of Edna Mayhew—well, yes, she lost her arm from the elbow down, but she came out of it a damn sight better than any of those who’d come before her. And she said that it was a wolf, definitely a wolf, but it had come at her on two legs, and when she had smacked it in the face with a veiny little fist, it had held her down with two arms and bitten her forearm clean off. The only thing that saved her, she declared, was her neighbor Bill “Thursday” Thurston, who had heard her screaming and come out with both barrels blazing. He claimed that the thing he saw ran away on four legs, but that it was, in fact, Goddamn Huge. This was about the time that that new photo of Bigfoot lumbering around on all fours came out, which several professors and scientists swore up and down was just a bear with mange. Eddie at the Red Brick printed out the picture and taped it up by the bar, and the next time Thursday came in for a beer, he said, yeah, the thing he chased off Miz Mayhew kinda looked like that. Maybe it was a wolf with mange. Mange was a terrible thing, after all. He’d managed to hit it with at least one shot, though, so he didn’t think it’d trouble people too much after that.

So, going into November, that was where things stood. Whatever it was, it had mange, and it had probably gone off and died quiet somewhere. Bell Donner wasn’t terribly worried about it when she went outside one morning to get more wood for her kiln. She threw artisan pottery out on a little farm a few miles to the west of Chesterville anyway; every week or so, she’d go into town for groceries, mail out her online orders, maybe stop at the Brick for a burger and a drink, and hear what was to be heard. She had little to tell about herself, but folks like to tell their stories, and she knew Miz Mayhew from the post office. She learned that people were keeping their guns out, their doors locked, and their pets inside; she heard the recitation of tales. But whatever the thing that Bill Thurston shot had been, it and its mange were not likely to bother Bell. Or so she thought, until that morning when she was piling kindling into the crook of her arm, looked up, and saw it standing at the edge of the yard.

It didn’t have a human face, but it was standing—on two long, lanky legs that curved back into hocks like a dog’s. One—arm?—was held close to its belly. Probably protecting wherever Thursday shot it, thought Bell, her brains feeling thick and logy. That was the best reaction she could dredge up: Yeah, six-foot man-shaped wolf thing hunched over in my yard, probably not feeling too good right now. It didn’t have a human face, but it did have a very human expression—desperate, she thought, and cranky. Maybe resentful, even. And hungry.

Bell put down her armful of kindling and picked the axe back up.

The thing staggered forward a step or two. It was still a good twenty feet away.

“Go on, now,” she said. “Get. Ain’t nothin’ here you want.”

The thing gazed at her, its eyes watching the axe; it almost seemed to—calculate? She’d seen it, after all, and it was hungry. A human murderer wouldn’t have let her live, and this wasn’t even human.

Bell hardened her voice and rode over a quaver like it was a speedbump: “Go on now. I won’t tell nobody if you just go.” It was on the tip of her tongue to offer it some food—she had a pot roast from the other night, and she was still knee-deep in leftovers—and then she thought, You dumbass, you feed it once and you’ll never get rid of it. “G’on now,” she said, her hands tight on the axe handle. “Just get. You got my word. I won’t tell nobody.”

It was still standing there, reckoning. And then it stepped back, making a tactical withdrawal into the brush at the back of the yard. She saw it drop back down on four legs and lope away awkwardly towards the thicket out behind the farm, a scrubby bit of forest that led into some of the foothills. Probably some good caves in there, she thought. The wolf-thing wasn’t the only one out there who could calculate. And when the attacks started in Chesterville again, and then moved a bit north—northeast of Bell’s farm, and then back down to Chesterville, and then southeast of her farm, and then back to town again—she knew it was being careful. It knows better than to shit where it eats, she thought to herself. Or eat where it slept, more precisely, but the saying held the same. There were some people at the sheriff’s office who probably would have given a lot to know about a thicket in the foothills west of Chesterville, particularly since Edna Mayhew was still the only survivor. But Bell Donner had given her word; she valued her word almost as much as she valued her life, and they were pretty much the same thing in this case, she decided. After all, it’s one thing to know where something lives. It’s another when something knows where you live, and a deal was a deal where Bell Donner came from.

#my writing #first look on patreon #ye olde livejournal #fiction #werewolves #spooky season

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totallynotthedarkreunion · 3 months

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I have some papa headcannons guys.

Baby's first semi-coherent thought!!! Under the break

Peemo

I don't think about Primo all that much because I know like nothing about him but I like to think that before he was introduced as frontman the ghouls were passing around a rumor that he wasn't like a chill satanist (?) And he like sacrificed babies and stuff. Of course none of that was true but he was still feared until they actually met him and when he wasn't like they thought he was they were all like what the hell. Who are you

The rumors probably arose (along with this HC) from his song lyrics being significantly more Satan-centralized than Nihil's. Like idk if anybody noticed but in comparison to the other albums, Opus basically sounds like "SIX SIX SIX SATAN SATAN SATAN" and honestly I'm here for it

Secondo

Bro definitely has descendants on every continent. I don't think we talk enough about how Terzo is more of a whore in theory but Secondo is a whore in practice. He's just too grumpy to talk about it but he'll sing

Also his ghouls had an obsession with slapping his bald head. Probably part of the reason he was always so grumpy

I feel like he also has asthma and snores loud af when he sleeps. Also he plays golf. My bio teacher said for Christmas he gives people golf clubs that are exactly his size even if they don't play golf so that he can just use them. Secondo would do the same thing

And since infestissumam is about the current presence of Satan I feel like he's the kind of guy to just never think about the past or future. Not in the way that he makes bad decisions (well maybe partially considering the first bullet) but he never talks about what he's going to do after retirement or the history of the ministry, he's focused on the now. Just a thought

Terzo

Okay so. I have a feeling that Terzo despised his big brother. He was like "this bitch doesn't just have a stick up his ass he has the whole tree". So when the mask miscommunication happened I imagine Terzo having his face painted five minutes before the show and when he looks in the mirror to see it looks a little too much like secondo he's all like "what. I need to look cooler than him, can you redo it" and the makeup artist is like you have five minutes. It's this or nothing. So Terzo went on stage anyway and he felt like an absolute fool.

Also because of the title of his album I think about his goals for the band, and usually the thoughts come in the form of a conversation with Omega. They're just chilling one night together while Terzo is still a cardinal and Terzo just out of the blue goes "Omega. I'm going to help this band touch the heavens. We're going to be the best we've ever been when I'm Papa." And Omega is like aw you're adorable now get some sleep you need a nap. But terzo is verging on obsession with being the greatest, grandest, and most lovable and admirable papa there ever was, and he ends up achieving it with such ease that even the ghouls' jaws are on the floor.

Copia

I think sometimes maybe Copia never really wanted to be a Cardinal because of the work that comes with it. He likes to procrastinate and stuff so a governmental-esque job where he has to be motivated and actually do stuff doesnt really suit him very well. He was raised to be a member of the Clergy and didn't realize he had a choice until it was too late. But luckily, once he becomes the frontman of the band, even if it's to Nihil's chagrin, he starts to find joy in his profession with his performances and such.

Anyway that's it. Thanks bye

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost the band #papa emeritus #papa terzo #papa primo #papa secondo #papa popia #cardinal copia #papa nihil #the nameless ghouls

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divergent-paths · 3 months

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First things first, I'm very grateful there's still interest in my older work. I'm so happy my characters and art have people hungry for more! To address the issue of finishing the comicking, there's a few things making it difficult, but it probably isn't super interesting to a lot of people, so I've put in it the cut below. tldr; it would need a redo from scratch in order to post because reasons.

In an OCT (original character tournament), the work is heavy on the use of other people’s OCs, and with that, there's implied permission to use those OCs, but only within the confines of the OCT. This means that for a number of the OCs in the final round's draft, that permission is definitely invalid this many years passed, and they need to be completely edited out of the draft.

Secondly, on where to post, ughghhh, I really, REALLY do not want to go back to deviantart. When I said I was done with that hellhole, I meant it, and I genuinely haven't gone back, but... that does kinda mean I'm still without a good art 'home' as it were making it difficult to choose where to post anything. There's not really any site out there that comfortably caters to such a wide range of posting, styles, themes, etc, I've never exactly stuck to a single niche that the bigger art sites want.

Next up, I also don't feel like what I had was actually any good, and it wouldnt've been something I'd be proud/happy to post because my pacing was garbage, the writing focused too much on irrelevancies, and the art in progress was lackluster, so I'd probably need to just scrap what I have entirely so I can write a new ending that's self-contained as well as something I can be happy with in the future too.

While at the time of writing I haven't yet played the Blueberry part of the ScarVio DLC, I have seen that there is a curious little device allowing players to possess their Pokémon, in a manner of speaking. It's certainly a ways off from where we're at with posting right now, but that might be the best place to bring up Alex's past adventure in Lato and how it concluded. Food for thought at least.

For everyone who made it here, thank you for reading my thoughts about this, I appreciate that people care about my characters enough to ask such questions. I hope in the meantime you also still enjoy the current story we're on, even if Alex is an absolutely horrible teenager to watch. :'D

#character qna #ajks #lato league #op art talk

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okwritingandpain · 6 months

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Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da: The Beatles x Reader

Chapter 6

The next few days were plenty boring. The boys didn't have a gig for a while, so Y/N didn't see them a ton. She decided to try and immerse herself in the 1960s culture. If she could understand what was big and how people talked in the 60s she could fit in better. The first thing she needed to do was get a job. She had to pay rent at some point. She began to prepare for her day, wearing her best-looking clothing and putting her hair up. Locking up her apartment, she headed down the street to find any shop looking for employees. It wasn't long before she found that a local record store needed a typist to keep track of their new album shipments. It was perfect. She walked into the shop.

"Mornin' Madame!" The shopkeeper waved at her. He was young and had a fag in his mouth. He had brown hair with dark blue eyes.

"Morning!" She smiled back, heading to the counter. "I'm here to apply for the typist job. You have a sign in the window."

"Ah! Typist job, aye? Let me see..." He looked at a checklist under the counter. "I just have a few questions."

"Fire away." She smirked. He went down his list of questions that Y/N answered to the best of her ability. When they were over the man smiled.

"I think you may have a new job in the future." He winked, "The name's Scott by the way." He stuck his hand out for a shake. She took it gratefully.

"Y/N." She replied with a smile. He took a big whiff of his fag.

"You can start tomorrow at 8." He wrote down anything she needed to know. "Can't wait to see a new face around here. It's only me you see."

"Well, now you have me." She walked towards the entrance.

"I get some eye candy for a few hours." He muttered and she rolled her eyes. All she needed was money and now she had it. Now, what could she do? Go to a club or two, shop, or maybe even look for a better home. She was getting too ahead of herself. She decided to go to the jeweler, mostly just to look around. It made her feel rich and important. Plus, she had nothing else to do. She walked in and was greeted by the employees. Looking around, she saw a beautiful set of rings.

"Pretty aren't they?" A familiar voice said. She turned around to see Ringo behind her. He had a cheeky smile.

"Hey, Ringo!" She waved at him. He took her hand and kissed it. She blushed. That was very forward.

"Are you looking at rings too?" He asked with a hint of curiosity. She nodded.

"Just looking." She replied. A clerk soon came up to them.

"Buying a ring for the pretty lady?" He asked.

"No, no, no..." Y/N said quickly. Ringo chuckled to himself.

"If she likes." He said, motioning towards Y/N.

"I-I'm fine, but thanks, Ringo..." She had a nervous smile.

"Are you sure?" He asked, a glint in his eyes.

"Definitely." She responded. He shrugged and asked the clerk about any of their new ring collections. How ironic. None of the selections interested Ringo and he walked back over to her not long after.

"Got any plans later?" He asked with a smirk. She shook her head. A night out with Ringo could be fun.

"Why?" She asked with a slight smile.

"I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to the local club." He chirped. Local club? That could be fun.

"Well, I would be honored." She replied, clapping her hands together childishly.

"Great! I'll see you at your apartment at 4?" He asked.

"Sounds good." She smiled. The two split off after that. Y/N headed home to get ready. John was right. She had made her way around the entire band. What would old Paul think when she got distracted by his and his friends' younger selves? She decided to not dwell on the matter since it was one more night of fun...that was her decision. One more night and then she would get serious about trying to keep them together. Y/N took some time to redo her hair and change into new clothing. She did this early so she could spend some time working on something else. The apartment she arrived at had a piano. It was elegant with brown wood and glimmering white keys. She sat down. There was one song she remembered how to play. Her hands danced along the keys.

"Imagine there's no Heaven..."

The piano sang with notes that she harmonized with.

"It's easy if you try..."

It reminded her of the story she had started writing before.

A Tale of a Lone Pianist

She had lost the writing she had started before. Then again...she could start again...she got up and grabbed some paper. Her pen wrote words she would never forget, especially now. It wasn't long before she was interrupted by a knock. She opened the door and saw Ringo dressed in rocker-style clothing. He looked like he was going to burst with excitement.

"Hey, Y/N! You ready to go?" He asked with a goofy grin.

"Of course!" She smiled. He took her arm and they left the apartment building. It wasn't long until they came upon the club. Ringo quickly went in dragging Y/N behind him. He was like a little kid in a candy shop.

"Wait here." He said once they made it to where everyone was standing waiting for that night's band to perform. She shrugged and ordered a drink from the bartender. She hadn't had alcohol much before (mostly because she was underage) but tonight she felt like letting loose a little.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! Tonight we have some special guests here to perform for you!" An announcer boomed from the stage. Everyone in the room cheered. Where was Ringo? "Our first performance tonight is by the one and only Ringo Starr!" Everyone clapped and Y/N's eyes grew wide with shock. He was performing? She heard the drumming begin and Ringo began to sing:

"Every time I see your face. It reminds me of the places we used to go. All I've got is a photograph. And I realize you're not coming back anymore."

This was one of her favorite Ringo Starr songs. It was funny in its own way because all he had was the singing and the drum part written. Some people were whispering to each other because it didn't sound complete. Y/N loved it though. Ringo made eye contact with Y/N a couple of times, giving her a smile. She could tell that he knew that no one really liked it, but the genuine smile she gave him made it worth the while. The song came to a close and Ringo took a bow. He came down from the stage and bought himself a drink.

"Did you like the song?" He asked, taking a sip of his drink. She nodded.

"Best show of the night!" Y/N cheered.

"First show of the night." He replied.

"Exactly." She smirked, wandering over to the dining area in the next room. They got a table together.

"Do you come here often?" Y/N asked Ringo who kept taking glances at the people in the other room.

"Only to perform. I could never afford half of this, but one night won't hurt me too badly." Ringo replied with a fake smile.

"I got a job today. I can pay you back--"

"No, no this is my treat!' He retorted as the waiter came over. Ringo placed his order and Y/N tried to find the cheapest meal and ordered it. The waiter nodded and the two went back to chatting.

"I'm not letting you fall into debt because of me." Y/N argued taking a drink of water.

"But I want to. The boys all love ya and I can see why. I don't want to come in-between you and the others. I thought we could be friends, you know?" He asked, twirling his spoon like a drumstick.

"I would like just having a friend for once. Especially in the band. I feel like we're in some love triangle...square thing." She laughed. Ringo looked confused at her comment. "Anyways, I would love to be your friend. Is that why you asked me here?"

"At first it was a date, but then it turned more into an outing. I had a small gig booked here and I thought I would invite you. I know that Paul and John would judge me for playing an unfinished song for a gig. I know what those people and McLennon were thinking! George couldn't make it tonight either...so why not you?" He explained. She remembered that Ringo usually got the short end of the stick when it came to songs in the Beatles.

"Did you say McLennon?" Y/N asked, holding back a snicker. He had no idea that it was the ship name for Paul and John.

"Yeah, that's what I call the two of them." He continued.

"Smart." She said quickly, still trying not to burst out laughing. He shrugged. Their food arrived a little later and the two enjoyed their meal.

"What job did you get?" Ringo asked, taking a bite of food.

"Typist for a record store." She replied.

"Fits you." He smirked.

"Wouldn't have asked for anything better." Y/N joked. The two laughed off and on until it was time to leave. Ringo paid for the bill to Y/N's dismay, but it didn't damper the evening too much. Ringo walked her home, only stopping for Y/N to point out where she was beginning work. Once they arrived at her apartment, Ringo gave her a big hug to say goodbye. He noticed her writing on the table.

"You like to write?" He asked, picking up a page. She nodded a little embarrassed. "A Tale of a Lone Pianist? Sounds like something I would like to read." She smiled. The two finally said their farewells and Ringo was gone. She had met every Beatle and was now well on her way to beginning remastering the Beatles and their legacy.

#paul mccartney #paul mccartney x reader #george harrison #george harrison x reader #john lennon #john lennon x reader #ringo starkey #ringo starkey x reader #ringo starr #ringo starr x reader #the beatles #beatles fic #fanfic #beatles fanfiction #beatles fandom #time travel #cross posted on ao3 #wattpad

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simsinlowspace · 2 years

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Victory Apartment - Watchmen & Valkyrie Recolors

Hi everyone! I'm so excited to share this recolor set today! I adore all of these meshes, and best of all, I finally conquered the repository technique! 🍾 So naturally I made a ton of recolors. XD Swatches, info (important!) and downloads below the cut!

I started this back in April, when I decided to recolor the seating from @kestrelteens' conversion of @awingedllama's Apartment Therapy and realized all three pieces used an identical texture, but redundantly. This seemed like a good opportunity to learn how to repository, so I settled in with a tutorial, got to work...and failed miserably for the next two months. But, after much cursing and wailing and wondering whether I might actually be A Moron, I figured it out and went to work finishing this set.

So! Meshes recolored are:

Couch, loveseat and armchair from Apartment Therapy (loveseat and armchair repo'd to the couch)

Coffee table and dining table from Apartment Therapy (dining table repo'd to the coffee table)

Fluffy blanket from Apartment Therapy

Eye of the Beholder Window conversion by semio (how this beautiful window stayed off my radar for so long I'll never know)

Triomphant Textile curtain conversion by @morepopcorn

Holey Moley Divider conversion by Michelle (right segment repo'd to left)

I apologize in advance for the enormous swatches. There are individual, numbered swatches in the downloads, but I had to combine most of them to stay under Tumblr's image limit.

The seating comes in Watchmen and Valkyrie:

There are also matching curtains, plus 4 with the floral patterns from my Spring Floral Wallpaper set in large and small sizes (these were made with icons from this Plants Icon Pack by Rudiyana over at Flaticon):

The dividers come in Watchmen and Valkyrie, plus 15 colors from The Woods are Lovely (the candles only come in Watchmen and Valkyrie). This is the two piece deco version; I only just realized that @shastakiss posted a functional light version to GoS, so there will be recolors of that in the future as well XD (I really adore this divider):

The tables also come in the same 15 wood colors. I used a new texture for these because the original was giving me a headache and it was easier just to redo it:

The Eye of the Beholder Window comes in Watchmen and Valkyrie:

And the fluffy blanket comes in Watchmen and Valkyrie as well:

Whew! Okay! So now for some 🚨🚨 important information! 🚨🚨 All the meshes are included, but if you already have the seating and/or tables from Apartment Therapy, or the Holey Moley Divider from Michelle's 4t2 Spa Day conversion set, you will need to delete those meshes to use these recolors! You can also delete recolors for the loveseat, armchair and dining table since they'll be redundant.

Lastly, since this is such a huge set, I'm offering separate downloads by color palette, plus one big 'ol download if you want the whole thing. The required meshes are included in each download, so be mindful of that if you're grabbing a couple of parts. Also, the curtains and dividers come with their original recolors since they're packaged up with their meshes.

If I messed anything up, please let me know! This is definitely some new territory for me, plus it's been a lot of files to handle. 😅

DOWNLOAD THE WHOLE SET (SFS) Recolors are ~36.5MB DOWNLOAD WATCHMEN (SFS) Seating, curtains, dividers, window & blanket ~14.5MB DOWNLOAD VALKYRIE (SFS) Seating, curtains, dividers, window & blanket ~11MB DOWNLOAD THE WOODS ARE LOVELY (SFS) Tables & dividers ~7.75MB DOWNLOAD FLORALS (SFS) Curtains ~1.75MB

Lots of love, Spacey

#s2cc #ts2cc #ts2 download #sims 2 download #ts2 custom content #sims 2 custom content #s2 cc #ts2 #ts2 recolors #ts2 comfort #ts2 surfaces #ts2 curtains #ts2 sculptures #ts2 windows

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bumpycap · 1 year

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hey, welcome to this blog I guess!

I can go by Bumpy, Cap, Bunny, or Ferret. I’ll probably respond to one or more of those!

I reblog stuff that makes me happy, and things that I think might be important or helpful :]

I'll try my best to tag the art I made with #bumpycap art

Right! my pronouns are she/they.

Main Hyperfixations: Undertale, FNAF, Spiderman...

recently figured out the 'read more', sooooo.

sparkle sparkle look down there for more sparkle sparkle

My Creations! Children! OCs! Whatever!

usually, they will be tagged with #bumpycap oc

I don't have individual tags for them(yet?), so!

listed here, these are my things. they may have links to references and such in the far future. quotations are when I first drew them(will update if i find earlier drawings.), or I guess if I can remember when I first THOUGHT of them. for now. this intro is cluttered, I'll redo it eventually.

- Blood "1/29/24" #Blood BumpyC (temp)

- Sub(Buzz[Vertigo]) "3/29/22" #SBV BC

- Dizzy ('Inanis' prior to significant events) "4/11/22" #Dizzy BumpyC

- Knight "2022 or 2021?" #Knight BumpyC (temp)

- Gothtale <placeholder name>

> Cas #Cas BC

> Victor #Vic BC

- Arden

- Amara

- Blossom (DIE DIE DIE) "2017?"

- Poppy (GAAAHHHHHH WHY) "2018-2019?"

Bitties

- Swap Bitty < Snip >

- Dream Bitty < Wyvern (?) >

- Farmer Bitty < Vera >

- Killer Bitty < Whyett (?) >

- Fell Bitty < Bear >

And some more! That I haven't named! I'm really bad at naming characters...

You are able to ask my characters different things if you want! It would be fun to actually explore their personalities a bit! (note, some of them are definitely subject to change haha)

Art is not guaranteed, but I can try if I want to/have time!

I uh, dunno what else to put here...

...

uhm, introduction done!

#introductory post #2023

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elminx · 1 year

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I have some big kitchen witch plans for the weeks ahead.

I want to do some more work with citrus while the citrus is good. I'm thinking about redoing the eastern white pine lemon bars that I made less year (attempting to make them more piney this time around), I'm definitely gonna make some lemon curd, and I am going to try my hands at making orange chicken this Sunday in honor of the year of the Water Rabbit. Additionally, I am thinking about out-of-season jelly making. I've always wanted to try out making hibiscus jelly and I have two pounds of the stuff - I may decide to make it into Fassionola Jelly (my own take on old-fashioned Fassionola cocktail syrup) because that would be incredibly yummy. And then I can experiment with ways to use that for my inevitable Fat Tuesday meal next month.

Plus, I promised my partner that I'd make tea jelly out of lapsang souchong because smokey jelly sounds like the best charcuterie accouterment ever.

I also have some more traditional cooking recipes that I'm itching to try now that my partner is going back to school and I will be responsible for the majority of the meals for the foreseeable future.

#witchblr #words #mine #elminx rambles #kitchen witch #kitchen witch ideas #winter cooking

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poisonedsimmer · 2 years

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whoa, your all for the game Andreil sims are so good and on point i'm obsessed

i was wondering if you could make a Kevin day sim in the future ? he's my favourite character in the books, but it's okay if not i just wanted to compliment your sim making !! <3

Hi! Wow first of all thank you so so much! I'm so glad you like them. 🥺💗 Something about both Neil and Andrew really struck me when I read the books I knew I needed Sims of them. I'm still obsessed years later so I just found fanart that said yes this is them to me for basic reference and made the Sims. And well here we are.

Secondly yes absolutely! I have plans to make all of the characters. My Dan, Matt and Renee Sims are totally wrong so redoing them but yes Kevin is definitely someone I need and intend to make. (Kandreil anyone? 😏) It may take me a while but I am definitely going to make him and will share him when I'm done. Complete with his queen tattoo because what's a Kevin sim without it right?

Thank you again and have the absolute best day anon. 🥰

#ask poison things #Poison answers things #me making a Kevin Day sim?#it's more likely than you think!

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daechwitatamic · 1 year

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I'm so sad MFFMHH is over, but man did I love it!

Firstly, I love that this whole experience gave her an unexpected chance to get closer with Lin. I think that the reader having that realization that she never knew Lin felt that way connected the whole emotional arc she went through to understand how she's maybe been pushing love and family away in more than one form. And that her overall healing is not a matter of just swapping Namjoon out for Taehyung. "For the first time, you’re starting to see family as something you have to build." That line will stay with me! I thought it was so well-crafted to include this subplot as part of the story.

I definitely feel like we got the Taehyung redemption arc I was looking for! I'm so glad they had this conversation. Without putting the actual term to it, I think they were both able to realize that their relationship was a bit co-dependent, which is completely understandable given that they bonded through trauma, but wasn't healthy to sustain. I also really appreciated that while at the beginning of the story it felt a little bit like the reader was the one who clung to Taehyung, he ended up realizing how much he relied on her to cling to him right back. He was relying on her for his emotional needs, and neglecting his chance at finding love just as much! And I think it was really important for reader's closure to be able to hear him admit this. I also appreciated how realistic it was that after they made up, they didn't easily fall back into a regular pattern of friendship and things remained a bit distanced and awkward. Especially because these two really don't share a lot of common interests like Namjoon and reader, they don't have a lot to fall back on and have to rebuild their friendship from scratch. I love that we got to see a few moments of them navigating this new way of being, and that it was left a bit open-ended whether or not they will ever be able to be "best" friends again.

And finally... not Namjoon casually having a whole plan, founded on extensive research, inside of his head for their future that he just assumed they were on the same page about. If that isn't the most Namjoon behavior.

Congrats on completing another great series, Jo! I know you have some other small things in WIP, but hope you enjoy a much-deserved break for a bit. I'm sure Bangtan will give us plenty of things to scream together about in the meantime.

(Ok but also what Christmas movie was reader watching with Mr. Kim? I desperately need this information to complete my mental picture.)

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I~~ am sad it's over!! what am i supposed to do now? my JOB??? no thank you!!!

I'm so glad the stuff with Lin hit - if I could redo the series now I'd give more time to this plotline earlier in the story. oh well!

yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees i'm so glad you found the resolution with tae satisfying!!!! he DOES love her, he DOES need her, and they both needed to address what the boundaries of that should be!! what they had was beautiful when they were young and needed each other but it's not sustainable as adults with their own lives!

odjkahfskjshflkajh ISN'T THAT PEAK NAMJOON like oh i researched all this last week, you didn't know???? bro???? the rest of us live OUTSIDE that big brain???? i love him :') so much :')

bangtan will give us NOTHING to scream about because they are ALL!!!!! going to put their SHIRTS BACK ON and LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!

(Christmas movie..... insert your fave..... In my head there are muppets and a song that says "no cheese for us meeses" >_> but honestly even hallmark shit will do, i LOVE the dumbest dumbest dumbest christmas films, the dumber they are the more christmas cheer i get lmfaoooo)

#🌴 anon #my heart to reply #answered

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rogue-durin-16 · 2 years

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MATCHUP FOR:

Anon

HAHA ok I’m redoing this cuz I just found the guidelines for the BOB match (sorry lol) I’m a female (she/her), straight, Gemini, INTP. I like picnics, making clothes/outfits, hanging with friends/family, listening to oldies music and watching oldies movies, reading, journaling, and taking pictures. I’d say I’m sarcastic, funny, and talkative with the right people. My flaws would be unable to handle emotions, hard to open up, and stubborn. I have curly/thick black hair and brown eyes, and I’m a couple inches taller than average. My love language is quality time. In the future I plan to have a family and a dog. I’m also protective of those who I care about. I think I’m a thrill seeker as well, I love rollercoasters and anything that’ll give me an adrenaline rush. Thanks (again!) and sorry for sending this in again lol

From Band Of Brothers I Ship You With:

Floyd "Tab" Talbert

Ship dynamic:

Platonic flirting to lovers™

Quote:

«Gray all around me, and there you stand in color, as if my eyes are only open to see you.»

I'm getting hot couple vibes, like, very very pretty and aesthetically pleasing couple. We love that for you.

Let's rewind a little, though.

Floyd sees you and automatically goes "I'm going for that one". It's not that easy; mind you, he loves that it's not.

Tab loves your sarcasm even more than he loves your sense of humor. He will deliberately trigger witty remarks out of you.

He will also trigger you getting protective of him AND THEN TEASE YOU ABOUT IT. THE NERVE THIS MAN HAS.

Speaking of triggers,

Trigger is your Child. Like yeah it's Tab's dog but this animal likes you way more than Floyd, so yeah, definitely shared custody.

Flirty banter, flirty banter, FLIRTY BANTER

You two probably live out of the fucking flirting situation for a long time, until one of you accidentally crosses the line between playful flirting and romantic actions, and then the chase is over.

...Awkward...

Stubborn as you are, it takes a hot minute to talk out whatever happened between the two of you.

The conversation was not exactly civilized because Tab takes no bullshit and handling emotions is not exactly your strong side.

But all's well that ends well, am I right?

Said conversation is most likely to lead up to you both deciding something along the lines of going with the flow.

Best decision ever, to be honest.

Flirty banter again, this time not platonic.

Photography sessions, not planned, more like impromptu kind of shit. You'd be spending some quality time together and then all from sudden Tab goes "put this one outfit on, we're taking pictures."

Also sneaky photos of Talbert. You two have the prettiest pictures.

You two got so much style. Also I'm sure you tailor things for him; this boy is a material gorl with taste.

Aesthetic couple.

He LOVES to touch your hair soooo much, girl.

While kissing, while lounging, while doing other things that i can't name to keep it PG; to reassure you, to reassure him.

He asks you to teach him to style it even, he's just so in love with your curls.

Singing along to oldies, duet full concert style, is one of many ways of having fun you two have. Probably dancing while doing so.

Netflix and chill. Take it as you may.

Constantly innovating when it comes to dates. At least one out of four dates had something to do with adrenaline rushes.

But also, at least one out of four dates is a cute picnics on a spring Sunday noon. Never at the same spot though, always innovating.

Talbert never thought of himself as a family guy, but he looks at you and thinks that you just might be the one to get him to settle down for good.

And he likes the idea.

#band of brothers i ship you with #floyd talbert

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jabitha-endgame · 3 years

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Hey! I'm a new Jabitha shipper and I wanted to say I really like your blog, Far by the best Jabitha blog in Tumblr. I really love the dynamic and chemistry of Jabitha and oh god, I'm so glad Jughead finally found someone who actually cares for him. Tabitha is far by the best character now and Jughead deserves her so much. But one thing didn't sit well with me. The fact that Tabitha asked him to move in with her at their very first date seemed very rushed if you tell me. Like, Riverdale's style has never been slow burn tbh but even for Riverdale's standards, I felt they moved this too fast. I just wished the writers had taken time to spin their story beautifully giving them all the love they deserve. Every couple has a different rhythm, sure, and Jabitha is definitely endgame, but moving in so quick, like first date quick, is just not a very smooth move in a relationship. Things could start getting awry and mess up although I certainly hope that's not the case for Jabitha. I think the whole fandom would agree on the fact that the writers are terrible and despite the fact that they finally chose the right couple, I wish they would have taken it slower, that makes the relationship much more beautiful. Your thoughts on this matter?

Thank you so much!! I'm glad you enjoy my Jabitha craziness! 😊

putting my response under a read more because it got really long

I think that by Riverdale standards, the writers have done everything right with this couple. Now like you said, it's not perfect, and maybe moving in together is a little fast, but to me that just shows how serious they are about each other (after an entire season of development). To me, it seems like the writers' way of having them explicitly committed to each other, Jabitha is real and it isn't going anywhere, they are starting to plan a future together.

It's not like they are immediately moving in together after having no relationship to each other. God knows you shouldn't try to rationalize the timeline on this show, but Tabitha said her lease would be up in the fall, and I think Jughead said they've all been back a year at this point, so they'll have known each other for over a year. Plus, he's already met her parents 😆, her grandpa loves him (and vice versa), and she has already seen him at his worst and continued to care for him anyway.

I actually don't even feel that it's that "fast", given that we've had all of this development with them throughout the entire season. Their "first date" comes after all this other stuff that has happened between them, and their romantic relationship didn't just start with their makeup/redo dinner date. (I put "first date" in quotes because Jughead and Tabitha don't call it that, they just say they never got to "finish their date" - this is something the fandom has prescribed to that moment to make it seem like the relationship is rushed in an effort to invalidate their decision to move in together. For all we know, their first date could have been Cheryl's key party, or when they were playing darts in the Whyte Worm, or when they went to the Pussycats concert together.)

As far as worrying about things going awry, Jabitha is more than solid at this point, there are no chinks in their armor. I don't see moving in together as something that could potentially break them up. What would the reason be? They don't argue, they have beautiful communication, and they take care of each other - living together wouldn't make all of those things change.

Personally, I see having Jabitha moving in together as more of a narrative setup to have these characters come together more often and be in the same place. However, given that Jabitha is a romantic relationship, it definitely can be inferred that this also means they want to be close(r) to each other and I don't think that's a bad thing for them at this point in their relationship. Jughead won't just be moving into her place (like Varchie tried), Tabitha's lease is up - they are going to find something new together, it'll be something new for them to share.

And as we've seen this season, moving people in together allows for those characters to start being in more scenes together - it seems to be a much more plot oriented choice than saying something about those relationships. Britta moved into Cherly's house and suddenly Britta is playing chess with Cherly, and working for her in the mines, casting a spell with her, and coming with her to the town meeting. Toni moves in with Fangs and they start to share scenes in their place.

Also, no one thought it would be fast for Varchie to move in together despite them being apart for 7 years, not being in a romantic relationship with each other since highschool, and Veronica just getting out of a marriage where she had to kill her husband. We saw Veronica wanted to move in with Archie, but rather than commit to her and their relationship, Archie wanted Veronica to move in with him and his 3 roommates!! If we compare the two different responses between Varchie and Jabitha - two romantic couples- one was clearly being set up for failure while Tabitha and Jughead are making each other a priority in their lives.

Because the setup for s6 is that Jughead is now going to work at the school (and presumably no longer at Pop's), and Tabitha will continue to work at Pop's, having them move in together and share an apartment gives them a space where their interactions will happen (since Jabitha is being built to last) now that they both won't be at Pop's all the time.

Having a "Jabitha home base" gives them a narrative space all to themselves (like Pop's used to be). In all honesty, it could be more of a narrative decision just to have those two characters be somewhere together often, now that they are working in different places.

Long story short, I think it's mostly a narrative choice to put them in a place to share all their scenes, but also it's a perfectly acceptable next step in their relationship given what we have seen all season!

#Riverdale #jabitha #jughead jones #tabitha tate #ask tag #why did I write this much #oops #anyway that's what I make of it

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sailordiamondkitty · 3 years

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So... I've been on "PAW Patrol Movie" in cinema recently. And as much as I don't like the animated series (too childish for my tastes), I simply ADORED this movie. The soundtrack, the animation, the story... All PERFECT 🥰 Well, except of the fact that some scenes were less than perfect and needed some redo... So I grabbed the pen (keyboard) and wrote my version 🙃 It's a bit more angsty than original and I definitely wouldn't put it in kid's show. But it was fun to write nevertheless 🙂

The scene I'm talking about is 'Chase rescues Ryder' scene. So I started with that and went my way a few minutes after 😉 Enjoy

Oh and for the ones not familiar with the movie, here's the original scene:

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Ryder waited impatiently for the elevator to reach the top of the ridiculously high tower. He huffed irritated, as the idea of building something such high was as crazy, as it was dangerous. The soft ping indicated that he finally arrived at the destination and the door slid open.

‘Mayor Humdinger?’ He called out, stumbling out of the elevator, the storm outside easily swaying the already unstable tower, his eyes searching the office.

‘Yes, how can I help you?’ The man suddenly appeared behind the desk at the far end of the room, laying his hand casually on the flat surface of the table. The demeanour changed drastically when he noticed a person by the door. ‘Ryder? What are you doing here?’ He snarled furiously, his pack of cats hissing, sharing the despise for the boy with their owner.

‘This tower isn’t safe!’ Ryder called, trying to stabilize his movements. ‘We’ve got to get you out of here.’

The moment he finished speaking, the lights blinked and went down, darkness enveloping the room in an instant.

‘Oh no, the power’s out. That means the elevator’s dead. We have to go now!’ The boy tried convincing the man again, turning on the flashlight on his suit, the small light giving him at least a bit of comfort.

‘Nice try!’ Humdinger answered, crossing his arms. ‘I’m not going anywhere with you!’

Suddenly the room swayed again, this time harder and the sound of metal breaking sounded from outside. They were running out of time. Humdinger seemed to finally understand that, quickly lifting himself from the chair.

‘Okay, fine! I’ll go with you’ he decided, trying not to sound scared. He made his way toward the elevator, his cats attaching themselves to his legs, restricting man’s movements. ‘But I want to make it very clear, this is not a rescue! It’s… uh... an assisted exit!’ Humdinger exclaimed imperiously.

‘You can call in whatever you want, as long as you get in the elevator now’ Ryder replied, resisting the urge to roll his eye at the man’s antics. ‘I’ll release the cables manually from above’ he explained, using Mayor Humdinger’s body to lift himself up to the elevator’s hatch. ‘Once I’ve lowered you down safely, I’ll repel down the elevator shaft.’

‘Hmph, show-off’ Mayor murmured to himself, correcting the cylinder on his head.

Ryder bit down the reply as he looked down on the man in the elevator.

‘Even though we’ve had our personal differences over the years, I take no pleasure in doing this’ he said instead, his hand on a lever.

’Doing what?’ Humdinger asked warily. Ryder didn’t answer, instead pulling the lever, releasing the elevator as it started falling down at a rapid speed, Humdinger’s screams feeling the air.

‘Heh, actually that’s pretty satisfying’ he laughed to himself, eying the disappearing shape of an elevator and counting. ‘Three one thousand, four one thousand, five one thousand’ when counted to five, Ryder quickly pushed the lever back, stopping the elevator before it could crash at the bottom of the shaft.

While attaching grabbling hook to the metal bar, Ryder opened the communication channel.

‘Hey pups’ he called out ‘Humdinger’s out, I’m coming down.’

‘Nice job Ryder, see you on the ground’ came a reply, as he started descending.

Suddenly a gush of wind broke a part of the shaft, metal panel smashing on the other side.

‘Whoa, that’s not good’ boy commented, worry on his face. The next two panels above broke, nearly hitting him, as they fell. ‘Oh, that’s very not good!’

He continued descending, this time at a much faster pace, trying to leave the attached tower before it would, inevitably and definitely sooner than later, break completely. Wind howling through the shaft shook the rope, throwing Ryder over the shaft walls as he descended. He stopped the movement, trying to stabilize himself and that’s when another panel was torn out, this time right next to him. He stared at it for a few seconds, scared, trying to quickly decide how to best omit it. Suddenly the tower screeched, the metal holders finally loosing the battle with hazardous weather. Ryder’s terrified scream broke through the howling wind, as the tower fell, burying itself into the next building.

Ryder coughed, looking over the surrounding. Falling with the tower was not a pleasant experience and he made a mental note to try and avoid it for the future. He absentmindedly pushed the emergency beacon on his suit, red light flashing steadily. He eyed the debris that blocked his leg, stopping him from moving away from the site. He tried pushing it away, although with no avail. Ryder huffed, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

‘Looks like I’ll have to wait for the rescue’ he told himself, the pain in his crushed leg indicating it was most probably broken.

At least the storm wasn’t bothering him here, the remains of fallen tower successfully blocking the wind. Some small parts of debris and dust fell from the ceiling and he coughed again.

‘Ryder?’ he heard a concerned voice from the side, a familiar one. He looked that way to see Chase descending the debris, running towards him.

‘Chase!’ he called, happiness in his voice. ‘I can’t believe you’ve found me.’

‘You can always count on me, Ryder’ German Shepherd puppy exclaimed with confidence as Ryder turned off his emergency beacon, switching it back to flashlight.

The broken wires shot a spark of electricity and Chase looked at them, worried.

‘Come on’ puppy said, turning his gaze back to Ryder. ‘We gotta get out of here’

‘I can’t , I’m stuck’ the boy replied, trying to push the large debris off his leg.

‘On three, pull as hard as you can’ Chase decided quickly, jumping over the broken rubble and positioning himself behind Ryder. ‘One.. Two.. Three!’

Ryder pulled the leg as Chase grabbed his shirt in his teeth, trying to help. After few seconds puppy fell backwards, as his teeth slid off the cloth.

‘It won’t budge’ the boy exclaimed, looking back at his friend, feeling hopeless. So even their strength combined weren’t enough.

‘One more try!’ Chase decided and Ryder obeyed, pushing the rubble again. At the same time, German Shepherd pup circled around, sliding under the fallen part, pushing it from underneath. They struggled for a while but finally managed to free boy’s leg. As he stumbled backwards, Chase quickly run from under the debris, managing not to get crushed by it. They breathed heavily, catching breath after the struggle.

‘We made it! Ryder, we made it!’ Chase jumped in the air happily, running over to his friend. He stopped abruptly though, seeing the pained expression on boy’s face. ‘Ryder..?’

‘I think it’s broken’ his friend answered, pointing at his leg. ‘It won’t be easy for me to get out of here in this state’ he added.

Chase immediately positioned himself at Ryder’s hurt side.

‘Lean on me, I’ll help you downstairs’ he exclaimed. Ryder didn’t hesitate, as he put his hand on puppy’s back, stabilizing himself.

‘You’re a good friend, Chase’ he smiled, as they took a few small steps toward the exit.

‘You are always there for me. It’s my turn to help you this time’ German Shepherd replied with honesty.

They were halfway through, when the nearby lighting shook the building. Some dust have fallen from the ceiling and Ryder looked up. He noticed the cracks all over the ceiling, small debris falling already.

Another shake and it was too late.

‘Watch out!’ Ryder shouted, pushing Chase away mere seconds before the rubble collapsed on the boy.

The weather finally stabilized when Skye crushed her helicopter into the machine, successfully ending the abnormal storm. She used her jetpack to fly down to the street, joining the cheering, as other PAW Patrol members surrounded her.

‘Do you see Chase or Ryder anywhere?’ Zuma asked, looking around to find the missing friends.

‘No, maybe they’re somewhere else’ Liberty wondered.

Suddenly there was a buzz on the comms and Chase’s worried voice came through.

‘Puppies, we need help!’ he almost shouted ‘We’re on the other building. Ryder’s crushed under the debris! I… I can’t get him out! And he’s not answering me either!’

‘We’ll be right there!’ Marshall replied. ‘Liberty, get some men to help us out, I’m not sure our strength would be enough to free Ryder. And call an ambulance too, it might be needed. Rest of you, follow me!’

The puppies rushed to the entrance of a building, as Liberty carried on her part of a mission. They didn’t have much time, as Ryder needed medical attention. Luckily the power in the city was back on as soon, as the storm ended, so they hastily made their way toward the elevator.

‘Chase, which floor are you on?’ Zuma asked, as the door opened.

‘15th, please hurry’ came a quick answer.

‘Don’t worry, we’re on our way’ Skye reassured him, as the door slid close and the elevator moved upwards.

‘Liberty, when you’re finished, join us on 15th floor’ Rocky called the Adventure City’s pup who became the newest member of PAW Patrol just recently.

‘I’m on it, see you at the top!’ she answered, the sound in the background indicating she’s already on her way with a backup. ‘The ambulance will be here shortly too, just finished the call.’

‘Good, we’ve arrived already, looking for Chase and Ryder’ Marshall said as the elevator stopped and opened.

‘Chase, where are you?’ Rubble called. The place was filled with fallen debris and parts of what used to be Mayor Humdinger’s tower.

‘Over here’ German Shepherd emerged from behind one of the biggest piles of rubble. ‘Quick, help me get him out!’

Another ping indicated that Liberty just arrived at the scene. They joined other puppies and together hastily made their way toward Chase.

The debris was huge and all they could see of Ryder, was his head and one arm, the rest buried underneath fallen parts of walls and ceiling. He was unconscious and bruised all over, from what was visible.

‘I tried to pull him out but I’m not strong enough’ German Shepherd pup explained.

‘And it’s a good thing you didn’t’ replied a tall, brown-haired man, one of the few accompanying Liberty. He crouched next to the puppy, eyeing the debris. ‘We need to carefully remove all of the rubble’ he instructed his companions. ‘Make sure not to move the boy, we don’t know how bad are the injuries.’

The work went swiftly, although not as fast, as the puppies would have wanted. About halfway through the work, the paramedics came and helped remove rest of the debris. Ryder was then moved carefully on the stretcher, the medics quickly looking for any visible injuries.

‘Well, his left leg is definitely broken, no doubt about it’ paramedic exclaimed, motioning the men to pick up the stretcher. ‘And probably right arm too. I don’t like the bruise on his forehead but it doesn’t seem to be very serious, hopefully. He’ll be fine, no grave injuries” he added, seeing the worried looks on puppies’ snouts, especially Chase’s. He leaned to pet pup’s head.

‘You did great, we’ll take it from here’ said the other medic, as they made their way towards the elevator.

The party exited the building, an ambulance parked not far from the entrance. People crowded the street, watching Ryder being put inside.

‘Poor boy…’ some lady gasped, while other nodded, agreeing with her.

‘He’s still just a child’ another added. ‘It should not have happen.’

‘It’s Mayor Humdinger’s fault!’ a man from within the crowd shouted, and people suddenly parted, showing the purple-dressed men in a middle of escaping.

‘What? How is this my fault?’ he argued angrily, the cats hissing by his side. ‘I didn’t ask to be rescued in the first place! Why should I be responsible?’

But nobody listened. Angry shouting escalated, people closing in on Humdinger. He screamed, scared, as he was enveloped by the crowd.

Chase didn’t look at the commotion, his attention solely on a unmoving frame of Ryder in an ambulance. As the paramedics began closing the door, he rushed forward and jumped inside.

‘I’m going with Ryder’ he exclaimed, laying next to the boy.

If the medic was surprised by a sudden movement, he didn’t show it. He closed the door and made his way toward the front of the car, as the other started the engine.

‘Come on, let’s follow them in our vehicles’ Liberty decided. ‘Skye, you take Chase’s police car, since your helicopter is broken.’

‘Yeah, will have to ask Ryder for a new one’ Skye answered sheepishly. ‘I really hope he got an insurance for it.’

‘Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll figure something out’ Rocky cheered her up, putting his paw on her. ‘For now let’s focus on getting to the hospital.’

Other puppies barked with an agreement and split to get into their vehicles. Then they followed an ambulance, not noticing the frantic escape of Mayor Humdinger, as he managed to get free from the crowd. Not that it mattered. All it mattered now was Ryder.

First thing that Ryder felt was pain in his left leg. Broken, he remembered. He tried opening his eyes, but a bright light from a lamp caused him to close them again. He grunted, as he prepared himself for another try. This time slower, he let his eyes accustom to the lighting. He was in a room, hospital, judging by the look of it. There was something on his right, warm and fluffy, pressed to his side. Ryder moved his head carefully and saw Chase sleeping next to him on a bed. Boy’s moving must have woken him up, as he shifted and yawned, stretching his paws. Eyes locked with Ryder and puppy jumped up.

‘Ryder!’ He shouted happily. ‘You’re okay!’

‘I guess I am’ the boy answered, laughing softly. ’What happened?’

‘I freed you from the debris, we were trying to leave the building’ Chase answered. ‘You… there was a lighting nearby. It caused the ceiling to collapse. You pushed me aside but…’ German Shephard’s eyes filled with sadness and regret. ‘Liberty got some citizens to help us remove the rubble, then they moved you to an ambulance.’

‘Oh, Chase…’ Ryder moved slowly, embracing the pup. ‘It’s alright, we’re alright.’ He reassured him.

‘But you were hurt! I couldn’t do anything to help you!’ Chase argued. ‘I failed you…’

‘No, Chase, you didn’t fail me!’ answered the boy with a shock on his face. ‘You are the bravest pup I’ve ever met. I mean do you know any other who would jump over to the next building to reach me? I sure don’t. If it wasn’t for you, I would be still stuck there.’

The door suddenly opened, and a doctor entered a room with rest of the PAW Patrol behind him. He looked up from his notebook, noticing Ryder and Chase. A warm smile appeared on his lips.

‘Ah, Ryder, I see you’re awake now’ he said, moving to stand near the bed.

‘RYDER!!’ cried the puppies in unison, jumping on a bed to cuddle with their friend, licking his face happily.

‘Alright, alright, if you want him to get healed properly, I advise to give him a room to breathe’ the doctor laughed. ‘How are you feeling, my boy?’

‘Well, my leg and arm hurt and I’m a bit sore’ Ryder answered after a while, when puppies finally decided to stop licking him. ‘Other than that, I’m good.’

‘You’ve had an amazing luck. Except broken leg and arm, as you noticed, you’re uninjured. I advise lot of relax and you should be back to normal in about few months.’

‘Don’t worry, we’ll take care of him, doc!’ Liberty barked happily, swinging her tail. ‘Hear that, Ryder? No missions for you!’

Ryder laughed at that, along with doctor. Everything was fine.

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So there it is, hope you liked it 🙂 I noticed a few things I could change here and there, as I posted, but I decided to not rewrite the whole thing again 😅

#kitty aunt writes #paw patrol #chase #ryder #a bit of angst #redo of an original scene #more realistic that way IMO #not suited for kids tho i guess #but still fun to write #Youtube

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karasunology · 4 years

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⸙ ˚₊ ➷ KAGEYAMA TOBIO & OIKAWA TOORU AS YOUR OLDER BROTHER ! ❞

╰─ ─ ﾟheadcanons of two of our pretty setters being your older brothers !

✐ . . . BIG BROTHER HEADCANONS.

[ MIYA TWINS & BOKUTO KOUTARO VERSION. ] [ SUNA RINTAROU & KITA SHINSUKE VERSION. ]

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ kageyma tobio, oikawa tooru <3

[ trigger warnings ━ manga spoilers !! ]

-ˏˋ ✉️ REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN.

⇣ please read the RULES before requesting.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO.

➜ the type of older brother that acts as if he doesn't care but he actually does.

➜ he acts as if that one time where no one from his family but you actually came to one of his volleyball games ─ well, besides from your guys' grandfather; but ever since of his passing, the clostest ─ tangible and most concrete reminants of him were just lingering in the form of a volleyball.

➜ he acts as if the absence of most of his family members didn't affect him and yet, he usually found himself looking for them in the stands ─ hoping that they'd be there cheering him on

➜ he was used to always being left alone when it was just him and his older sister but then you came along

➜ when you were young, you would always cling onto him for your dear life for some reason

➜ and ever since tobio was young, he somewhat had difficulties expressing himself so it was no surprise that he usually shakes you off violently off your tight graps

➜ like how can someone with so little hands be so strong at holding him down??

➜ he wasn't used to these affections, and the start of your guys' sibling relationship was quite rocky

➜ but now when he remembers those times where you hated to jog but you would always, ALWAYS, find yourself catching up to him

➜ slowley, gradually & subtly

➜ just to match up to his pace so you guys would jog together

➜ and then he realizes, that he wasn't alone anymore

➜ bb boy had you right next to him

➜ ugh enough about angst people

➜ LETS GET TO THE GOOD GOOD

➜ SPA DAYS ARE A THING

➜ SORRY YOU DON'T MAKE THE RULES

➜ I DO

➜ since he is a setter, he needs his fingers and nails in tip-top shape yknow?

➜ since you're one of the only persons he trusts his life onto, he makes you do it

➜ like it's not even because of whatever gender you are

➜ you will do his nails, and you WILL learn to do the best manicure this boy could ever get

➜ because all you want was the best for the best older brother ever.

➜ and that's how he always had healthy clean nails & is always manicured

➜ and it's ON YOU

➜ he would never, NEVER let anyone else do his nails

➜ you would 100% go along with his finger exercise thingy

➜ and these spa days usually ends in a sleepover with facemasks on miwa-nee left in her drawers

➜ kageyama may not show it, but he really appreciates you

➜ like alot

➜ you had all the reasons to deny him of his spa days, matches, etc.

➜ but you choose to stay, to learn how to manicure, to skip school and go to his matches & give him the support he was deprived off

➜ like if this blueberry boyo ever offered to share you his mILK, while you guys already have seperate milk cartons in the fridge

➜ you know that he holds you so close, and so fucking dear to his heart that it's going to make me crYyyY

➜ he's not good at expressing his emotions, but he will do everything in his will to make it known to you that you are important to him

➜ he'll always walk with you to school and go home with you whenever he doesn't have volleyball practice

➜ if he noticed that you're feeling down or stressed he'll take you away from whatever that is & will force you to play volleyball with him

➜ just so that you could get your mind off from it

➜ if you forget your lunch money, he'll buy you two mini milk box with curry buns on the side

➜ and then when you guys go home he'll force you to make bento with him until it's late at night in a school night with tons of food on your closed because y'all forgot to use an apron lmao

➜ he's always so stiff with receiving affections and giving one

➜ but he's so good at giving headpats

➜ and he only does it on you

➜ his warm huge hand in comparison to your head, and it'll always be the best way he could convey his emotions

➜ it's through the familiar, homey feeling of the palm of his hands

➜ he's the type to have one picture with you and his grandfather together that's literally so old, it doesn't need those vintage aesthetic effects to make it look vintage

➜ he'll also the type to carry it around in his wallet ALWAYS, but forgets to bring money?? for?? some?? reason??

➜ 11/10 would recommend as a brother

➜ in conclusion, he may not be the best at showing affections and giving them, but you'll always be reminded in different and special ways that he loves you so much; you'll always have each other's back & would stay in each other's side, always.

➜ like harry potter typa shit always.

OIKAWA TOORU.

➜ he's the type of brother that is ALWAYS UP YOUR FUCKING BUSSINESS

➜ he already has his head up his ass, you don't want him to be up on yours as well

➜ he'll always be up on your room & he's very very clingy, like a lot

➜ fights are an ALWAYS

➜ y'all would fight about many things honestly

➜ probably most of the reason would be because you're just fed up on him

➜ you would DEFINITELY JOIN IWAIZUMI ON BULLYING HIM & WOULD DEF JOIN ON HITTING HIM

➜ but even if things are serious, like that one time where he's just so exhausted of EVERYTHING, because why the fuck won't his serves be good enough?

➜ and he'll just breakdown in front of you, pouring his heart out on how they lost again to ushijima in the semi-finals

➜ he'll also spill out all his insecurities about volleyball because even if it may not seem like it, he gets insecure too 👉👈

➜ and you'll just be there, listening since you know that he wasn't looking and asking for advice ─ he just wanted someone, anyone to listen to him

➜ you'll let him cry out whatever was bothering him for the past few weeks while comfort his huge frame since he collapsed onto your shoulder

➜ oKAy ENOUGH ANGST I AM SO SORRY

➜ i hate myself too, don't worry💅💋

➜ while you guys were young, he'd always be up on your room, and would be playing dolls or cars or shit with you

➜ he's just so used to being with you

➜ that when you got sick and had to go to a hospital and they wouldn't let him visit you, he cried for the first time in years

➜ he'll be stuck on your side by the time you were discharged

➜ he plays volleyball with you along with iwaizumi

➜ he'll also make you come with him while along with iwaizumi to meet his volleyball idol

➜ you'll also be the first person to know what his plans for the future is

➜ and you'll support him through and through, you guys would even consider going with him to argentina

➜ and he wouldn't disagree

➜ he's the type of brother that knows 12762 of your crushes, your passwords, that page 24 of tour diary he stole that says “ tooru-nii isn't kinda that annoying ” that he framed up on his bedroom

➜ he has a shit ton of blackmail material on you

➜ since it's canon that he adores his family, he'll have many polaroid pictures of your guys' family up on his wall

➜ and of course of you guys seperately on picture frames on his desk, ranging from that one time you almost drowned taken at the right timing, to that picture of you and him when you graduated junior high.

➜ speaking of pictures

➜ he'll be SPAMMING YOUR PHONE WITH PICTURES OF HIM

➜ weird ass selfies of his and those forced cute faces that you wanted to burn in hell

➜ and a LOT of selfies with you guys on it

➜ since he knows your password to your phone, he'll change your lockscreen wallpaper to a cute selfie of you guys

➜ he'll never make you change it

➜ reason #1672 why you don't have a bf/gf

➜ you'll ALWAYS find him scrolling through YOUR phone

➜ he'd be watching tiktoks not giving a fuck

➜ while you're just there like

➜ that's MY phone sir 👁👄👁

➜ 11/10 would have a section of his family scrapbook of you guys & it's either showing your attractive oikawa genes

➜ or it's shitty photos of you guys

➜ nothing in between

➜ since we talked about your phone, let's talk about his

➜ you would not let him spam your phone and ruin your phone storage with pictures of him and selfies of you guys without doing the same with him

➜ like DUH

➜ his phone would be FILLED of crazy crackhead pictures of you guys

➜ and he'll have one of your cute selfies as his lockscreen wallpaper

➜ matching the one he set up on your phone

➜ and of he ever has a girlfriend/boyfriend, you HAVE to meet them first

➜ and even if you may not see it, your opinions is held quite mighty high for oikawa

➜ and of course he's like that with you too, he better know the address of your boyfriend/girlfriend, their number, and he WILL do a whole ass background check on him

➜ but you know he does that not only to have your underwear in a twist, he kinda 👉👈 cares about you & as you care about him

➜ 12/10 would recommend as a brother

➜ in conclusion, you guys may sometimes be up on each other's ass, but you guys care a lot about each other and will not hesitate to beat someone's ass for the other because no one but him could bully you, and vice versa ( + iwa-chan )

-ˏˋ playing soleil's tape ˊˎ-

[ 📼 ] . . . will be making this a mini series of big brother headcanons bECAUSE WHY NOT, like WHY NOT; ya get me?? i fucking love wholesome family headcanons & would 1000% write domestic hcs and dad! hcs.

again, requests are open !

one request = one more reason to stay sane

watch out for new dating headcanons of two cute setters 💅

send me an ask or even a comment on you want to see next in the big brother series because i'm wh0re for that, also i finally revived my phone but without it being formatted so i have to redo the requests i wrote. so before i post them since they are not quite done yet, have this.

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