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idksmtms · 3 months

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Silence - Emmett (AQPII) x Younger!reader

Summary: You had seen Emmett before everything went to hell, but you didn't actually know him. Now though? Now he was all you had. He was everything.

Word count: 3.9k

Trigger Warnings: she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, profanity, innuendo, age gap (both characters are still 18+), p in v s*x, fingering, daddy kink, discussions of death, discussions of trauma, attempting to exchange sex for services (doesn’t actually happen tho), mental health struggles, (please let me know if I missed any)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the A Quiet Place or A Quiet Place Part 2 characters. I do not claim to own any of these characters. I do not own any pictures used nor do I claim to do so.

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You hadn’t known it was him when you had followed the man in the abandoned factory down the chute. You hadn’t known it was him when you had landed with a thud right behind him and he had whirled on you as the screeches from the monster above echoed metallically over you. You still hadn’t known it was him when he had pulled you away from the entrance and into the old pipe and shut the door behind you and sat just in front, heaving and staring out of the little window inlaid in the door. But then, with shaking hands he had pulled down the scarf over his face and stared at you like you were somehow the craziest part of this new world, and simply uttered the words “what the fuck.” You had jumped forward then, slamming your palms to his mouth and widening your eyes to try and communicate how stupid he was being, but he just shoved you off and waited until you had sorted yourself into a seated position once more to speak. “They can’t hear us down here, especially if you whisper.” You stared at him, listened to the rough gravel of his voice, and it finally clicked in your mind who this was.

You remembered Emmett from before. He had run the garage in your town and your dad always took your car there to get it fixed. You had never talked to him much, just a hi or hello there if you went to the garage with your dad or if you bumped into him somewhere in town, and it was alright considering you had just graduated high school when the creatures landed. Sure, he was the most handsome man you had ever seen, but it’s not like you thought about that much (you used to think about it all the time). You guys didn’t have much business with each other, he was a married man, so what did it matter? He had been your favourite naive high school crush. But that’s all it was. Then the creatures landed and any feeling other than survive, survive, survive, hadn’t entered your head since.

“Mr. Emmett?” You finally whispered, hands pressed close to your mouth out of fear. You didn’t remember the last time you had spoken. What had been the last thing you said?

He hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Y/n?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, clasping your hands together and rocking back and forth slightly. The air was getting stuffier and you could feel your lungs getting tighter. Then something started beeping and he reached over and opened the door. He jumped out and began pacing as you clambered out of the pipe like a human spider.

You finally got a chance to look around the space you had fallen into, and it was… quaint. There was no better word really, because it wasn’t nice but it was much better than some places you had been. A pile of cushions and sheets and maybe a duvet (you couldn’t tell) made up a sleeping area in the corner. There were a pair of folding chairs across a makeshift coffee table with an oil lamp on it on the other side of the space and pieces of paper were tacked up on the wall above them. They were drawings, you quickly realised, of three different people over and over again. Was it his wife and kids? You could recognise Nora, but you had never paid particular attention to his kids, so is that what they looked like?

You turned to Emmett and it seemed he had come to a decision. He began shaking his head and you knew exactly what he was going to say. Dread filled your stomach, filled every bone and every skin cell. You had barely survived on your own on the journey to finding this place. The group you had been with before… they were either picked away or went crazy but they had also been the reason you survived this long. You were, for lack of a better term, useless at survival. Other people had hunted for you, other people had killed for you, all you could do was watch over things, and run.

“Please,” you began to whisper in a hurry, “please don’t make me go. Please, Mr. Emmett,” you rushed over to him, clasping his forearms and forcing him to look at you. His eyes were haunted, and you were sure he had seen terrible things, things that would stay with him till he eventually succumbed to whatever death awaited him in this new wasteland, but so had you. “Mr. Emmett, I can’t survive out there on my own,” your voice was clogged with tears now, your eyes shiny and dripping onto your cheeks, “if I don’t die as soon as I step out of here, then it’ll be within a few days, at most a week. I can’t do anything on my own Mr. Emmett, I’m fucking useless!” You sobbed, a sound so loud he slapped a hand over your mouth and hushed you aggressively, but you continued crying, leaning into his hand as you blubbered.

This was the first time you had cried since that first day. There had been no time to cry later, always on the run, always worrying about something, and now it was finally hitting you. Your world was truly ending, and these last-minute grabs to try and save it weren’t going to work.

“Sh, sh, alright,” he whispered, “alright, just calm down, just calm down and be quiet.”

You pressed your lips together and pulled away, wiping at your eyes and trying to quell the need to hiccup out more sobs. Emmett sighed and pressed his hand to his forehead, eyes closed as he shook his head and muttered to himself.

“Please, Mr. Emmett,” you whispered again, looking up at him with those big eyes of yours that made his resolve melt. “I’ll do anything for you, anything,” you dropped your backpack to the floor and began pulling up the hem of your tank top. You had never had the luxury of a jacket, and there were many cold nights barely survived in this tank top, but after a while you had learnt to be thankful for every little thing you had.

You looked him in the eyes as your shirt began to rise, no shame, just desperation. Just as the hem reached the undersides of your breasts, he reached out and grabbed your hand so tight your knuckles began to hurt.

“Stop,” he bit out, staring at the floor as he forced your hand back down your stomach. Once he was sure you were covered up again, he looked at you again and sighed like the weight of the world had come crashing back down on his shoulders all over again. “You can stay, but you at least have to learn how to use a gun, in case I’m not here.”

“Yes, yes anything,” you breathed out, and launched yourself onto him, hugging him around the neck and pressing your cheeks together. Oh how long it had been since you had hugged someone. He was so warm and you could feel his firm frame under his clothes. Clearly it had been just as long for him since he hadn’t even bothered to reciprocate, hands hanging at his sides and body frozen. Slowly you released him, stepping back and staring at the ground as he cleared his throat and turned away to do… something. Whatever a person needs to do nowadays.

He had sacrificed some of his sheets and pillows for you to make your bed, but you didn’t stray too far from his own setup, wanting to know that there was someone with you when you were going to sleep. You had quickly fallen into a routine within the next few days of living together. You would wake up when you heard the rustling of his sheets, spending some time washing up and nibbling on just enough food to quiet the growls in your stomachs. Then he would sit in one of the folding chairs and draw, the soft scratching of his pencil against paper filling the space. You occupied the other chair and began to work your way through the small pile of books he had. Sometimes both of you would look up simultaneously if you heard a click or a creak echo down the chute, but when it was silent once again you would return to your own activities without saying a word.

On the third day, he decided to venture out to gather more food and water. You had watched him ready himself for the trip, wrapping the scarf around his face, gathering up his shotgun, then climbing the ladder without a look back. You had tried to read while he was away, but your mind couldn’t focus. At every sound, or even the illusion of sound, your head snapped to the chute to see if he was back. Eventually you abandoned your seat and began to pace, staring at his drawings and sifting through the pages of his journal. There were a lot more drawings in there, and you wondered how he had chosen the ones to put up. Even the half-finished ones were beautiful, and you felt a sudden onset of tears as you turned page after page of their faces. You were careful not to let a tear fall on any of the papers, and gently set it back down, caressing the leather cover for a moment before going to his pile of sheets and settling down for a nap on top of them.

You woke up when he returned. You hadn’t realised how much noise actually happened just by two people existing, but the sound of his feet on the ladder rungs, his panting breaths, even the rustle of his clothes suddenly seemed so loud after the hours of quiet solitude. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, watching as he set out the supplies before walking over to you and handing you something. He didn’t comment that you were on his bed, and you didn’t make any move to get up, and he just went back to his chair journal. You stared at the pile in your hands, five new books in various states of decay, but all readable. They must have been a completely unnecessary weight for him, only a hindrance and a danger, but he had brought them. For you. You stared at the pile in your hands, a collection of paperbacks you had never heard of, and then you looked at him. He was busy with the journal, head bent low over the paper, and something bloomed in your chest, filling you up with all this… happiness? Joy? Love? You weren’t sure what those felt like anymore but it must be close.

Two weeks after you had arrived in his little sanctuary, winter truly began to set in. It had started to become colder at night, and you were lucky enough to be sheltered away from any winds, but the chill that settled in the air at night seeped into your bones. For the first week you could survive by bundling up as tight as possible in all your blankets and a jacket that Emmett had scavenged for you. But with every night that passed, even that wasn’t enough to keep the cold out, and most of your nights were spent awake and shivering, hoping you wouldn’t die of hypothermia.

At last, on one particular night, you truly couldn’t handle the cold anymore, and you decided enough was enough. Heaters didn’t exist anymore, but body warmth was a natural heater, and you had a perfectly good body nearby. You turned over under your blankets and slowly began shifting your way over to his pile. You could see his body moving under his blankets with every breath, and you were sure he was still awake, because why wouldn’t he be? Who could sleep in this cold, even Emmett? You managed to make your way to his bedding and slipped under his blankets. Emmett turned over, staring at you in the dark, but you just continued burrowing yourself closer to him until your head was pressed under his chin and your arms and legs were wrapped around him. Once you had felt the warmth emanating from him, there was no turning back. He only had on a t-shirt under the blankets and he shivered whenever your skin made contact with his. You were freezing cold yet he was hotter than the sun. The skin on his arms was soft, and you lightly ran your hands up and down it before wrapping him up in your arms once more.

At first, Emmett didn’t move. Again, he was frozen, just like when you had hugged him. But slowly, as the quiet settled in again and both of your breaths evened out once more, he moved his arms to wrap around you in return, pressing you close to his chest and splaying his hands over your back. Every breath he took ruffled your hair and your every breath fanned his neck. Both of you were quiet, soaking in each other’s touch. It had been aeons since either of you had felt the sustained touch of another person, had just been held by another person. It was an indescribable comfort that you now deemed essential to your survival.

From then on, every night passed in this fashion. You would wriggle your way into his cocoon of blankets and he would wrap you up tight in his arms, pressing his lips to the top of your head without a thought. It made life seem better somehow. Waking up every morning in his arms, knowing that that’s how the day was going to end made everything more… bearable.

Three weeks later Emmett ventured out on another supply trip. You had silently been having a particularly difficult day. Your mind couldn’t focus on anything, neither your book nor the pencil drawings you had picked up since being around Emmett. Your mind felt hyperactive but so overly tired at the same time and you wanted to venture out for a walk but you knew Emmett would have a fit if you left the space without him. Instead, you settled down on his bed and waited for him to come back once more. When he did return, again carrying a small pile of books, you didn’t bother getting up to greet him like you usually did. You stayed curled up on the sheets and stared at the wall, overcome with a wave of despondency that made you feel paralysed. Emmett watched you as you lay there, and after putting away all the supplies, came to lay down beside you. He hesitated before touching you, unsure how to handle this mood, but eventually decided to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you back until you were flush to his body.

He had grown overly fond of you in the time since you had invaded his life. You had become life itself to him. At first he had dreaded the thought of caring for someone else. After the way it had ended with his children and Nora, he didn’t want to be responsible for anyone but himself. He would have no regret of his own death. But then you started complimenting his drawings and trying to make the little hovel prettier wherever you could. You told him stories of your life before while you guys ate or you simply existed beside him, a presence always there to reassure him. And it made his heart feel all warm and reminded him what was so good about being alive in the first place.

He had thought about what people would have said about you two if the apocalypse hadn’t happened. He had thought every single judgemental thought about how young you were and how old he clearly was next to you. But then he remembered that this wouldn’t have happened without an apocalypse anyway. The world was gone, and with it norms and propriety. While he still had his values, he also recognised you were an adult now, and in this world it didn’t matter if he was older. All that really mattered was if you felt the same way about him.

Emmett pressed his lips to the back of your head and waited, listening to your breaths shudder slightly as you pressed back against him, hands coming up to clasp his. You ran your thumb over his knuckles a few times before turning over to face him. You clasped his face in your hands and made sure he met your eyes. He could see that they were shiny but no tears had fallen yet.

“Don’t leave me alone anymore,” you whispered, “I can’t stay here waiting for you to come back wondering if you even will. I feel sick to my stomach every time you walk out because you are all I have left. If you die out there, then I have no reason to keep living. You carry my heart with you everywhere you go, right here,” you gently patted his chest, “so I can’t have you going out there without me anymore. I can’t. If you die, I die.” Emmett stared into your eyes. You were so serious, not a single stutter in your words, and all he could do was whisper ‘ok’ in return. You nodded, still grasping his face in your hands, before moving forward and kissing him gently.

Emmett pushed himself even closer to your face, his nose pressing into the crevice between your nose and cheek, and slipped his tongue into your mouth. His hand slid under your shirt, tickling the warm skin as he ran it up until he was grasping your breast in his hand. He couldn’t get enough of you already. Your mouth was so soft and each kiss became more ravenous as both of you pressed your open mouths together. He gripped your breast and squeezed revelling in the breathy sounds you let into his mouth, rubbing your nipple and pinching it, flicking the little nub until you were moving your hips without realising.

Emmett moved over you until he was settled into the space between your legs and began grinding into you, settling his weight onto your body. You pulled away from his mouth and hurriedly lifted off your shirt. You began tugging at his but he just pushed your hands away and threw it off himself. Everything had escalated so quickly that neither of you had patience for anything but getting him inside of you as quickly as possible. The air around you had become boiling hot and the space between you was stifling.

He was quick to unbutton your pants and push them down until one leg had been freed. Neither of you cared about the other leg. His own were pushed down just until he was freed and he let out a groan of relief right into your ear. When you began trying to push him down and into you, he pressed down on your hips and hushed the whines that burst out of you.

“I have to prep you, come on baby,” he kissed your cheek, your chin, your neck, then reached down to the apex of your thighs. You were wet all over and so hot he could feel the heat before he even touched. He panted into your neck as he began gliding his fingers along your pussylips, pressing between them and twisting his index and middle fingers so they were covered in your slick. “Fuck, you’re so wet baby,” he muttered into your neck, pressing his fingers to your clit. “My baby’s dripping all over and it’s all for me, huh?” He seemed to be talking to himself as it didn’t matter if you answered or not. You were too lost in the sensations of his rough fingertips running back and forth over your swollen clit, pressing and rubbing and pinching until your legs were trying to close around his hand and your hips were wriggling.

“Daddy, please,” you whispered, and he groaned so loud you rushed to slap your hand over his mouth. God it had been so long since a woman had called him that. If he wasn’t careful he would cum from humping your leg. Emmett pushed a finger into you and instantly started up a rhythm. He felt your squishy insides and the texture of your walls and curled his fingers every time he pushed them into you. Your legs had fully tightened around his hand that he couldn’t see it anymore but it didn’t matter, as long as he could move it and watch the way you scrunched up your face, panting into the air, he could die a happy man.

It took you all of two minutes to reach your peak like that, clit bullied and filled with his fingers. Once you had begun to come down, he was quick to pull his hand away from you and focus on prying your thighs apart again. The sticky sound of your thighs opening up was music to his ears and he lined himself up to your entrance. You were still a little sensitive from your first orgasm and the feeling of him spearing through you made you convulse. You dug your nails into his shoulders and cried out but he had already covered your mouth with his hand. He pressed in until your hips met and his pelvis squished your clit through your folds. He took a moment to breathe heavily against your neck, adjusted himself slightly, and keeping his hand over your mouth, began to thrust into you. You bit into his palm but he only grunted and kept on, slamming into you over and over. You were jelly, you were a hot melted pool of pleasure, ready to be used for whatever he desired. Your legs felt like they were being zapped with electricity and your arms were so tight that they might fall off if you let go of Emmett.

The pleasure began to climb, and you could feel it building in your stomach. The tingles sped up, and the pressure increased until you were clenching down on him over and over again. His pace faltered at the feeling but he was quick to get back at it. He reached down to press harshly at your clit but it was too harsh at first and you jolted away from him with a yelp. He shushed you and gently began rubbing it in circles and you came all over him. The tightening from your orgasm triggered his own and he pushed inside you fully and began twitching, grunting like a wild beast into your shoulder. He had bit down onto the flesh and you could still feel his teeth there even when he pulled away to begin kissing you.

Both of you lay there for a while, just feeling everything in your bodies. Once the sweat had cooled on your skin, you turned over and whispered into Emmet’s ear, “I love you.”

And when Evelyn Abbott and her family came falling into Emmett’s little sanctuary, what they weren’t expecting to encounter was a pregnant young lady with him.

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artbychromo · 6 months

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so... ace-sabo roleswap AU? (I saw one too many ASL drawings of luffy & sabo laughing tearfully while a transparent ace smiles in ghostly benevolence. now I'm side-eyeing myself like, "...you good?")

au where ace goes missing when asl are kids (after picking a fight he shouldn't have) and is presumed dead... sabo doubles down on watching over luffy and sees him through to the day they both leave

I didn't really firm up anything about the AU, except I think it'd be interesting to see how the brothers' themes would change... like

maybe Sabo's story would explore freedom vs. isolation--all the years that sabo was looking after luffy on Goa and desperately avoiding capture by his parents, he was itching to run away... as much as he loves luffy, sometimes being on the same island as his parents made him feel like he couldn't breathe

his time with the RA gives him a taste of what real freedom is like. a part of him is still trying to reconcile his love for his brothers with how it burdened him at times; after all, threats against them were part of the reason he was captured when he was younger

the climactic moment at marineford;;; would be him finally seeing how it's all connected--how his dream and luffy's and ace's all fed into each other, how the love between them gave him the strength and passion to get up every day. akainu's taunting sabo that weakness and sentiment is all the revolutionaries/pirates know, and compared to the order and stability of the govt, no single one of them will ever stand a chance--"you're like a tiny drop of water against the flames of justice" as he goes after luffy

then sabo can loosely reference one of my favorite cloud atlas lines with "what's an ocean, but a multitude of drops?" as he saves luffy, knowing that this small act of love will billow out a millionfold and he finally feels both free and connected

i guess?????? i don't know

and then

ace's story would still focus on self-worth & love, but give way more emphasis to the idea of unconditional, inherent worth

in the fight that left him separated from L & S, he was trying to sacrifice himself protect them by rushing their attacker and throwing them both over a cliff into a stormy ocean. it knocks him around and nearly drowns him--he clings to a log to float but still winds up passing out from a blow to his head

after drifting ace is found... by the whitebeards? somehow? but when he wakes up, he doesn't remember much about himself. only a feeling like someone out there needs him to protect them, he just doesn't know who

the only thing he can really do about it is beg the WBs to help him get stronger... whitebeard's heart goes out to this kid, who apparently made his entire identity about his family

he tries to subtly teach ace the idea that he doesn't have to be needed by someone to deserve to live/be a part of their family, but it never quite gets through to ace, who's got some sort of allergy to acknowledging his own self-worth (it's really bc he has nightmares about all the terrible things he heard as roger's son)

and then... 8 years have gone by, and ace is looking at a familiar face in a newspaper. he's devastated as he remembers--he knows who needed him now, his family, and he's already failed them

he still feels the need to go find luffy, though, and with WB's blessing he tracks down the strawhats... sick to his stomach the whole time, wondering how luffy will react to such a worthless older brother

[insert the art at the top of the post :) ]

luffy's immediate, unwavering joy at seeing him and learning he's safe makes it all finally click for ace--that he's loved no matter what. or, to quote another fav story, "I'm loved now, but when I wasn't, it didn't mean I wasn't worthy of it."

UH anyway this is sappy and longer than planned. sending this out into the world acting like i don't care about it when in fact, now that i spent this much time on it, i care very much

#portgas d ace #monkey d luffy #one piece #not tagging sabo since this is a lil sad for him #uhhh #headcanons #?

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maochira · 1 year

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Imagine ego giving his kid one of gis signature speeches before a game to hype them up but there team looses

How would ego react to that

YES YES YES MORE DAD EGO!!! I love writing dad Ego everyone who requests him gets a kiss from me

Masterlist and my current Blue Lock writing event

Tags: gn!Ego's child!reader, reader is a teenager

-Ego's speeches to you before you play a match are pretty much a ritual. You can't believe ever playing in one without him talking to you for 5 minutes straight without a break

-usually, he does those speeches while you're driving in the car, but sometimes he does them right before your match starts

-your team is great, one of the best in your league. If not, Ego wouldn't let you play for that team

-so today, your match was against your number one rival team. Every match you've played against them has ended in a draw. But today was different. You lost

-Ego had held you an extra long speech that day. He wanted to see you finally beat that team. And he was so sure you'd be able to do it

-when you lost, you didn't even dare to look into the direction where Ego was sitting in the crowd

-your team has lost matches in the past, but it's never been an as important one as this, adding it being against your rival team, you could already sense your father's disappointment

-you've never dreaded leaving the locker room as much as you did today

-now, as you're walking through the hallway, Ego isn't waiting for you in his usual spot. It makes you even more nervous and your hands a little sweaty

-Ego isn't a mean or bad father, he isn't overly strict either. But when it comes to your soccer career, he's incredibly serious about it.

-you leave the building and walk towards the parking lot, where Ego is standing next to his car

-he doesn't even talk to you, he only gives you the "get in the car"-gaze. So that's what you do. Actually, for a moment you debate with yourself if you should sit on the backseat, but decide against it and get onto your usual place on the passenger seat.

-before Ego starts the car, he sighs deeply and says "I can't believe you lost."

-it makes you feel bad. You hate disappointing your father. It's worse than losing in the first place

-you start puzzling together an apology, but Ego makes you shut up and starts the car, he then drives out of the parking lot and for the next 2 minutes, there's complete silence between the two of you

-then, Ego starts criticizing some of your more reckless moves during the match and how many chances you've missed to steal the ball

-but while he's talking, you can't figure out the emotions he's feeling at all. Is he sad? Upset? Disappointed? Mad?

-you carefully listen to his criticism and end up apologizing once again

-Ego pulls the car to the side and stops it, then he looks you straight in the eyes and says "Why are you apologizing to me? You should apologize to yourself. Be sorry for yourself. Be sorry for yourself for losing a match as important as this."

-he pauses for a moment and sighs again before he continues with "This was a really important match and you failed. Not only you, but the rest of your team did as well."

-he continues driving and his words keep running through your head. Because yes, he's right. But you don't know how to respond, so you stay silent throughout the rest of the car ride, and so does Ego

-back at home, you immediately return to your room to think about the entire match. And you realize, you did play at your current fullest potential, but your fullest potential just wasn't enough. You know you have to improve a lot more if you want to beat your rivals the next time you play against them

-around two hours after returning home, Ego knocks at your door and asks to talk to you, so you tell him to come in

-he gives you another one of his speeches, but this time he adds some reassuring that despite the fact that you lost and how he criticized you when you were in the car, he's proud of how great your skills are for your age, and he motivates you to keep improving to beat your rivals the next time

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littlespacereader · 23 days

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Could you write little headcanons for Rex and Anakin?💖🍼

YESSSSS!! More Clone Wars/Bad Batch requests!! Thank you so much @pretty-fly-for-a-sky-guy ! I always go to write request like these right away because the Bad Batch and the Clone Wars are my hyper fixation at the moment so I’m always looking to express my love for it! This request is adorable!! Anakin and Rex would be such a chaotic duo of Littles together. Good luck to their Caregivers. Please enjoin the Headcannons below! Thank you for the request!

Little Anakin Skywalker & Little Captain Rex Headcannons💙🤍 (SFW)

Tags/TW- Clone Wars typical violence, cuddles, adorable Little sibling energy here

With what the two of them face in their daily lives, it’s no wonder Anakin and Rex are Regressors.

It all starts out with Anakin. Beyond stressed out with what the Jedi constantly asks of him. He was almost at a breaking point before Padame stepped in.

She introduced him to the idea of age regression. Something that at first he found really silly, but then found really really soothing. Anakin was ripped away from his mother at such a young age, he never had a chance to just be a kid.

Padame became his only Caregiver until Obi Wan found out. During a mission together Anakin returned to the shuttle and immediately started to regress without realizing it. Obi Wan, who knew right away what was happening, stepped in and watches over the boy.

Together Padame and Obi Wan became his primary Caregivers. Hiding Anakin’s regression from the Jedi and anyone else who would try to use it against him.

Regression does wonders for Anakin. He was able to run around, play with toys, create fun make believe missions, get into trouble…well…that last one he seems to do in and out of his regression.

But there was still something missing…he wanted a friend.

He couldn’t very well just ask someone. And he couldn’t force them. But the Galaxy has a funny way of doing things.

Being the Captain of the 501st has its advantages! But it also has its disadvantages. One being the amount of stress and guilt he has over his team.

Anakin witnesses this stress with Rex and realizes the perfect solution. When the two are alone Anakin begins to explain age regression to Rex.

At first Rex doesn’t really understand it and doesn’t know if he would make a good Little at all. For one, he’s never had a childhood…what do kids even do? Secondly he’s worried about his team finding out but Anakin and Obi Wan reassure him otherwise. Most of all he’s worried he might ruining regression for Anakin by doing something wrong. But he couldn’t be farther from the truth.

Anakin brings Rex along whenever he goes to regress with either Padame or Obi Wan. At first Rex just kind of seems lost as to what to do.

But they slowly start to coax him into cuddling or listening to a book or coloring. Eventually, in time, Rex becomes a care free, relaxed and over all happy Little.

Anakin becomes the token “big brother” while Rex becomes the “little brother.” Though the have the opposite personalities

A new Caregiver is added to the mix and that’s Ashoka. Rex brought her in on his regression when he was alone from the generals and just needed someone to look after him. Ashoka couldn’t be more honored and happy to do so.

Rex loves to hang around Ashoka. He always holds her hand and stays close to her. When he draws her something, he loved to sit and explain everything in the picture and why he drew it for her. “And this is us on the ship together. See? I drew your lightsaber.” “I do see. Wow! You’re amazing at drawing Rex.”

Seeing the two Littles play together is adorable to Padame, Ashoka and Obi Wan. Just like on the battlefield, Anakin takes the lead instructing Rex on what they’re going to play or what they’re going to draw. Rex always follows along like a good soldier would.

Anakin becomes the token “big brother” while Rex becomes the “little brother.” Though the have the opposite personalities.

With Anakin, he isn’t the most careful and usually goes into everything head first. When he brings Rex into his antics, it’s a recipe for disaster. *cue glass breaking* “Rex did it.” “I did not!”

While they’re very close and very energetic Little’s, the two also have totally different personalities when it comes to regression.

Anakin is a bit feisty when it comes to following rules and such. He always tries to get out of doing something while Rex never fights the rules and is always looking to help.

Rex aka “maybe we should ask our caregivers first.” Anakin aka “nah, let’s go for it” Skywalker

When he’s in trouble, Anakin will always blame it on Rex. But their caregiver know Rex would NEVER and put Anakin in a time out. He pouts but goes anyway.

What they are is cuddle bugs. Anakin always cuddles with Padame. It’s the only way his Little self will ever go to sleep, is if she’s next to him. The same goes for Rex with Ashoka. Obi Wan on the other hand discovered that if he cards his hand through either one of their hair, the sensation put them right to sleep. It’s his go to trick.

Rex’s favorite activity is drawing. He never really got the opportunity to try it as a kid so now he’s in love with it. He loves to make pictures for everyone. They always hanging it up to make Rex feel special about his creations, and he really does!

Anakin’s favorite activity is make believe games with Rex. They’re knights saving the princesses aka Padame and Ashoka or if one of them is missing Obi Wan becomes the princess.

Rex is a sleepy baby when he regresses. Alway falling asleep on his crayons. Meanwhile Anakin always fights nap time.

Rainy days are Rex’s favorite! He loves hearing the rain come down, hitting the window and making puddles outside. It reminds him of Kamino and soothes him.

After a while of regressing, Rex wants to bring someone else in to be their Caregiver too. Someone that isn’t a Jedi, but rather a clone who can understand him on that level. Someone he can relate to. That becomes Commander Cody.

Obi Wan is thrilled about the new Caregiver. Cody, who surprisingly knew a lot about regression, was more than happy to be able to look after Rex and Anakin when the others needed a well deserved break. He especially liked to hang out with Obi Wan outside of the battle field.

Rex really connects with Cody and is always happy over the big deal Cody makes whenever Rex draws him something as well. “This is for me? To keep? I am so honored Rex! This is a master piece!”

At the end of the day Rex and Anakin love all four of their Cgs. But it’s no secret to anyone that Anakin feels closer to Obi Wan and Padame while Rex is closer to Ashoka and Cody.

If one of them gets sick they both handle it very differently. Anakin is a big baby when he’s sick, laying around and wanting cuddles. Rex tried to hide his cold for as long as possible until he practically collapses. Then he turns into a cuddle bug like Anakin.

Doesn’t matter if they’re on the battlefield or the playroom, Anakin and Rex are superior duo. Both as Captain and General, or as Big brother and little brother.

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So, earlier this month, I could've sworn I posted a Wayne Munson grieving Eddie ficlet. But, for some reason it's gone? Like completely deleted. If it is already on my dashboard, oh well. So here it is again, it's sad. And not that happy. Enjoy!

(Can also be found on Ao3)

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It was a catastrophe what happened to Eddie, Wayne Munson understood. To his nephew, his only son, his world. The person that used to rise thirty minutes before school had to start. Who took showers vigorously (always claiming that "It's fine, Uncle Wayne. My hair is just hair." To which Wayne would show off his own balding head and chuckle when Eddie screeched). Who sat on the middle cushion of the couch, hunched over the low coffee table, scratching away at story building notes for the games Wayne still doesn't understand, and draw glorious pictures of extinct creatures and fabled warriors and fire breathing dragons. The person, especially, who set out with two left feet on the world, only one goal in mind: "No person will feel alienated or forgotten or scared, like I did, like I was growing up."

He knew that Eddie was always a good person. With impossible courage and a multitude of talents, some less important to the machine of existence, but all amazing in Wayne's eyes. Eddie was like that tree in the Shel Silverstein poem, giving and giving, expecting nothing in return, but he still did it anyway. In hopes...Wayne isn't sure what, but he can only silently pray, now, that Eddie got whatever fortunes he always wanted—even if it all remains astral and far away and never to be seen on Earth.

But he was good. Amazing. Important and worthwhile.

Scrawny and ill-tempered. Colorful and descriptive. Careful and kind, never begrudgingly those two, but Wayne suspects that there was still a mask that Eddie crafted. Because that's what he did. He made up a persona for all the people of Hawkins to see, just so he wouldn't get hurt the way he had when he was little.

Wayne has always suspected that there was a great amount of loss and responsibility driven through Eddie. No matter how many times he'd been assured, "No, Ed, whatever happened to your daddy and your mama had nothing to do with you," and "Bubba, bad things just happen. No way around 'em, but always a way through 'em. It ain't your fault." And now, here's the aftermath.

Here's the aftermath: A sunken trailer, and a lisp-bitten kid, and a blood crusted guitar pick hanging around Wayne's neck. Here's the aftermath: Silent and dark hours spent in the cafeteria of a school that hated Wayne's son, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich that Eddie would never be satisfied with (always one to portion out the condiments to his exact liking), and new missing person posters being put up—despite knowing that Eddie's not missing and he'll never return, despite knowing that if he were to return, he wouldn't be able to live, and despite knowing that there's still blood on both of their palms and only one of them would do time for it.

And the after of the aftermath: Wayne doesn't know what to do anymore.

He scurries around with a pack of people; teenagers and fresh twenty-somethings and a few adults that he could'a sworn were called crazy and declared dead. He used what he learned back in 'Nam to patch others up and to take cover and to close eyes of strangers he'll never get the chance to know, and in those moments, he shuts his eyes and mutters a prayer and tells his son to "Take care of 'em, you know what to do." He fights evil and feeds good people and squeezes their shoulder as a term of endearment, as silent praise, because there's no Eddie to receive it; just that Dustin Henderson kid and his gaggle of teenaged friends, Steve Harrington and his unlikely companions. He helps them out because he knows, now, that Eddie gave his life to save them and the town, and he'll carry on that duty, because what else is there to do? Tuck tail and run, Wayne used to say. You get yourself outta there, he'd mutter some time back. Run when it ain't good. But above all else, you remain good and kind and confident, and if there's nowhere else to turn, you be brave, but smart. Damn it, you be smart, Edward.

He tells the others the same. They heed their warnings. They know when to quit.

Nobody dies, not this time. But still, Wayne left his soul spattered in places, where Eddie once stood and where he once talked and where he once cried when it was all that was left to do.

So in the after-after of the aftermath: Wayne cries. Not quietly like he did when given the guitar pick necklace. Not subtly when he first heard of Eddie's disappearance.

No, it's like the fucking Hoover Dam cracked in two giant, crumbling pieces. With all the water and all the ground and all the sky that there is to offer. He crumples like the paper bag that Eddie used to give him for his late-night work lunches. His body contorts over his own knees, like threatening to throw up on his boots, and he heaves air as if it'll save him. From what, again, Wayne isn't sure. He flexes his fingers on his knees and gasps for air and he tastes blood on his tongue when he breathes a little too hard, and he is reminded of the way Dustin sat down to describe Eddie's final moments.

"Blood everywhere, in his mouth and on his cheek and in his hair. Laying still like a calm lake. Limp and warm, somehow still warm," Dustin had said, voice flat and distant. He was like Wayne's soldier buddies, the ones that grip to cans of Miller and go gravelly with the remembrance. "I held him until he went cold. It was cold down there, Mr. Munson. But he had been warm. And I held him, like you would a baby. And I told him I loved him. I told him I love him." And Wayne had held the poor kid between his arms, like he was an eight year old Eddie Munson on his doorstep, shaved hair and one of his canines missing and a duffel bag the size of Texas, loose clothing and skin so pale you could've seen through him if you squinted. But they swayed a little. They cried together, like grieving people should, Wayne had thought. And he was reminded all over again about Eddie, because everything reminds him of Eddie—even the twisted, burnt ends of cigarettes, and fingertip callouses, and Honeycomb crumbs still etched into the soles of Wayne's boots.

He wishes Eddie had been messier. He wishes he'd been less careful with everyday life, not this. Never this.

Wayne cries until there's nothing left to cry. And then he cries some more for the sake of doing so. And he stands to his full height like a wilting apple tree, brushes his palm over what remains of his hair, and sighs something caught between a cough and a billow of smoke.

Holes himself in a corner apartment that's as sterile and lifeless as every hospital Wayne will ever imagine. Thinks of it as his chunk of the universe, the one that should've been twenty years from now, where he's completely bald and rippled by arthritis and he's retired to some senior home, where Eddie ambles in with a shag-cut and a thousand new stories of grandkids or his spouse or a new restaurant he recently tried, where they sit under an awning clutching mugs of warm hot chocolate and watch all the stars in the sky—he listens to Eddie describe constellations and wonders just how his son grew to be so intelligent. And he'll ask, he always asks.

Eddie responds, "Learned it from you, old man." And Wayne digs into him for calling his uncle old. And Eddie always responded, "You'll always be the same to me. Don't change, Uncle Wayne. Don't change."

Wayne just chuckles and whispers, "That's my line."

And he is able to imagine, when visiting time is done, the way Eddie angles down to kiss Wayne's forehead. Whispers something under his breath. Says something like, "I love you." And goes home, to safety. To somewhere that Wayne remains.

In the apartment, though, Wayne will create a space where Eddie always remains.

Starting with his music. Loud and crazy. If only to fill the space. If only to understand Eddie as a beautiful catastrophe, not a sad one.

Never a sad one.

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A/N: Grief is mourning and then finding life all around you, where that life no longer lives.

#stranger things #fanfiction #wayne munson & eddie munson #wayne munson #eddie munson #angst and hurt/comfort #comfort is minimal #Wayne munson & the party #grief #dead eddie munson

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lil-tachyon · 1 year

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Recommend dinosaur media besides Jurassic Park?

Dinotopia: All the books are super fun, but the first and last are the best. Just some rambling, cozy journeys through an imagined land of prehistoric beasts and eclectic architecture. The middle two books are still great in terms of visuals, but they lean too much into narrative stuff and I don't think that's Gurney's strong point. The writing feels a lot more like a child's first chapter book. Maybe that's what he was going for, I'm not sure.

Xenozoic Tales: Long time fans of the blog will at this point be tired of me recommending it, but I'm not going to stop because most people I talk to (even other terminally-online SFF artists) still haven't read it. It's obviously super pulpy but it really grows into itself toward the end and is able to handle some more mature ideas without ever taking itself too seriously. Highly recommend.

An Alphabet of Dinosaurs: Just a great collection of Wayne Barlowe's paleoart. It's a 10-minute read and it's aimed at kids but you're buying it for the art and its one of the only Barlowe books you can reliably pick up for less than $10 so I'd say it's worth it. Good chance your library may have it, too.

Dinosaurs by Thomas R Holtz Jr: Very accessible non-fiction work on dinosaur biology and cladistics. It's probably a bit dated now (came out in 2007) and the art is very hit-or-miss (about half the illustrations are obvious products of the era of early digital art when everyone was photobashing and throwing these awful digital textures onto everything, ugh...) but it remains a fun and informative read. If anyone has a more contemporary but similarly thorough dinosaur book, please let me know! I know there have been a lot of huge discoveries, especially from China, since this book came out.

C. M. Kosemen's (keep track of how many times that name appears on this list) and @simon-roy 's Dinosauroids: This was a HUGE influence on what I wanted to draw and what kind of stories I wanted to tell when I first found it and middle school and it still totally holds up. Check it out here!

Walking With Dinosaurs: Huge, multi-part BBC documentary from 1999 that presented stories about Mesozoic fauna as if it was a contemporary nature documentary. The CGI for which it was initially so famous is very dated now but the practical effects are great and it's honestly the narration and presentation that sells it anyway. Also recommend Walking With Monsters which is the same thing but for the Paleozoic. People routinely upload both series on youtube, they're not hard to find.

All Yesterdays by Jon Conway, C. M. Kosemen, and Darren Naish: Unique and outrageous reconstructions of dinosaurs and other paleofauna that challenge our preconceptions and highlight the limits of our understanding of their appearance and behavior. Also really cool for me personally because in my lifetime I've seen this book go from a neat project by people I followed on deviantart to being (rightly) considered a landmark in paleoillustration.

Dino Run: This game bangs and I pity the kids who weren't around in 2008 when this took over the internet for a brief but wonderful period

The Rite of Spring segment from Fantasia: From the big bang to the climactic end of the Mesozoic, all set to Stravinsky. Apparently the only Disney media I enjoy is stuff that The Mouse just does not give a shit about because this one's also on youtube.

That's some stuff off the top of my head, should be enough for now. I may add more if I think of it. Some parting thoughts:

C. M. Kosemen's youtube channel is great for learning about what I'll call "esoteric paleontology" for lack of a better term. Also he just does lots of weird, eclectic videos that I find interesting.

I don't hesitate to recommend Genndy Tartakovsky's Primal because he's literally never disappointed me and everyone I know says it's great, but I personally have not yet gotten around to watching it.

I don't promote pseudoscience, but I do think David Peters is a funny guy with weird, neat ideas. TLDR this one guy has a bunch of fringe theories about pterosaur biology and believes that because literally no one else agrees with him that he must be being censored by "mainstream science." Don't believe any of it, just enjoy the weirdness.

Any time you can pick up a dinosaur or other paleofauna book secondhand, I recommend you do it. Tons of outdated and cheap books that nonetheless contain great illustrations. That kinda stuff is a constant source of inspiration for me.

The Land Before Time is probably still great. It's been over a decade since I last watched it, but I have fond memories. Maybe time for a rewatch...

#dinosaurs #paleoart #dinosaur media #wayne barlowe #cm kosemen #send me an ask!

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wombatcat1903 · 2 years

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Bokuto x bestfriend!reader headcanons(post-college au)

Backstory: you and bokuto have been friends since you were kids. Both have been in love with eachother since middle school but neither confessed. After a few years you guys lost touch but have recently become close again.

Warning: nsfw.

Tags: praise, fingering, overstimulation

Mdni

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1. Bokuto is very affectionate person and is always touching you in some way. Holding hands, playing with you hair, a hand on your back, etc.

2. He comes over to your place every chance he gets between practice and games. He barely goes to his own place.

3. He has a drawer in your house full of his stuff.

4. You always cook for him and in return he makes you breakfast if he had stayed the night.

5. Since you have a one bedroom apartment he sleeps on the couch and won't sleep on the bed no matter how many times you've asked.

6. There was one incident that happened when you guys had started to hang out again where he had stayed the night and slept beside you. He had been so excited and nervous that he had barely gotten any sleep and had woken up with the biggest morning wood ever.(since lets be honest he is not a small man in any way) he had woken up before you and had been mortified since he didnt want to make you uncomfortable. Cold shower did not work for him since just seeing your stuff and being surrounded by your scent would make him excited again. He had to rub one out in your bathroom and he felt so guilty about that.

7. After that incident he never slept beside you again.

8. You guys being affectionate is one of his favourite things about your relationship however that has its own downsides too. If he doesn't focus really hard even small touches from you can excite him.

9. He wears only sweatpants when he's at your house. Big baggy sweatpants so when incidents occur you wouldnt be able to see it.

10. He loves/hates when you guys cuddle while watching tv, cause you usually start drawing patterns on his thigh with your finger after you get lost in the movie. Blood rushes down so fast that he gets dizzy. He can never bring himself to tell you to stop. So he sits there painfully hard all through out the movie.

11.he once found your vibrator while he was looking for something. he laid there on the couch all night picturing you using it, naked on your bed with your legs spread, moaning his name.

12. After a while things got so hard for him that he stopped coming around for a while. Big mistake. Not even 5 days had past and he already missed you so much and you had stopped talking to him since he had stopped talking you out of nowhere and you were mad.

13. He shared his struggles with atsumu in that time who suggested that he should come clean(not about the horniness about his feelings)

14. Getting you to talk to him was a struggle on his own. You made him work for you attention and affection and he worked so hard.

15. After two weeks of him trying to win you back you finally agreed to meet him at a cafe so he could explain why he suddenly ghosted you.

16. He confessed his feelings for you and asked you out. You were so shocked since you thought he only saw you as a friend but you obviously said yes.

17. I headcanon that he is a soft service dom. He both loves being praised and praising you. Once he found out that being praised is one of your weaknesses he started using it against you. And he gets very dirty with it. Both in public and private. More subtly in public but still enough to have an effect(affect?) On you. In privaye though? He is on anothet level. He praises you in a low and calm voice which and doesn't stop untill you're stammering and you face is all red.

18. He has a size kink. One of his favourite things is to sit you between his legs and finger you untill you're crying from overstimulation. He spreads and traps your legs under his so you wouldn't be able to run away. He starts with whispering praises in your ear until you've completely melted and the only thing you can do is whimper for him to do something. He starts with featherlight touches on your thighs very close to where you want him the most but never touching it. He won't touch you where you want him untill you start begging and whining for him. He rubs you clit with one hand in slow circles untill you start bucking your hips, he then picks up the pace and inserts one finger inside you with(?) His other hand.

Everything about him is big. Specially his fingers and it takes sometime for you to adjust to them. He loves that. He loves the fact that even one of his fingers can make you fall apart.

He never stops at one though. Sooner than you can handle he is inserting another one and relishing in the way you throw your head back and moan, tears gathering in your eyes. He is merciless about it. He fingers you hard and fast, hitting and rubbing your gspot with no mercy. He doesn't stop even after you've come. He doesn't stop when your legs start to shake and you try closing them. He doesn't stop when you come again. He doesn't stop when the tears start to fall or when you begs.

By the time he stops you can't even form full sentences and can't even remember how many times you've come. But he does. He counts everytime. He wants to know how many times he can get you to come before you are completely spent.

#bokuto headcanons #bokuto smut #bokuto x female reader #bokuto koutaro x y/n #bokuto x you #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto x gender neutral reader #haikyuu!!#bokuto kotaro smut #bokuto kotaro x you #bokuto koutarou

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contemporarybardess · 5 months

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A Brew-tiful Day || Elora & Ariadne

Timing: Pre-goo, late summer/early fall

Location: A Latte to Love

Parties: @ariadnewhitlock & @contemporarybardess

Trigger Warnings: N/A

Summary: Two cinnamon rolls grab coffee together

It was another overcast day, as was typical for Maine. While Elora didn’t miss the heat and constant hurricanes of South Carolina, sun and clear skies were things she had grown to long for again. On this particular muggy day, Elora was at a coffee shop she had grown to really like going to, A Latte To Love. The variety was exceptional, she felt as though she could come in every day ordering something new and never run out of options.

She was told that a lot of college kids hang out there, but she didn’t see many. In fact, she seemed to be the only other customer here, probably because it was the middle of a weekday. She figured since it was still summer a lot of the students were still back at home. She looked into her coffee and figured to herself that it was good they were away from here. She did love the nice east coast small town charm, but the strange happenings and disappearances were a bit much for her to take in some times.

She was taking slow sips of her coffee and scrolling through her phone when she suddenly heard the door open behind her. She turned around, and locked eyes with another woman entering the store.

So she hung out in A Latte to Love more than was probably strictly necessary, but Ariadne liked being able to look for Wynne – to look out for them, because after everything that had happened with them, she didn’t want to risk any sort of further harm coming to them. She wasn’t really sure what she could do to help them, but she did know that she’d try her best to fix or save or do anything that made sure they were safe and knew that they were loved.

She’d brought along a sketch pad today – something about drawing being calming or something, and she figured that the café would have plenty of things to draw – her partner included, of course, though Ariadne was fairly certain she didn’t need to see them to draw their likeness. She was fairly sure she had them memorized. Which made sense, given how much love she felt for them.

Ariadne pushed open the door to the cafe, only to find it relatively empty, except for one woman, who she just happened to make immediate eye contact with. She gave a small, slightly awkward wave. She didn’t know if she was supposed to go over to where she was, or just sit in her own seat – once she’d ordered a drink, of course.

Elora Spiros was many things, but socially competent was not one of them. Now this stranger coming into the store had made eye contact with her, and she could do nothing else but return the awkward friendly wave. Was she supposed to break eye contact now? Where does she look, back down at her drink? She hadn’t realized she waved with her injured hand, which was still bandaged up. She kept her hand open, not wanting to give away that she couldn’t move three of the fingers on that hand. She hoped that the woman who came in didn’t notice the bandage.

Curiosity got the better of her, and she couldn’t help but try and subtly study the woman. Again, she was aware of the fact that she was probably about as subtle as a freight train, so quickly stopped and hoped she hadn’t creeped the stranger out any. She had yet to make many connections in this town and she figured it’d be just like her to scare off someone just trying to get some coffee.

Unfortunately, as fate would have it, when she chanced a glance over again as the strange woman was coming back from the counter, they made eye contact yet again. This time, she figured she needed to say something. Sure, one accidental glance warrants an awkward nod and wave, but two? Now she needs to assure this woman that she’s definitely not a weirdo.

“Hi there! I don’t think we’ve met, I’m Elora. Sorry to be all weird in a coffee shop, we just kept making eye contact so I thought it’d be weird not to say something. And now I’m doing that thing where I’m nervous and can’t stop myself from talking, but anyway, just introducing myself!” The more she spoke the faster her words became, and she knew she’d have to cut herself off at some point. She couldn’t help but cringe internally and hope they’d just ignore what she said or give a nod and move along instead of giving her a weird look.

“Yeah, sorry. I just – you looked a little familiar, and that’s not a line, I have a partner, but I – sorry if I made it awkward for you.” Ariadne looked down at her feet. “I also talk a lot sometimes when I get nervous. Well, that or I’ll just fully stop talking but I – yeah. It’s – do you want to sit together?”

Right. Names. “I’m Ariadne,” Ariadne replied. “I - uh, I’m a dance major at the college. And art history, but the dance is what I love most. Not that I don’t love art history.” There she went again, over-explaining while still keeping everything still unknown, roughly. Because too many people knowing too much made her feel sick. Even just a few people knowing too much was terrifying in the worst of ways.

“Do you go to school there?”

Oh good, she also seemed to talk a lot when she got nervous. Elora was relieved to see she hadn’t made herself seem like a complete weirdo to this new person. She was happy that she received the invitation to sit together. She gestured to the seat across from hers.

“By all means”.

She thought a dance major sounded fun and interesting. She could also appreciate the classics in terms of art. She had heard about college life and always thought it’d be a good path for her. She did love to study nature, so maybe some sort of biology path? She also loved to party, and she knew the local college didn’t disappoint when it came to those. Still, she doubted that the local university would accept someone with no formal transcripts or diploma, let alone an SAT score. Instead, any studying Elora did would have to be done independently, which she didn’t mind. She had done it her whole life already.

“College isn’t really my thing. I never saw the point in shelling out a lot of money I don’t have. Besides, I grew up kind of…off the grid. Deep south, you know how it is. Anyway, no formal education K-12 means college isn’t in the cards for me regardless.” Elora allowed a disappointed expression to flash across her face briefly, before returning her expression to neutral.

“Ah well, some things can’t be helped I guess. Did classes start already? How far are you into your degree? I make music so I guess that’s sort of similar to dance?”

The other woman was exceptionally kind, and Ariadne found herself relaxing (as much as she could) and feeling more at ease (again, in as much as she was able) as she nodded, sitting down in the seat across from her.

At least she hadn’t made a complete fool of herself.

That was always some kind of win, in her book. It had to be, or else she’d have next-to-no wins, and Ariadne didn’t want that. She also didn’t want to go around feeling all sorry for herself, but that part was unavoidable sometimes. Even if it did her literally no good at all.

“I have some other friends who grew up that way.” She nodded. Sure, she’d met more people who’d grown up that way in the past half-year than she could ever recall meeting before, but of course, when she was little, a good number of the people she’d met had been at school with her, making it near-impossible for them to have grown up in the way that this woman had, or the way that Wynne had, or Cass, too.

“I mean, I think you still could, but I get the not wanting to shell out money.” She offered the woman a sympathetic smile.

“Not yet – I’ll be a senior in the fall. Yes, well, as much as it is technically possible, I find that without music dance isn’t quite as much fun. What kind of music do you make?”

As the woman across the table spoke, Elora found herself sitting forward to listen more attentively to what the woman had to say. She had certainly piqued her interest, and now she was saying she knew some people who grew up in the deep south. She couldn’t help but wonder if she ever had a run in with any of these individuals. Doubtful, she figured. Usually anybody who had the misfortune of crossing too close to their colony didn’t end up getting to return home. While Elora herself distanced herself from the violence against humans, many in her colony saw no issue in hunting down any trespassers.

“Ah, what part? I grew up in South Carolina, a small little slice of nothing right between Charleston and Savannah.” She had hoped these acquaintances of hers were a bit less rough around the edges than the humans she had come to know down there. And, for her sake, she also hoped they didn’t hold as much contempt for the inhuman.

“I have to agree, you could dance without music. But you’d look pretty funny trying to do it. Maybe like a mime dance routine?” She pondered what a dance number with no music would look like, and concluded it would probably just look like someone flailing their body around. “I think the best way to describe my music would be ‘indie-pop’ with more focus on electronic themed instrumentation. I don’t know if you’ve heard of Lorde? Or Maisie Peters? But kinda similar to that sound.”

“Ah, I see. Well I wish you the best of luck as you finish out your degree.” She took a long pause as she thought about her own career goals. Maybe some formal education in how to compose music would do her some good. Maybe she needed to face reality that the music she put out possibly just wasn’t good. But it could be with a little guidance. “We’ll see if I change my mind on the whole ‘school’ thing. I’d be a little out of my element. And I’m uh, how shall I put this, flat broke. But hey, if you ever need anything to dance to, I might be able to help out? I’d love to hear something of mine performed, even if it’s for a college dance routine.”

“Um, I am not sure? I think maybe like, Hilton Head, maybe? Sorry — I should probably have made sure I remembered things before I started talking about this to you.” Ariadne made a small face. That sure was one heck of a bad start to conversation, bad first impression, or bad insert-something-else-here kind of thing.

”Please. Not mimes. That does not sound like a fun dance routine — at least for me! Mimes just aren't really my vibe, you know? I like brighter and warmer colors.” That and insulting mimes in this town seemed like a bad idea. There were a great many mime fanatics around, it seemed.

The names that the other woman used were not fully familiar, but Ariande recognized them well enough. “I have heard of them! Maisie's got a great voice - well, so does Lorde, but my point is yes. Your music must be good if it's like theirs.” It was her honest opinion - Ariadne very rarely didn't give that, even though she always made certain to do so with as much kindness as she could. Which was never something she found too hard, but rather something she was grateful to have.

“Oh, thank you!” She grinned. “I think college is neat, but it's also not for everyone. But UMWR's got a good program, for what it's worth...” her voice trailed off. “Oh! Yeah, that could be wicked cool. I don't always get to make final decisions and stuff, but I bet your music would be great to have in a dance production. Um, do you have samples, or do you wanna send me some, or come by sometime...?” Ariadne scrunched up her nose. “I'm not really sure how the like, officials go about all this, but I sound official, right? Like, totally official and real and legit.” Except probably not, especially given how she was phrasing things right now. “We're also good, I promise. Like, we're a good group. We don't just settle for mediocre stuff.”

She almost let out a soft laugh at the mention of Hilton Head. She wished she grew up in a place so nice. Hilton Head was a popular tourist destination, actually not too far from where her colony was. However, she highly doubted any sane human being would spend money to go anywhere near her colony the way they would throw money at Hilton Head.

“It’s nice there, but unfortunately no. Not too far from there though!” She replied, hoping she didn’t ask for a specific town. The last thing she needed was to give a town she had grown up in or knew people in, that would only breed suspicion. She still wasn’t comfortable having someone from this town knowing exactly who she was quite yet.

“Oh mimes are so fun though! At least when they’re good and creative. Way too many are still on the ‘stuck in a box’ routine from like 50 years ago. But I agree, bright and warm is way better for a dance routine!”

“I’m glad you’re a woman of good taste”, she was pleased that Ariadne knew who she was referring to. She loved her sound and felt as though her style of music was one she could emulate the best. “I don’t know if I execute it quite as well as they do, but your confidence is noted and very much appreciated!”

Now here she was asking for samples. She did have a few; one or two of them actually being usable for a dance number. However, she was worried about having somebody else listen to her music. It was in a recording with pretty significant electronic instrumental backings too it, so she wasn’t worried about accidentally enthralling the woman. She was just worried that she wouldn’t like it. But, she figured, if she planned on being famous from her music, that would entail people listening to her music. So she pulled out her laptop and opened up FLStudio, where she had a variety of finished tracks stored.

“Is there a specific place I should send it to? Maybe I can send it to you and you can show it to whoever needs to hear it? I’d love to see a performance of something I’ve written, that would be so cool!” She said, trying to play off her nerves as excitement.

“I’m sure where you’re from is equally as beautiful.” Ariadne didn’t mean it in even a remotely patronizing kind of way, and she hoped that Elora didn’t take it that way. That sure would’ve been one heck of a crummy first impression to make on someone whose songs you might actually dance to.

She offered the woman a shrug. “To be fair, a lot of things freak me out, so I’m sure mimes are wonderful and lovely, there’s just something about how they stare at you that gives me a bit of the hibbie-jibbies.” Ariadne made a small face. “But if there’s any mimes nearby, I promise that I’m not being rude. Maybe I just need to understand more about all of you.” Turning back to Elora, she took another drink and listened to what else she had to say.

“I mean, that’s saying a lot, but thank you. I suppose my music taste is something I am actually a bit proud of.” She paused a moment, “it’s okay if it’s different, and I mean, I know you, so pretty much that means I’ll maybe like it more, ‘cause it’s more personal. I do think that ABBA and Fleetwood Mac – or Stevie Nicks herself – couldn’t be topped, but anything else? I’m more than willing to give it a shot.”

“Oh, yeah, you can send it to my email – it’s just a-w-h-i-t-l-o-c-k at u-m-w-r-dot-e-d-u.” She picked at her nails a moment. “I’m happy to pass it along, and to put in a good word for you too, if that sounds like what you’d want?”

She let out a half hearted smirk at Ariadne’s mention of her hometown. It was beautiful, before she fucked everything up. But all of that was neither here nor there now. The more she dwelled on it, the worse off she would be. Elora knew that all too well.

She couldn’t help but notice the sheer… overpoliteness the woman in front of her. She was certain there weren’t any mimes in that coffee shop for her to accidentally offend, but she found the apology charming in a way.

“I say if it’s music that you like, then it’s good taste in music. Even if that music is 10 hours of random beeps and buzzes. If it means something to you and makes you feel something, then it’s good music.”

“Nobody could ever top the queen herself”, she replied, although she secretly wished she could. She saw Stevie Nicks as a huge role model for her musically, and was by far her favorite artist. Though her actual music didn’t match up with Nicks’s style very much, that didn’t mean she didn’t try to emulate her work ethic and process every time she sat down to record. “It’s good to hear you’re so open though, you never know what new kind of music you’ll end up really liking!”

She quickly started typing away at her keyboard as she pulled up her email. She picked a few tracks that she thought would be potentially good for a dance routine. Songs with fast beats and constant motion. She waited a painstakingly long time for each file to upload to her email. “Sorry, coffee shop wi-fi. Definitely not the best.” At long last, the files finally uploaded and she eagerly sent them over to Ariadne’s email.

“There! You should have them now. Thank you so much again for getting them out there! I’m hoping somebody likes them enough to use one. Here, I’ll give you my number so you can keep in touch and update me if anything happens, okay?”

“I like how you think a lot. Though I will say, my favorite music is not beeps and buzzes, but I can respect it if it is somebody’s, for sure!” Which was true – both because she wanted to be nice and because of the fact that she just didn’t lie. Or, at least, not usually. Not if she could do anything at all to avoid it. Which Ariadne very much made every effort to.

And Elora liked Stevie Nicks, which meant that she had to be good, because bad and evil people didn’t like Stevie, right? They couldn’t. That would just be preposterous. Not that Ariadne even sort of thought Elora was bad or evil, but still, the point stood. “My –” she wasn’t sure what to call Leila, because friend didn’t feel totally right but neither did mentor, because they hadn’t talked as much as she would’ve liked, and “cool aunt” felt far too presumptuous on Ariadne’s part. “Somebody I know gave me an outfit that looks kinda like one of Stevie’s, and it’s probably my favorite clothing item in my wardrobe.”

A nod. “Oh yeah, for sure. I mean, lots of screaming maybe isn’t super my thing, but I don’t like horror movies either really all so much, so maybe I just don’t like screaming.” Ariadne did sometimes jump when the people she fed on screamed, and she’d sometimes done their dishes because she’d felt guilty after the fact. And during. But she’d done the dishes after.

“No worries, sometimes emails just take some time.” Ariadne shrugged. “I got them, yeah, and I’ll make sure at least one of them gets used, ‘cause that’s something you deserve.” She nodded assuredly. “Yes, and I’ll give you my number, too.” She texted Elora a ‘hey! :)’ and looked back up at her. “Now you’ve got my number, too.”

“Well, you’d be surprised. There’s an audience for just about anything”, Elora said, matter of factly. She often wondered about people with very niche musical tastes. How did they view more traditional and widely popular music? Were they the weird ones to them? All art is subjective, music was no exception to this.

Her somebody? Now that was an interesting dynamic, but Elora knew better than to pry.

“Interesting I kinda like some of the screaming songs. But only the parts where they’re not screaming, if that makes sense? Like they’ll have some parts where it sounds a little more…traditional you could call it? Either way, I can’t say I blame ya if it isn’t your thing. It’s not mine either.”

She looked down at her cracked phone screen and saw the text come in.

“Perfect! Well I definitely look forward to hearing from you then. It was really great getting to meet you too, you’re such a sweet person! I’m very excited to see where this goes!”

#wickedswriting #contemporarybardess #ariadnewhitlock #A Brew-tiful Day

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cutedisneygrl · 5 months

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Sophia's Cowboy

This is a one shot that @frogeezz-blog-blog asked me to write. Hope you like it.

This picks up where the movie ended, I included just a little bit of the last part of the movie. Hope you enjoy it. I had a little bit of a hard time writing this. I loved this movie, so I hope you like this one shot I wrote from it.

Luke pulls up in front of the museum and waits for Sophia to get off work. Sophia looks up and sees Luke’s truck and smiles. She grabs her purse and walks out, locks the door and climbs into this truck.

Luke kisses her.

“How was the museum?”

“Great! How was the ranch?”

“Great.”

He then drives them to the black mountain college where the sit under a tree and the letters that Iris had given them

Later they get into the pond. Luke and Sophia love their lives together. Sophia works at the museum that was dedicated to Iris and Ruth that display all the drawings they owned. Luke is working at the ranch. He has given up being a bull rider. There are some days he misses it, but he knows he couldn’t have kept doing it forever. Sophia worried about him every day when he did ride so after much discussion and even some arguing Luke decided to give up riding bulls and work full time on the ranch. Sophia always loved seeing Luke in a cowboy hat. He was her cowboy.

A few years pass and Sophia longs to expand their family. She has not talked to Luke yet because she isn’t sure he is ready yet. They have not talked about having children and he stays busy with the ranch. They do make time for each other and spend time together when they can, but having a child is a big responsibility and Sophia doesn’t know if he will be ready for that yet.

One evening they are sitting under their favorite tree at the Black Mountain College. Sophia is leaned up against Luke. He has his arm around her.

“Your quiet, everything okay?” Luke asked.

“Yes. I have just been thinking.”

“About?”

“We have never talked about having children, but I want a baby.”

Luke smiles. “You do?”

“Yes. I don’t know how you feel about having kids, since we have never talked it.”

“I would love to children with you Sophia.” He smiles.

“You would?”

“Yes. Why do you sound so surprised?”

“I don’t know. We never talked about it so I didn’t know if you did or not.”

He smiles and leans down and kisses her. “Well, I do. I want to have children with you, and have little ones running around. We could even start now.” He winks.

Sophia laughs. “Here at the college?”

Luke laughs, “No I didn’t mean here.” He stands up and takes Sophia’s hand and pulls her up then walks them quicky to his truck. He helps her into the truck then he climbs in and drives them back to the ranch.

A few weeks later

Sophia is sitting at her desk at work. She places her hand on her belly and smiles. She had recently found out she was pregnant but hadn’t told Luke yet. She was waiting for just the right moment to tell him. He would be coming to pick her up and minute and they were going to their favorite spot at Black Mountain College, she planned to tell him then. It had been a few weeks since they had been. Luke had been busy with the ranch, so they hadn’t been able to go. She knew this was her chance to tell him. She couldn’t wait to see his face when she told him he was going to be a father.

Tag List: @frogeezz-blog-blog @cevansbaby-dove @lizette50 @nicoline1998enilocin @cutelatinagirl @katherineswritingsblog

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ao3time · 2 years

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Idioms In Gotham

@acingrayson: Regular people: "smell the flowers!" ( enjoy things!) Gothamites: "smell the flowers" (get stupidly caught by a rogue)

I hc that Gothamites have like a whole lexicon of phrases that mean completely different things than literally anywhere else

Me: This looks like a fun way to procrastinate! Let’s get some of that sweet, sweet dopamine!

"Beat around the bush" also comes from Ivy and her plants. It means being late to something because of inconvenient Rouge shenanigans making your commute way longer than expected

"Call it a day" is when a night is surprisingly calm for Gotham, so it may as well be daytime. "Call it a night" is the opposite.

"Cutting Corners" is being careful or cautious, because sticking to walls shadows and corners is the best way to walk from point a to b without being caught off guard.

"When you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras" is to be an idiot who underestimates the theatricality of Gotham nightlife

"It's not rocket science" is what you say when someone is trying to make something logical that will never be logical. You can try to be as analytical if you want but sometimes it's all magic and curses.

"Let someone off the hook" is to fall into a trap by trying to rescue a seemingly innocent victim. Wasting time you should spend running untying, unhooking, or otherwise freeing someone who is just as likely to turn on you.

"Miss the boat" came about when 3 separate villains intentionally crashed ships into Gotham in the span of 3 months. Miss the boat means to repeatedly dodge bad luck by sheet chance.

"No pain, no gain" means to call something a draw. It's okay you didn't get anything out of it, at least you aren't in pain.

"Time flies when you're having fun" is a warning to small kids. Don't have too much careless fun or night will hit and you'll be unprepared.

"Get bent out of shape" means something didn't go as bad as it could have. Like a bent streetlight as opposed to one that falls on someone's head.

"A bird in the bush is worth two in the hand": this altered saying refers to Robin and other vigilantes being great from afar, but if they're near you, your day either has been or will be bad.

"A perfect storm" is any natural disaster or bad weather event that doesn't include supervillain shenanigans.

"Bite off more than you can chew" means to be smart and take any and every resource you can, because you may not have the chance later

"Break the ice" means to go about your day after something catastrophic. It originated from workers calmly going at their office doors with icepicks after an attack from Mr. Freeze because their boss still needed the quarterly reports in today

"By the skin of your teeth" to get through an event alive, but with weird unexplained medical effects

"Do something at the drop of a hat" enact a safety plan the instant that anything goes even a little bit wrong.

"Every cloud has a silver lining" means don't dawdle looking at pleasant or pretty sights. Sources disagree about whether the "silver" refers to knives and swords, or lead poisoning.

"Go on a wild goose chase" For a hot second in the 90's there was a goose themed rouge. This means to be chased, caught or tormented by a off-off-off brand villain. Your friends are never going to let you live it down.

"It's a piece of cake" = too good to be true

"It's raining cats and dogs" = a villain scheme disguised as a natural disaster. It doesn't matter if you don't know the motive or the objective, you stay inside and keep your head down.

"On this ice" also comes from Mr. Freeze. It means that whatever the inconvenience is, it's small enough that you can go about your day, so don't expect sympathy.

"Take it with a grain of salt" means to prepare some small thing to keep you safe. Named after a woman who would throw salt over her shoulder for good luck every 5 minutes while running errands.

"The early bird gets the worm" is a threat. 'worm' here refers to petty criminals and mildly bad people. The early bird refers to new Robins who are overeager and haven't learned how to pull their punches or prioritize. It's a playful way to tell a friend that karma is coming for them (example: "What the hell? You stole my popcorn!" "What are you going to do about it?" "The early bird gets the worm, you know!")

"There's a method to his madness" means that if you try to understand the rouges, you will go mad

"Calm before the storm" is a positive saying because sometimes a good natural disaster means everyone will just stay home and ignore each other

"Fortune favors the bold" refers to how those crazy rouges and bats and dramatic theater kids of all sorts Somehow make it out of everything unscathed. Basically means 'life's not fair' or 'if there is a god he has a sick sense of humor'

"Sitting on the fence" means letting your guard down. You shouldn't be resting out in the open like that!

"Seeing eye to eye" = being unexpectedly trapped in close quarters with someone.

"You can catch more flies with honey than you can with vinegar"= don't be too nice to people, or you could attract trouble. It's better to be standoffish. These are very much up for grabs if anyone likes them!

#batman #gotham world building #gothamites #only in gotham #BatFam #idioms

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littlemissaddict · 1 year

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Pumpkins? - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: A short Halloween blurb where they carve a couple of pumpkins.

Word Count: 1615

“What you got there, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, slightly amused as he lets himself into the backdoor of her house where he finds her standing behind the island in the kitchen as she waits for him. In front of her there’s what looks like a blanket obscuring two lumps beneath it and he has a feeling he knows exactly what she’s got. She’s been pestering him since the beginning of the month, not that he minds because she’s pretty cute when she’s excited, to go pick out pumpkins so that they could carve them together on a completely cliche fall date. He would never give her the satisfaction of knowing that he was already planning such a cliché date before she’d suggested it, instead letting her think she’d come up with a brilliant date idea just so he could see how happy it’d make her.

Her eyes sparkle along with the smile that lights up her face and it’s contagious as Eddie finds himself smiling along at her happiness despite not knowing exactly what she has planned. With extra flair as she knows Eddie has a thing for dramatics, she pulls the blanket from the counter like a magician revealing that he’s made objects disappear, only she’s revealing the two pumpkins she picked out earlier.

“Ta dah” she grins, bouncing on the balls of her feet from excitement as she wills Eddie to come closer a little bit faster. “I know we were going to go pick some together but I couldn’t help myself and these are just the perfect size and shape that I couldn’t pass them by” she explains, mouth running faster than he has a chance to keep up with although he gets the gist of what she is saying.

“And here I was thinking you wanted a cute date at the pumpkin patch, maybe I’ll just have to find someone else to take now you’ve been, hmm I wonder if Steve is free” Eddie teases, resting his hand under his chin as he pretends to think. Out of the corner of his eye he can see her face fall, a pout gracing her plump lips and he’s quick to drop the act, hating to see her upset even if he is just teasing. “I’m kidding sweetheart, do you really think I’d miss out on spending time with you?” He chuckles, wrapping his arms around her waist and drawing her into his chest as his lips find her forehead then pulling away with a loud ‘mwah’ sound which makes her laugh.

“Okay, okay now you’ve had your fun it’s time to start” she giggles, pushing at his chest in fake annoyance even though she loves being close to him and she knows that he knows it. “Just help me put this down first because if we stain anything my parents will kill me” she adds, waving the shower curtain? Or that's what it looks like to him, around before instructing him to lift each pumpkin.

“So do you have a plan or is it just kind of dig in and see what happens?” he asks, knowing that she’s probably got everything planned as usual. A trait that he loves about her, even though most of what he does is spontaneous, save Hellfire, yet they compliment each other so well.

Handing him one of the knives that laid out on the table, she sighs and rolls her eyes over exaggeratedly, “well we’ve got to take the insides out first and then we carve” she says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, even though she knows that’s not what Eddie meant, “but if you meant designs I’d hoped you had one picked out because I gave you plenty of warning” she joked making him laugh. She was right in giving him time to know that they were doing this but as for a warning they were doing it today that was debatable, “but if you don’t I sketched a few designs” she added.

“Wait you ‘sketched' some designs” Eddie asked amazed, he definitely wanted to see said designs because if there was one thing she wasn’t so great at it was drawing. Not that he was going to make fun of them, he treasured each and everyone that she gave him, he mainly wanted to see if he could guess what each drawing was.

“Yes and as long as you promise not to tease then I will show you them” she replied, successfully managing to get the top off the pumpkin that she was working on before she turned to him pointing the knife at him.

Despite knowing that she would never hurt him, he must admit that she did look rather menacing standing there with the knife pointing at him, "woah there, careful where you're pointing that" he said, gently reaching forward to take the knife from her hand, "because I know it's Halloween but we don't need any blood today" he laughs, using it to make a start on his own pumpkin, his own that she'd handed to him forgotten for the moment.

"Haha very funny" her tone was sarcastic but there was a smile on her face as she turned away from him and began to scrape the insides from the pumpkin.

To say they'd made a mess was an understatement, considering the cover they'd put down beforehand they'd still managed to get pumpkin seeds and the stringy bits all over the floor. As long as they cleaned them up before her parents got home then she doubted there would be any trouble though the way Eddie was going then they'd be lucky to finish before then.

"No Eddie" she squealed, backing away from him as he tried yet again to put his sticky hands on her to pull her in for a kiss, "I swear you're as bad as a child" she scolded, though there was no heat behind her words.

"But you love me" he laughed, finally getting his kiss as she crinkled her nose in disgust. Not at the kiss but the stickiness that now coated her cheeks.

"Unfortunately I do" she sighed, trying to hold back her laughter but failing as it bubbled out of her. "Come on, we're about ready to start carving" she urged as picked up one of the discarded knives, forgetting about her earlier admission to the drawings for the pumpkins.

Although Eddie hadn't and he was quick to remind her, "but I don't have a design" he tried with a soft pout on his lips as he made his eyes as big as possible as if she wasn’t going to show him anyway. "Yay" he cheers when she reaches over to pull a notebook out and he's quick to try and take it from her.

"Ah wash your hands first I don't want sticky prints all over the pages" she scolds, playfully slapping his hands away. She waits for him to wash his hands before she cleans her own, drying them before she turns her attention back to her book.

Eddie can't help it, when she turns to the page of her 'designs' he laughs. "I'm sorry but when you said designs I didn't think you meant different scary faces" his whole body is shaking from his laughter and it takes all his strength not to double over and make her feel bad when she was only trying to help.

"But they're just jack o lanterns. Why would it be anything other than a face?" She asks, a little confused as to his amusement.

"Sweetheart I love you" he chuckles, leaning over to press a kiss to her cheek before taking a closer look at the drawings that aren'ttoo bad considering some of her others, "and while you may think that others do some pretty creative things with their carvings" he explains, chancing a glance over at her as his words register.

"Oh so you don't want to do a face?" She asks.

"Oh I'm going to, I'm going to do this one" he smiles, pointing at the design where the face looks an awful lot like the Hellfire logo complete with horns.

"I thought you might like that one" she smiles knowingly, pushing the notebook so it sits between them and then reaching for one of the knives to begin carving.

"Oh you did, did you?" He taunts, only getting a 'mhmm' in response as she focuses on her pumpkin. He admires her concentrated features as she works, adoring the way her brow furrows and how her tongue pokes out from between her lips that he loves so much that he has to pull his gaze away from her otherwise the pumpkin won't get done.

They mainly work in silence, a few groans and curses when it doesn't go quite right but a few encouragements and kisses from the other then they're right back at it. It takes them about an hour in total to finish with something they are proud of, "You know I'm glad you talked me into this it was a lot of fun" he admits as they stand back to admire their work, sliding his arms around her as he pulls her close with a kiss to the top of her head.

"I'm glad you think so because now we gotta tidy up" she laughs at Eddie's groan of displeasure as he surveys the mess of orange littering the kitchen.

"Nah it was worth it" he shrugs after a few minutes, "just wait until the trick or treaters see them then we'll know" he laughs, reluctantly pulling away as she nudges him towards the mess, that he'd gladly make again just to make her happy.

#eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things

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tinyinvadr · 2 years

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Y’all, I finally have g/t OCs! I had the hardest time coming up with characters, but I finally got something that works! I might try and draw them later. I’m not a great artist, but I at least wanna have one picture of them!

Anyway, this is a story about a troubled kid who’s desperate for some form of escapism from their everyday life, and they end up in another world where everything’s giant and befriend a tired college student. Found family, fluff, and hurt/comfort ensues!

Ch. 2 Ch. 3

Robyn and Jack

Chapter 1

There were stories about what lurked in the woods behind the school. Monsters, spirits, crazed axe murderers, your typical playground rumors. No one knew for sure what was really back there, because supposedly, any kid who’s ever gone past the fence has never returned.

My teacher used to tell us horror stories all the time about kids who went missing in the woods. I had my doubts, considering she had a tendency to go on long, ranting tangents about how everything fun is bad. But, unlike her stances on junk food and violent, age inappropriate video games, all the kids pretty much agreed with her that going off into the woods is dangerous and not worth the risk.

Except for me, of course.

When you’re the kid everyone hates, taking your chances with an unknown demonic creature is absolutely worth it if it means you can get out of being picked on by your entire class during recess.

My plan was simple. All I had to do was get the door to the fence open, and then, I’d make my escape.

The moment I was dismissed from the cafeteria, I darted out the door. I was never the athletic type, but I can be surprisingly fast with the right amount of motivation.

Soon enough, I was on the edge of the soccer field, running short on breath but refusing to give in until I successfully escaped.

The rusty metal latch on the fence’s door felt cold and raw against my soft hands. I pulled as hard as I could, attempting to build up strength by pushing myself off the fence with my leg, but it was no use.

“Teacher!!! Robyn’s trying to open the gate!!!”

And just as I feared, I’d been spotted. Thinking quickly, I grabbed a nearby soccer ball and threw it over the fence before the gym teacher got there. I really didn’t want to resort to this, but the time had come to channel my little kid powers.

I burst into tears before the teacher could say a word. She looked unamused, but I had to stick to my guns.

“MY BALL WENT OVER THE FENCE!!!” I cried.

“Alright, alright, shhh! I’ll go get it for you. But you should know you’re not allowed to go back there.”

I only had one shot, and I had to time it just right. I stood there, waiting impatiently for her to open the gate. It felt like time was moving in slow motion, and then, finally, my moment arrived.

The gym teacher unlatched the door and stepped through, and as soon as she was out of my way, I snuck right behind her back and ran for it.

I had the biggest smile on my face as I ran into the depths of the woods, feeling the dead leaves and twigs crack beneath my feet. This was freedom. This was adventure! This was… a stupid idea…

In all honesty, I didn’t expect to get past the fence, so I didn’t really plan for what exactly I’d be DOING once I escaped. My best course of action would be to hide out until school is over, then head back and catch the bus home, but that would get boring pretty quickly, so I decided to explore a little to pass the time.

There wasn’t much out there. Just birds, squirrels, and lots of trees. It was actually kind of peaceful, nothing scary about it.

The trees seemed to go on forever, and when I turned around, I couldn’t see the school anymore, even though I hadn’t been walking for that long.

Feeling creeped out, I started to head back, but I saw something out of the corner of my eye that I didn’t notice before, as if it just appeared all of a sudden.

It was a big, dark, spooky cave. I knew I should’ve steered clear of it, but I couldn’t help but check it out.

I guess there’s a part of me that wanted to journey past the fence for a reason other than ditching school and avoiding my bullies. I was… kinda, sorta, maybe hoping to fall into some crazy fantasy. I mean, come on, I’m a misunderstood outcast who’s forever young at heart, where’s my magical adventure?

So… I peeked inside the cave. And walked in a little. Okay, a lot. I didn’t think it would go that far back. But the further I walked, the less it felt like a cave, and the more it felt like a tunnel, because a light started to shine through the other end.

I kept going, picking up speed. This was it, this was my adventure! I ran and ran and ran and…

I faceplanted the moment I got to the other side.

When I pushed myself off the ground, I realized that I was somewhere strange. The grass was tall and thick, rising just above my head. If I were only a little taller, I could’ve seen what was beyond the grass, but I’ve always been short for my age. Yeah, it’s the worst.

I pushed my way through, trying to see if there was anything other than overgrown grass, when suddenly, I bumped into a large black wall.

The wall was strange. It was a hard solid, but soft to the touch, like a fabric. Curiously, I walked around the wall, only to realize that it was a giant backpack.

I figured it was a sculpture of some sort, like at that art museum my parents took me to that one time. But it was just like a real backpack, only bigger. I really didn’t get why someone would feel the need to make one so huge, but it was cool to see.

Of course, I had to test it out to see if the zippers worked. I grabbed onto the zipper of the front pocket and pulled. It was surprisingly easy. I usually have trouble with normal-sized zippers ‘cause the fabric’s always getting caught in them.

Then, of course, I had to check and see if there was anything inside of it. It was a bit of a struggle to climb into the pocket considering I was an 8 year-old with no muscles whatsoever, but I managed, somehow. Sadly, there wasn’t anything in the front pocket. I was about to climb back out, but then, it happened…

Something was suddenly dropped inside the pocket, and then it was zipped shut. Before I could even think about trying to escape, the entire world shifted, and I slammed into the hard object that was just placed inside.

This backpack was moving. Something was moving it. Or… someone. And whatever it was had to be big.

A wave of dread came over me. This wasn’t fun anymore, I was better off back at school.

Unfortunately, zippers can’t be undone from the inside, so I’d have to find another way out. I felt my way around the dark enclosed space, and pressed a button on the large object that was in there with me.

It suddenly lit up, and I quickly shut my eyes from the intense, blinding light. I opened them again to a squint in an attempt to see what exactly was in front of me, and it appeared to be a gigantic cell phone.

The shaky motion of the backpack finally came to a stop, only to be replaced with the feeling of a running motor. I was in a vehicle.

I kept trying to convince myself that this was some sort of amusement park ride, but I knew better. This was my fantasy adventure, though it wasn’t what I was expecting, and at that point, I really didn’t want it anymore.

Just a few minutes later, the motor stopped, and I was back to the shaky motion again. I was starting to feel carsick (or, backpacksick, I guess) but I still couldn’t find any way out.

Finally, the motion stopped. But of course, I couldn’t get even a minute to rest, because the zipper started to pull open. Ready or not, I was about to meet the owner of the backpack.

A massive hand appeared in the pocket, grasping for the phone, but it got me instead.

I was pulled out, and immediately met with the face of a giant. All I could do was scream.

“What the-?! What are you-? Why are you-? HUH???”

I kept incoherently screaming and squirming, trying desperately to get away, but it was no use.

“Okay, okay, stop screaming. I’m way too tired for this right now.”

“I… I-I’m sorry! Please don’t kill me!”

“Kid, just calm down. I don’t know what your deal is, but I’m not gonna hurt you, okay?”

I tried to steady my breathing and focus on the giant’s face. He didn’t look angry. Maybe a little annoyed, but he mostly just looked like a tired college student. Not really anything like the man-eating monsters from the stories.

“Can you put me down?” I asked, on the verge of crying for real.

“Okay, but don’t run off. I just wanna ask you a few questions so I can send you back where you came from.”

I nodded, willing to go along with whatever he had to say as long as it would get me home quickly and I could avoid irritating him further.

He carefully placed me on the floor, but even at a kneeling position, he towered over me. I think he noticed I was shuddering, so he got down on his belly, getting as close to my level as possible.

“Okay, so… human, right?” He asked, casually snapping his fingers and pointing at me. The motion kind of startled me, but I kept my cool, since I could tell he was trying his best not to scare me.

“Uh… yeah, that’s right. Giant?”

“Yep, yep. We don’t really call ourselves that, though. It’s kind of a derogatory term, but I’m not gonna hold it against you ‘cause you’re just a kid and you probably didn’t know that. We’re actually called bigfolk. Anyway, how’d you get here?”

I was about to tell him I ran away from school, but I was worried he was gonna pull a typical adult and lecture me about it, so I just gave him the short version.

“Well, I found this cave in the woods, and when I walked through it, I came out the other side, and then I found your backpack. I-I didn’t know it belonged to anyone, I thought it was just a big sculpture or something. I had no idea you even existed. I thought gi… er, bigfolk, only existed in fairytales.”

He gave a slight scoff. “Typical humans, trying to cover up history.” He muttered to himself. “Anyway, let’s head back to the park so you can go back through that cave.”

He held out his hand, waiting for me to climb on. I hesitated, still kind of unsure about trusting someone so much bigger than me, but I figured if he wanted to do something horrible he’d have done it already.

After I was safely seated in the center of his palm, he slowly got up, and placed me in his shirt pocket. It was a lot more comfortable than the backpack, and I could actually see out of it.

“Stay hidden while we’re outside. I don’t want anyone freaking out.”

With that, I ducked into the pocket and curled up in a little ball. It was nice, it felt like I could probably take a nap in there. Maybe ending up in this world wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

Soon enough, we were back at the park. “Okay, so, where’s the cave?” He asked. I popped my head out to look around, but strangely, I didn’t see the cave anywhere.

“I… I don’t see it. Are you sure we’re in the right spot?”

“Yeah, we were both just here ten minutes ago. Are you sure this is where the cave was? I’ve been coming to this park since I was a kid, and there’s never been a cave here to my knowledge.”

It had to have been in the park. Any further and I wouldn’t have even made it to his backpack.

“It just disappeared. But, h-how am I supposed to get home? I don’t even know how the cave brought me here in the first place, it doesn’t make any sense!”

“Hey, chill, remember? I’m sure it’s around here somewhere. You’re gonna have to keep looking on your own now, though. I have a lot of homework to catch up on, and my shift starts in a couple hours, so I don’t really have time to help. But if we ever run into each other again, let me know how it went, okay?”

He started to reach for me, but I shoved his hand away.

“What?! You can’t just leave me here! I’m a kid lost in a world I know nothing about where I could easily be killed at any moment! Do you have any idea how terrifying this is? Oh wait, you don’t, you’ve never been small before.”

He chuckled. “Wow, okay, had no idea you were this sassy. But I guess you do have a point. How about this? You can stay with me for today, then tomorrow, we’ll come back here to look for the cave again.”

I really wasn’t sure about staying with some random bigfolk I just met, but since the alternative was him leaving me at the park to fend for myself, I really didn’t have a choice.

“Y-Yeah, that would probably be best.”

I ducked back into the pocket and got comfortable again as we headed back.

“Oh, by the way, my name’s Jack.”

Jack. The giant is named Jack. I know I shouldn’t have laughed, but I couldn’t help it.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, nothing. Anyway, I’m Robyn.”

“Heh. Nice to meet you, Robyn.”

#giant/tiny #g/t #g/t community #g/t fluff #oc: robyn #oc: jack

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king-there0f · 1 year

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🖊🖊🖊 Gush about three of your OCs!!

weeping and crying thaNK YOU LA ;v;

Made myself make decent cleaning headway before I sat down to answer these. Gonna pick three at random!

Under the readmore are little snippets about 🖊Perci, 🖊Thalliah, and 🖊Tori.

🖊PERCI

You know this guy! He's actually ended up being one of my favorite OCs that I've designed in a while ;v; Perci is a Passimian poke-human with an unsavory past, but incredibly optimistic outlook. He'll never turn down a fight and his stature and appearance might be initially intimidating, but he'd carry your groceries for you or walk you home late at night in a heartbeat.

Perci never learned how to read and this bites him in the ass from time to time, most often in the form of pit-fighting contracts that he blindly signs without being able to question the fine print....or... any of the print really.

I absolutely adore that I got to make a character drawing from some of my absolute favortite characters in media. Perci is a soup seasoned with Vash the Stampede, Zack Fair, Sanosuke Sagara, and Zagreus, and I love him. Big scary dude covered in tattoos and nasty scars but is actually rly nice (most of the time) and kind who is missing a finger and tells kids he lost it from running with scissors or not looking both ways before he crossed the street.

His friendship with Kitan (OC belonging to luc!) makes me wanna cry sometimes, i love them dearly. Unlikely but meaningful and lasting friendships always make me wanna weep. Truly just so soft for them.

I always want to design Perci more tattoos but that means I have to draw more tattoos. Perci is my "I wish I could get more tattoos" surrogate character. Who I give tattoos to because I can't afford any for myself lmao.

Drawing Perci's pecs and biceps make me happy lol. I truly just designed him to be incredibly self-indulgent and tbh, everyone should do this more often it's so fun.

I should really draw Perci more I've had a lot of little comic ideas for him floating around in my head I am just bad at actually committing them to paper.

Here is a tumblr post that I feel suits Persi fairly well:

🖊THALLIAH

Thalliah is one of my GW2 sylvari. When I designed her my goal was "I want her to be pink and as pretty as possible."

I mean look at her I'd say I succeeded:

She is the assistant to Cal (OC belonging to @pocketoon) and together they run the Calla Lilly Wedding Company, here for all your wedding needs! In addition to being colleagues, the two are also good friends and have a great amount of trust and respect for each other.

Thalliah is extremely up-beat, outgoing and is incredibly good with people. She is usually the point of contact for clients while Cal handles the itineraries, organization, and budgeting. She has a way with people and is good at making people happy without being a pushover. She has a keen sense for knowing when to give a little, and when to put her foot down and this diplomatic attitude has come in clutch many a time in their line of work.

After the whole Mordremoth incident their business (being entirely Sylvari owned and operated) took a huge hit and it definitely had an impact on Thalliah's outlook. She hadn't expected people to react as strongly and for as long as they did. Their business suffered and is still recovering, but things at present are definitely on an up-swing. More than anything Thalliah loves to see people happy. And what's happier than helping to join people together in the name of love?

Thalliah is an amateur seamstress and has a passion for flower arrangement. In what little free time she has she is often pursuing crafts and her hobbies. She loves fashion and often tries new looks, though her palettes rarely change. She delights in new experiences and will leap at the chance to try new foods, experience new climates and meet new people.

Thalliah, while significantly better at knowing when to take breaks and rest than Cal, still struggles with feeling aimless or useless when she is not actively doing something.

I think Thalliah sometimes struggles with self-worth. Not in a deep and profound "I'm a tiny and insignificant crumb in the universe" kind of way, but in a "I'm not useful If I can't make people happy." Kind of way. It's not something that bothers her often, but is one of those things that can flare up from time to time and lead her to push herself harder than she sometimes should.

🖊TORI

One of my newest babes. Tori is the result of myself and my dear friend @baptizedbywitches getting back into GW Factions after a long time away.

Tori is a Necromancer from a long line of necromancers. He and his twin sister (Who belongs to @baptizedbywitches ) grew up in a very traditional Canthan household. Their family makes regular offerings and prayers to Grenth and they pass their arts down through many generations.

Tori and his sister in particular are especially gifted and are thought to have been blessed by Grenth at birth, given the complicated circumstances and tribulations during their mother's pregnancy.

While necromancy is still an art that is misunderstood by many, it was occasionally a point of contention in school when the two were younger, their whole family being seen as a bit eccentric, mysterious, and unsettling. One such contentious encounter with a classmate led to blows and Tori ended up coming home with a bruised eye dragging a kid with a similarly bruised face behind him. Tori and Zaq were nearly inseparable ever since. (Zaq belongs to @baptizedbywitches as well <3 )

Designing Tori was fun because GW1 necros are so scrugnly. Their posture is horrible. Their armor is insane. I really wanted to lean hard into the undead and tired vibe gw1 necros exude at all times. A real "Put him in a pringles can and shake him" Kind of character.

Since making regular offerings to Grenth is a very regular thing in their family, Tori often uses it as an excuse for "giving up" troublesome things like "Good Posture" and "His ability to give a shit" and "His tits"

#ask game #asksksksk #thank you La!!!#original character #Perci #tori #Thalliah

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purplesurveys · 8 months

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Do you prefer running or yoga? Oof, I have to pass on either. The most I can do for you is walking... now that I enjoy doing lots of.

Do you prefer Zumba or pilates? Neither really, but I'm more likely to do Zumba cos then at least I get a chance to dance to a song I like.

What is your favorite time of day to run, if you’re a runner? I'm not a runner, but it is fun to walk any time between dusk to early evening.

What is your favorite store to buy planners from? I don't really buy planners anymore, but in the time I used them I usually got the ones from Starbucks – the yearly thing they'd do where you collect a sticker for every drink you get and once you get 18 stickers you'd get a planner.

Are you jealous of anyone right now? Nope, I'm good.

Do you like spicy food? I love spicy food and prefer a bit of kick in most things I eat.

Do you prefer Asian or Mexican food? I mean Asian food is extremely broad, but in general I do prefer the cuisines we have here.

What continent would you most like to visit? There's so much of Asia I have yet to visit.

Have you ever played Truth or Dare at 3am? No.

Does your local library have a summer reading program? The few public libraries we have could very well have those, but there's just none that I know of.

Do you take selfies every day? I never take selfies and whenever I do it's always the 0.5 groufie kind.

Who knows everything about you? Nobody. I like keeping certain things to myself.

What color is your sleeping bag? Dark blue.

When was the last time you used a sleeping bag? I have two foldable bags in my room that I like to treat as kind of like a mini sofa.

What is your favorite sleepover game? My friends and I...don't really play sleepover games...

What was your favorite Bratz doll? I wasn't into dolls much but I was obsessed with Bratz and had lots of non-doll merch like shirts, boots, lunchboxes...anyway, my favorite used to be Jade.

What was your favorite American Girl doll? I'm not familiar with those.

Did you have a Barbie doll with your hair color? I don't think so. I didn't have a lot of Barbie dolls to begin with.

Are you ok? I wish I was on a 3-month break instead of a 3-day break, but otherwise I'm fine.

How many months until your next birthday? 8 months.

Do you have a best friend? Yes.

If there’s someone you want to be best friends with, who is it? I'm past the point of 'wishing' I was friends with certain people.

Who do you wish you were dating? I don't think of things like this.

Is there anyone you miss? No, I'm good.

Who do you hate and wish were dead? Nobody I know personally, but in general I wish this for child sexual abusers and animal abusers.

Are you bothered by your past? Nope, no use being stuck there.

Do you like drawing or painting better? I imagine I'd like painting more these days; I just haven't had the chance to do it.

What did you always want to do as a kid but were never allowed to do? Have a Friendster account. Literally EVERYBODY in my grade had them. These days I'm more sympathetic towards my parents and their reasons for not allowing me to be on any 'social media' at the time but back then it was obviously frustrating and baffling why they couldn't let me have this thing that everyone was doing.

Can you run fast? I can, I just don't really run anymore because I find it tiring haha.

Does your local library give out prizes for summer reading? I don't know what our local libraries do for like fun and whatnot.

What is your favorite ice cream topping? Chocolate chip cookie bits or chunks.

Do you want to die? I don't now, but I'm also not scared of it. If it happens, it happens.

Is your Bible falling apart? When I was in Catholic school we each had to own a Bible and what my parents gave me to use was the actual Bible from their wedding. The book would've been around 15-16 years old during the time I had to use it so it was very much on the way to being worn out and had a very strong antique book-y smell to it.

Do you doodle in the margins of your notebooks? Yes! Often when I was still in school. I'd do it on the back pages too.

What color is your favorite knitted scarf? I don't own scarves.

Do you need new boots this year? I don't own any boots either.

Do you have Christmas lights up in your room? No but my work/desk lamp is on pretty much 24/7.

Has a crush ever been mean to you? Kind of, yeah.

What states have you been to? Like US states? None of them. I've never been to America.

What states have you lived in? None.

What countries have you been to? China, Japan, South Korea, Singapore, Indonesia, Malaysia, Thailand.

Where would you most like to travel to? I'd just love to go back to South Korea.

Elephants or llamas? Elephants.

Does your heart hurt right now? Nope.

What color is your bulletin board? I don't have one.

Are you hormones performing the way they are supposed to? I think so, yeah. I've never had a problem related to my hormones other than a few late periods, which all happened forever ago.

Which country’s flag is your favorite? I don't have a favorite flag.

Are you part Irish? Nope.

Are you part English? No.

What languages can you speak? English and Filipino.

Music or art? Art.

Cheetah print or plaid? Not really a fan of both. Hm, not an easy choice to make but uh cheetah I guess hahaha.

Polka dots or paisleys? Polka dots.

Have you ever been a witch for Halloween? I don't think I have been, no.

If you live in an apartment, is your landlord mean? I've never had experiences with landlords.

Who’s your favorite superhero? None of them.

Do you have a seashell collection? No. I never was into collecting them anyway.

Mermaids or dolphins? Dolphins.

Who was your best friend in eighth grade? Somebody not in my life anymore.

Do you get bullied? Well not now, but I used to be a target when I was younger.

Do your parents love you? Yes.

Do you know what the Bible’s definition of religion is? No. I probably wasn't listening when we took this up.

Do you feel alone? Haven't for a long time now.

What fashion essentials do you need that you don’t currently have right now? I pretty much have at least one of my fave articles at the moment but I do feel the need to get more baggy jeans and bucket hats.

Do you normally wear jeans until they rip and wear out? That doesn't really happen to me and the ones I own haha but in general I wear jeans until I feel that they're not really super trendy or fashionable anymore.

What season’s colors do you look best in? Idk we don't have your four seasons.

Do you want to start a business? I've had thoughts about it but I think it'll stay as a daydream. I barely have the knowhow for running a business.

What did you go to college for? Journalism.

Is abuse in your past? Yes.

Is there trauma in your past? Yes.

Do you know anyone who’s been raped? I do.

How many tattoos do you have? None.

Have you ever been rebellious? Yes, I was the problem child/black sheep/all-the-related-terms growing up but I will also readily defend myself for it. My upbringing wasn't the best and healthiest, and I know I would've turned out more decent if the adults around me just weren't themselves troubled.

Who do you look like? My mom.

Are you a dog or cat person? Dog.

What do you hate? Drivers who drive as if they desperately need to take a shit. Relax you'll get the fuck home.

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