#Put The Kid On The Sleepy Horse

[celiciaa]

GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN EVENT STORY....

CHAPTER TWO.

Make me feel alive.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

trigger warnings: mentions of human trafficking, drugs

MINORS DNI.

━━FLASHBACK━━

Several decades ago, a series of deaths of members of the imperial family and powerful aristocrats occurred in Obsidian.

The story begins with the prince stabbing people to death, a horse-drawn carriage accident, a series of murders and injuries due to a love affair, and an execution….

The unfortunate events continued as if someone was pulling the strings behind the scenes,

Those who were drinking on the sweet honey of power were desperately trying to win over the remaining powerful people.

And the person that caught the attention of many people was a boy from the imperial family who was still young at the time.

The one-eyed boy carried a murderous presence, striding around the castle with a smile on his face amidst a succession of deaths of his royal family.

He has strong intelligence that rivals adults through his few words.

It didn't take long for people to see him as a royal vessel.

That the one-eyed boy will one day become an emperor.

The rumors spread like a fire on a fuse,

And people tried desperately to win his favor somehow.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

Gilbert: It was funny back then. People who had never batted an eye at me before suddenly bowed their heads.

Gilbert: An old man kneeling to a little kid….

Gilbert: I wish I could show you how pitiful that sight was.

(….Lord Gilbert's childhood stories are always sad no matter how much I’ve listened to them.)

Gilbert: Ahaha, don't look so glum. We haven't even gotten to the main part yet, have we?

Emma: Is this topic related to your birthday?

Gilbert: Yeah. Think about it. If you were to try to win me over, what would be the first thing you'd do?

Emma: Bake a lot of sweets.

Walter: Please don’t…feed him plenty of sugar.

Emma: I-I’m sorry.

Gilbert: Keep your mouth shut if you don't want to die, Walter.

Walter: …It's my job to look after your health.

Gilbert: Putting this lousy man aside, your idea is correct. You'll give me something that will make me happy, right?

Gilbert: But a gift is something that cannot be given without a reason. That's where many people pay attention to——

Emma: It was…during your birthday….

Gilbert: Yes. People thought of me as a child back then. Children love presents, don't they?

Gilbert: One year ago, an incompetent aristocrat threw a birthday party for me.

━━FLASHBACK━━

Aristocrat: Happy birthday, Lord Gilbert.

Aristocrat: We would like to offer our blessings to His Highness, our family has made this rare stone——

Gilbert: Hehe, thank you. But I don't need that.

Aristocrat: Lord Gilbert?

Gilbert: I'm feeling sleepy today, so I'm heading back. Good night.

Aristocrat: P…Please wait!

Gilbert: Ahaha, don't worry. I have plans to meet you tomorrow.

Aristocrat: …Plans?

Gilbert: Yes, I'll see you on the execution site.

Aristocrat: !?

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

Gilbert: I killed him the next day.

Emma: Eh…

Gilbert: I’m telling you this as a primary example…

I was so shocked that my mind went blank.

Roderich: …He was executed for human trafficking and possessing illegal drugs.

Roderich: He used to be a black marketeer and trained unidentified orphans with drugs and sold them illegally, Lord Gilbert had been monitoring him for a long time——

Gilbert: Hey, did I give you the permission to speak?

His red eye that oozed murderous intent kept Mr. Roderich’s mouth shut in an instant.

Gilbert: Anyway, I killed him.

Gilbert: What was their opinion? Of course, I think celebrating my birthday caused some resentment.

Gilbert: After that year, there were no more daredevil fools.

Gilbert: I was happy to be able to wipe out all the people celebrating my birthday.

Emma: Why…do you hate being celebrated so much?

(Lord Gilbert’s birthday is a taboo for the Obsidianite people.)

(But the celebration itself isn't necessarily a bad thing.)

Gilbert: I wonder why?

Looks like he’s not going to talk about getting it to the core, and Lord Gilbert discarded his words behind his smile.

When I looked at Mr. Roderich and Mr. Walter, they just shook their heads.

(I bet no one knows the reason.)

Gilbert: Now, little rabbit. As I said before, it's almost my birthday.

Lord Gilbert got up from the bed, stood in front of me, wrapped his fingers around my neck, and squeezed it lightly.

Gilbert: Do you want to celebrate by risking your life? // Would you like to celebrate with the cost of your life?

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#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince spoilers #ikepri jp #ikepri translations #ikemen series #cybird #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri gilbert

[ange1sang]

downpour.

mickey x ian (gallavich) fic

wc: 2.5k / au where gallavich meet at college but everything else is the same / pining, mentions of past abuse/domestic violence, domestic, fluff, hurt/comfort, bipolar ian

summary: mickey has always known love and care to be tainted with violence. living with ian, he learns how to take care of someone without hurting anyone else.

The TV glows in the dark of the living room, illuminating the walls with fuzzy grey and blue light that flits back and forth as the scenes of an old drama rerun change. Mickey is only half watching, a half-full mug of flat Red Bull in front of him on the coffee table and a half-finished theology paper on his laptop beside it. The cursor in the word document blinks at him rhythmically, an impatient 'what are you waiting for?' repeating itself over and over while he tries to convince himself he isn't procrastinating, just waiting for his brain to clear out the bleary remnants of the morning's hangover.

He wouldn't be so distracted if he wasn't alone in the apartment, but the clock is steadily ticking further away from 'late night' territory and closer to 'early morning' and there's no sign of his redhead roommate to keep him company with the quiet sound of tossing back and forth in his bed or the less quiet sound of putting on the kettle to make instant ramen. Mickey's been at college for a while now, but the year at college has done nothing to dull the ringing a silent home leaves in his ears. He's used to siblings running down corridors, banging every corner with a limb or two on the way, fights breaking out, yelling from next door or across the street while the train tracks rattle overhead, struggling to drown out any voices that don't belong to it.

That's why he'd thought renting an apartment with the kid from his Human Struggles class would be a good idea - he had too short a fuse to make it any more time in the dorms without breaking a dozen more noses than the two he had managed in his first semester, and having a place to himself made him more anxious than he was willing to admit. Just viewing apartments by himself had spooked him, every creak and squeak the house made around him putting him on edge like a horse with cataracts. Ian had seemed like the perfect solution.

As far as Mickey is aware, Ian Gallagher comes from a big family just like his, and while it seems that Mickey won the competition for whose upbringing had been the most troubling, Ian carried more baggage than anybody else he'd met so far at college. In a selfish sort of way, it comforts Mickey that there's somebody around who can understand even half of what he went through back home.

It doesn't bother him that Ian can be spacey or sleepy, or that his mood still swings sometimes despite the complicated combination of pills he takes morning and night. Their schedules fit well with each other's, they proofread each other's assignments (always finding more mistakes than expected, and always quietly correcting them without telling the other), they chase each other around the cramped apartment waving dirty socks in each other's faces and fall asleep on the couch together so they can bicker over who fell asleep first the next morning. It's a healthy balance between the quiet Mickey has been looking for and the chaos he thrives on.

What Mickey does mind is the topsy-turvy schedule Ian has been running on lately, disappearing at odd hours and showing up days later looking deflated, like a grimy happy birthday balloon shoved in the trash next to empty beer cans and drug store receipts. When they'd first moved in together months ago, Mickey wouldn't have paid any mind to gaps in Ian's schedule or the expression he wore when coming in the front door. He wasn't sporting any black eyes or gunshot wounds, so as far as Mickey was concerned he didn't have to ask if he was okay. But now, blinking at his half-assed paper on the necessity of human suffering for God's existence, he realises he isn't waiting for a hangover to clear, nor is he procrastinating. He's waiting for Ian to come home.

"Fuck's sake," he mumbles, pushing himself up off the couch and pacing over to the kitchen window. Careful not to topple the embarrassingly full ashtray on the window sill, he pushes the window open and grabs the pack of L&M blues sitting on top of the microwave (Ian's choice of nicotine, not his) and lights it with a purple lighter painted black with cheap nail polish (his sister's old lighter, not his). As the cigarette smoke clouds the corner of the apartment they've dedicated to their weekly chainsmoking sessions, Mickey looks out of the window to see that it's raining hard, bullet-like raindrops painted orange by the flickering street lamps. He feels a tug in his chest and tries to pretend he isn't picturing Ian's ginger hair soaked through and sticking to his forehead. He presses the heel of his palm to his forehead and sighs. "Fuck."

The clock continues to tick while the rain pours, as reliable as the twinge of anxiety Mickey feels each time he finishes a cigarette and his flatmate still hasn't come home. He's barely resisting the urge to pick up his phone and call Ian's work number, shoving his free hand deeper and deeper into his trouser pocket to remind himself that he isn't his flatmate's boyfriend, let alone his keeper, when the sound of a key struggling to find its way into the front door lock breaks him out of his anxiety.

He curses under his breath and throws his cigarette into the sink, almost tripping over his own feet as he makes his way to the door. He keeps his face straight as he turns the lock, trying to convince himself he wasn't rushing, and breathes a sigh of relief when he's met with the sight of Ian standing in the doorway.

Ian's red hair looks closer to black from how wet it is, rainwater running in little rivulets down his forehead and dripping from the tip of his red nose. His eyes are red-rimmed, his hoodie soaked through and sticking to his skin. He looks more like a block of ice than a person, and even in the warmth of the apartment building he's shaking like a leaf in a storm.

"Shit, man," Mickey mumbles. A landslide of questions are on the tip of his tongue, from where to why to are you okay to what the fuck, but he bites his cheek and swallows them all. He puts a hand on Ian's frigid shoulder and pulls him inside, paying no mind to the trail of water his sneakers track into the house. "Come on."

They trudge through the living room, ignoring the tacky sex scene on the TV and going straight for the bathroom, where Ian perches himself on the edge of the bathtub. He sniffles, and the meek sound echoes in the tiled room like a firework going off the day after New Year's. Mickey reaches out and gingerly pushes a lock of dripping hair away from Ian's forehead. He's reminded of all of the times his siblings wandered through the front door in far worse shape and how he left them to take care of themselves while he blared burned CDs in his room. For a reason he can't name though, the thought of leaving Ian alone to lick his own wounds makes his stomach turn, so he gives his shoulder a squeeze and doesn't complain when it makes his palm wet.

"One second, okay?" he murmurs, and leaves the bathroom to gather a dry change of clothes from Ian's wardrobe. He pauses for a moment to look around his flatmate's room once he has the clothes gathered in his arms. He's only seen the inside of it a handful of times, usually when bringing Ian coffee or meds to help him get through any bumps in his highs and lows, but those times he hadn't paid attention to much other than the redhead himself. Now he takes notice of the posters Ian has put up over the past few months, worn paper that has been folded dozens of times along the same lines, and the stack of CDs that they don't have a player for. Each of them has a title written on it in blue Sharpie, some of them in Ian's handwriting and some of them not. Mickey traces a fingertip over a star drawn onto one of the cases, distracted, before remembering Ian is still sopping wet in the bathroom.

In the bathroom Ian's shivers have turned into full body shudders, teeth chattering even with his jaw clenched, the joint tense beneath his freckled skin. Mickey sighs and sets the pile of clothes aside, fumbling as he picks up Ian's towel.

"Here, take your shirt off," he says, trying his best to sound his usual authoritative self even though he's more than a little unsure of whether it's the right thing to say. Ian shoots him a look like he wants to make a joke, but doesn't open his mouth to say anything. Mickey rolls his eyes. "Come on, before you catch hypothermia or somethin'."

Ian complies, moving his arms like they're made of lead as he shrugs off the hoodie and then peels off the tank top he was wearing underneath. Mickey wraps the towel around his bare shoulders and gingerly pats dry the back of his neck. His false confidence falters when his thumb brushes against Ian's neck, feeling how feverish the other's skin feels against his hand. He stops moving, thumb still against Ian's neck and stomach tying itself in knots not even the best of boy scouts could untie.

"Mickey?" Ian croaks, eyes searching Mickey's expression like they're scared of what they might find. He leans his neck back into Mickey's touch a fraction of a centimeter, their eyes locking on each other's.

"Look, man, I'm not good at this... Taking care of people and all that shit," Mickey mumbles, letting go of Ian and shoving his hands into his pockets again, staving off the embarrassment and confusing concern that's bubbling up his throat. Ian watches him like a hawk, not even the shivers taking his attention off of Mickey. "You want me to call someone? You said your brother and sister can help if you need anything, right?"

"No, it's fine," Ian replies, pulling the towel tighter around himself.

"You sure? They probably know how to do this better than I do," Mickey says. The words come out more self-deprecating than he means for them to, a reminder of how love and care were so often synonymous with violence when he was growing up. If he cared about his sister, he'd beat on any guys who upset her. If his father cared about him, it meant pistol-whipping him in the living room. If anybody cared or loved anybody, violence would always be involved at some point or another. Taking care of someone else had never meant bringing them a change of dry clothes, or patting down their neck with a clean towel. It had never meant the pit of worry that had opened up in his stomach each time Ian was late coming home the past few weeks.

"I'm sure," Ian reassured him. When Mickey remained skeptical, Ian shrugged and finally directed his attention to the tile grout beneath his boots. "If I wanted their help I would've called them. I just wanted to come home."

Mickey takes a moment to process what this means - that Ian chose him over his siblings, their messy apartment over his childhood home - and finally lets out a breath that he's been holding for what feels like hours.

"Alright," he murmurs. He reaches out to keep drying Ian's neck and slowly moves on to his face, wiping away ever little river of rainwater that makes its way down his temples and jaw. He dries Ian's hair as gently as he can, running his fingers through the red locks once he's done to keep them out of Ian's face. Ian lifts his head to look up at him, pressing his head into Mickey's palm like a stray cat, and offers him a small smile. Whether he's thanking Mickey or reassuring him, Mickey isn't sure. "I'll go make some coffee."

"Thanks," Ian replies, chewing on his bottom lip as he watches Mickey leave.

Mickey turns off the TV on the way to the kitchen, steeping in the silence of the apartment as he goes about making enough coffee to last them the rest of the night and tomorrow morning. The air in the kitchen smells stale from all the cigarettes he smoked before Ian showed up, and as the coffee brews the room begins to smell like a cheap diner. Mickey leans against the counter, pressing the heels of his palms against his eyes like it might shove down the potent cocktail of feelings coursing through his veins. It's no use of course, especially not when Ian pads into the kitchen in dry clothes and wet cheeks that glimmer in the low stove light.

"Hey," Mickey starts, watching as tears pour from Ian's bloodshot eyes and down his freckled cheeks. His instincts takes over then, overriding every lesson he learned at home about keeping his distance and lashing out at anyone who came too close, and he steps forward to pull Ian into an awkward but gentle hug. Ian tucks his face down against his shoulder, tears soaking into his t-shirt and the tip of his nose still icy when it touches his neck. Mickey feels himself relax as he holds Ian. It feels right, he realises, to take care of somebody like this. Or maybe not just somebody, but Ian. He gives the back of his neck a gentle squeeze. "You're home, you're alright."

Ian nods against him, shivering even in the warmth of Mickey's hold. When they finally pull apart it feels like hours have passed, and Mickey is the one who finds himself shivering now that they're apart. Timidly, he wipes the tears from Ian's cheeks with his thumb, then pours him a mug of coffee and lights a cigarette for them to share. They smoke in the living room until the downpour outside has come to a stop, no more rain hammering against the roof and no more raindrops racing each other down their windows.

On any other night Mickey would've left Ian and headed to his room to finish his theology paper or jerk off or just pass out, but the sight of Ian's wet lashes anchors him to his spot on the couch. When Ian moves closer to him, resting his head against Mickey's shoulder and shutting his eyes, Mickey doesn't flinch or move away or make a joke about what a softie Ian really is. Instead he lets his own head rest atop Ian's, cheek pressed against his damp hair, and moves his hand to hold Ian's knee.

The kind of closeness that has terrified him his whole life feels nothing other than comfortable in this moment, warm and tender like Ian's skin was beneath his touch. He shuts his eyes and falls asleep counting Ian's breaths.

#gallavich #gallavich fic #gallavich fluff #shameless fic #shameless fluff

[kipscorner]

Monsters! Feel free to change pronouns, relationship mentions and anything else to match your writing preferences! Part of the list has been put under Read More due to it being a long list!

“Uh... my friends call me Phlegm.”

“Mr.(Mrs/Miss/etc) [Name], can you tell me what you did wrong?” “There is nothing more toxic or deadly than a human child. A single touch could kill you!”

“You can't make me!”

“Yes, it's dangerous work and that's why I need you to be at your best.”

“it's going to be a perfect day to maybe, hey, just lie in bed, sleep in or simply... work out that flab that's hanging over the bed!”

“I don't believe I ordered a wake-up call, [Name].”

“Did you see me? I'm a natural!”

“Hey, wasn't I great? Did the whole family see it?”

“You've been jealous of my good looks since the fourth grade, pal.”

“Big deal. Guy takes five steps and he's there.”

“I told you, call me [Name].”

“We just wanted to wish you good luck today.”

“Quiet! You'II make him lose his focus.”

“Oh, Googley-woogley, you remembered!”

“So, uh... are we going anywhere special tonight?”

“But it's impossible to get a reservation there!”

(singing) “You and me! Me and you! Both of us together!”

“You know, pal, she's the one. That's it. She is the one!”

“Oh, and, uh, thanks for hooking me up with those reservations.”

“Oh, no problem. They're under the name Googley Bear.”

“I wasn't scared. I have... allergies.”

“Do you hear that?It's the winds of change.”

( mocking voice ): ''You hear it? You hear the winds of ch...? –Oh, what a creep. One of these days, I am really... going to let you teach that guy a lesson.”

“[Name], you didn't file your paperwork last night.”

“I'm watching you, [Name]. Always watching.”

“You're the boss! You're the boss! You're the big, hairy boss!”

“She wasn't scared of you?”

“I could've been dead! I could've died!”

“I will personally put you through the shredder!”

“I love working with that big guy.”

“[Name] and I are like brothers.(sisters//siblings/etc)”

“We're just going through a rough time, sir.(ma’am/name/etc) Everyone knows you're going to get us through it.”

“Now, that's my boy(girl,etc)!”

“I've never seen anything like you today. You were on a roll, my man.(girl/etc)”

“So get this-- as if dinner wasn't enough I'm taking her(her/them/etc) to a monster truck rally afterwards.”

“You know, I am so romantic sometimes I think I should just marry myself.”

“'Cause I got to tell you, buddy that face of hers, it just makes my heart go...Yikes!”

“Your stunned silence is very reassuring.”

“Kitty!”

“No, no-- stay back!”

“Oh, [Name], I've had a lot of birthday... well, not a lot of birthdays but this is the best birthday ever.”

“I was just thinking about the first time I laid eye(eyes) on you-- how pretty you looked.”

“What a coincidence, running into you here! Uh, I'm just going to order something to go.”

“Get out of here. You're ruining everything.”

“Please remain calm. This is not a drill.”

“Well, I don't think that date could have gone any worse.”

“Well, a kid flew right over me and blasted a car with its laser vision!”

“I tried to run from it, but it picked me up with its mind powers and shook me like a doll!”

“It is my professional opinion that now is the time to... panic!”

“No, don't touch those, you little...! Oh, now those were alphabetized.”

“It's okay, it's all right. As long as it doesn't come near us we're going to be okay.”

“I have no idea but it would be really great if it didn't do it again.”

“How could I do this? How could I be so stupid?”

“That thing is a killing machine!”

“I bet it's just waiting for us to fall asleep and then wham! Oh, we're easy prey, my friend-- easy prey. We're sitting targets.”

“Using mainly spoons, we dig a tunnel under the city and release it into the wild.”

“That's it, I'm out of ideas. We're closed. Hot air balloon? Too expensive. Giant slingshot? Too conspicuous. Enormous wooden horse? Too Greek!”

“Are you sleepy? You want to sleep? ls that what you want? Huh?” 

“No. Hey, hey, that's my bed! You're going to get your germs all over it. ( sighing ) Fine. My chair is more comfortable anyway.”

“Will you go to sleep?”

“Oh, boy, how do I explain this?”

“How about I sit here, until you fall asleep? Go ahead. Go to sleep. Now. Now... go. Uh, you... go... to... sleep. ( imitating snoring )”

“Really? Well, in that case, let's keep it. I always wanted a pet that could kill me!”

“Is that a joke? Tell me you're joking.”

“[Name], I'd like to think that, given the circumstances I have been extremely forgiving up to now but that is a horrible idea!”

“Don't panic-- we can do this.”

“Actually, that's my, uh, cousin's sister's daughter…”

“That is the weirdest thing you have ever said.”

“That's a cute little dance you've got. It almost looks like you've got to…”

“Where did she go? Oh, did she disappear? Did she turn invisible?”

“[Name], my tender, oozing blossom you're looking fabulous today.Is that a new haircut? Come on, tell me. It's a new haircut, isn't it? That's got to be a new haircut. New makeup? You've had a lift. You've had a tuck. You've had something. Something has been inserted in your skin that makes you look like...”

“Ready or not, here I come! I'm getting warmer! Any second now! Fee fi fo…”

“Don't you think I'm aware of the situation? I was up all night!”

“Yeah, well, until we know for sure we're going to act like nothing happened, understand?”

“You're right, you're right. We're just two regular joes on our way to work. We will blend right in!”

“Very good. Now bon voyage!”

“That's what I decided to call her(him/them). Is there a problem?”

“[Name], you're not supposed to name it. Once you name it, you start getting attached to it!”

“ow put that thing back where it came from, or so help me…!”

“But if it was an inside job I'd put my money on [Third party].”

“( whimpers ) last night was one of the worst nights of my entire life, bar none!”

“Sushi? Sushi?!! You think this is about sushi?!”

“So I said, ''If you talk to me like that again, we're through!''

“Oh, well, hello, there. What's your name?”

“I got us a way out of this mess but we got to hurry.”

“Oh, you're all right! I was so worried! Don't you ever run away from me again, young lady(mnan/etc)! Oh, but I'm so glad you're safe.”

“We're going to get our lives back. The nightmare is over.”

“Okay, first of all, it's cree-tin. If you're going to threaten me do it properly.”

“Well somebody's certainly been a busy bee.”

“I'm sorry, [Name], but [Third party] said I'm not allowed to fraternize with victims of his(her/etc) evil plot.”

“We got to get out of here now! We can start a whole new life somewhere far away!”

“I was going for a snake ninja approach with a little hissing.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? It's all about presence!”

“[Name]? [Name], it's me…”

“[Name]? No, no, no, no. It's okay. I was just…No, no, no, no, no, don't be scared. That wasn't real. It's just a...I was just…”

“Does anyone else know about this?”

“All you had to do was listen to me-- just once! But you didn't, did you? You're still not listening!”

“Welcome to the Himalayas!”

“Snow cone? No, no, no. Don't worry-- it's lemon.”

“Did you see the way she(he/etc)... looked at me?”

“Take my buddy, Bigfoot. When he was banished he fashioned an enormous diaper out of poison ivy. Wore it on his head like a tiara. Called himself King Itchy.”

“Look at that big jerk. Ruined my life, and for what?”

“Wasteland? I think you mean wonderland! I mean, how about all this fabulous snow, huh?”

“Okay, rule number one out here. Always…No.Never go out in a blizzard.”

“None of it matter...Wa-wait a second. None of it matters?”

“So, now the truth comes out, doesn't it?”

“What about everything we ever worked for? Does that matter? Huh?”

“What about me? I'm your pal. I'm... I'm your best friend. Don't I matter?”

“I'm sorry, [Name]. I'm sorry we're stuck out here. I didn't mean for this to happen. But [Third Party]’s in trouble.”

“'Whoa, whoa, whoa. ''We''? No. There's no ''we'' this time, pal. I-if-if you want to go out there and freeze to death you be my guest... because you're on your own.”

“I never should have trusted you with this.”

“Let's get you home.”

“You don't know how long I've wanted to do that, [Name].”

“I was just mad, that's all. I needed some time to think.” “I'm being attacked!”

“No, I'm not attacking you. I'm trying to be honest. Just hear me out. You and I are a team. Nothing is more important than our friendship.”

“If you start crying, I'm going to cry and I'II never get through this. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you but I am now.”

“[Name], I am baring my soul here. The least you could do is pay attention!”

“Somebody's got take care of you, you big hairball!”

“[Name], if you don't tell me what's going on right now, we are through! You hear me? Through!”

“You expect me to believe that pack of lies, [Full name]!”

“Go get 'em, Googley Bear!”

“What a plan-- simple, yet insane!”

“How are we supposed to get to it now? Oh, it's a dead end, [Name]!”

“Hurry up, hurry up! Give me your hand.”

“Jump! I'm behind you!”

“Hurry up! Keep moving!”

“You stupid, pathetic waste!”

“You've been number one for too long, [Name]. Now your time is up!”

“Mama, another gator got in the house!”

“Give me that shovel! Come here!”

“All right, I got a move here. It'II bring down the house.”

“I think we stopped him, [Name]. You're safe now.”

“She's(he’s/etc) seen too much. You both have.”

“Well, I don't know about the rest of you guys but I spotted several big mistakes.”

“Two and a half years of undercover work were almost wasted.”

“What, you mean... you mean, I can't see her(him/etc) again?”

“I bet we get the rest of the day off.”

“Come on, pal, cheer up, we did it!”

“Oh, sure, we put the factory in the toilet, and... gee, hundreds of people will be out of work now. Not to mention the angry mob that'II come after us when there's no more power, but, hey... at least we had some laughs, right?”

“Oh, I love kindergarten. Best three years of my life.”

“[Name], you're such a charmer.”

#inbox meme #sentence prompts #sentence starters #rp meme #roleplay meme #disney rp meme #pixar rp meme #monsters inc rp meme

[cowgurrrl]

Going throw out some ideas for one shots for your Look for the Light series: Charlie's 1st birthday, one of their Christmas' (before or after she is born depending on the timeline), first time she rides a pony/horse?

I LOVE THE BIRTHDAY IDEA ps i'm so sunburnt and sleepy so idk if this works but HERE pps I’m gonna start tagging my songs in the titles so here

Sooner

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Warnings: what is grief if not love persevering [1.1k]

Birthdays are hard in the Miller household. They always remind you that you've lived another year without normalcy or the people you loved. Joel didn't even tell you when his birthday was for the first few months you knew him, that September day looming large over all of you. You always try to do fun stuff during the day for Ellie's birthday, but the night is hers. Every year since you've settled in Jackson, she sits outside and looks up at the stars on the final hours of her birthday. The year she turned seventeen, you finally asked her what she does when she's out there, and she turned red before nervously admitting, "I, uh, talk to my mom." You never asked her about it again. Your birthday has felt unimportant since you were sixteen with a baby. It feels even more unimportant without Jane. But Charlie, Charlie's birthday is the best.

You spend weeks planning her first birthday, and it's a little stupid considering she won't remember it, but Joel doesn't try to stop you. It's in August, never too hot or cold, and all the kids are still out of school. You invite the Other Millers and a few friends you've made on patrol, and Ellie invites Jessie and Dina. On the day of her birthday, you, Ellie, and Joel spread flowers around two picnic tables, framing her little cake in the middle and setting up pitchers of water and homemade lemonade. Tommy and Joel grill while you and Ellie take turns with Charlie, who's wearing an adorable yellow dress and a hat that's only slightly too big for her head. You didn't expect anyone to bring anything, but sure enough, your friends and even Jessie show up with little wrapped gifts and put them on the table next to the cake.

It's a beautiful day. Bees buzz through the air, and a nice breeze rustles the leaves. It's a much better day than a year ago when you were in excruciating pain for several hours. You know you would do it all over again for how Charlie reaches for you or for getting to see her grow. She's started pulling herself up on things recently. It doesn't matter if it's a chair, the couch, or a table; she will grab part of it and stand on her own two legs. Her favorite is to pull herself up on the desk in the corner of the living room and point at the faded pictures of you and Jane and Joel and Sarah. In the pictures, Joel and Sarah pose for a camera at a soccer game, and you and Jane smile from your place on a curb. Charlie will stare at them for as long as she can stand, like she's trying to memorize the two faces that almost look like her.

It hurts that pictures and stories are the closest she'll ever get to knowing Sarah and Jane, but you do your best to tell her about them. You tell her about how Jane lived in your belly just like she did and about how much she liked music. You tell her that Sarah liked soccer and lived with her daddy before you met. You doubt she understands, but talking about them that way makes it a little easier to deal with their constant absence. You think about them as everyone starts singing Happy Birthday to Charlie, a single candle flickering in the breeze as Charlie bops her head to the words. You laugh and fight tears as you encourage her to blow out her candle, and before you can even "help" her blow it out, the wind picks up and extinguishes the flame all on its own. You and Joel make eye contact over Charlie's head and share a secret thought, smiling to yourselves before kissing Charlie's cheeks and cutting the tiny cake.

Then, you open gifts with Charlie on your lap and Joel by your side. Ellie sits across from you two on the picnic table, hands Charlie each present, and helps organize them in true big sister fashion. Jessie got her a hand-me-down book about the moon, a few of your friends knitted her blankets or hats for the winter, and Tommy and Maria got her hand drum which she immediately started banging on the second you unwrapped it. You thank everyone and clap Charlie's hands for her once you're all done, but Ellie slides a wrapped box across the table before you can move.

"Bel, you didn't have to get her anything." You say, and she shrugs.

"I wanted to," she says, and you look at Joel. "Besides, it's not just for her." You smile and reach across the table to grab her hand as you and Joel work together to open the box, Charlie reaching for the shredded paper as it falls. When you open the gift and see what's at the bottom, you gasp and put a hand over your mouth. Joel wraps an arm around your shoulder and sniffles as he pulls the frame out to look at it in the summer sun.

Inside the beautiful yellow frame is a drawing with Ellie's signature on the bottom. It's your family. Jane is tucked safely in front of you, a hand on her shoulder, as you hold Charlie on your left hip. Joel is to your right because he always is, and Ellie and Sarah are on either side of him—all six of you together for the first and last time. "I used the photos on the desk for the drawings, and Tommy helped, too. I hope that's okay," Ellie says as a tear falls down your cheek. You shift Charlie in your arms so you can walk over and hug Ellie tightly. Charlie kicks her legs excitedly at being so close to her sister, and you sniffle. "D'you like it?"

"Honey, I love it. It's so beautiful and thoughtful. Thank you." You say as you look at her. She smiles and wipes your tears away, making you laugh. Charlie wiggles her way into Ellie's arms while Joel comes over to hug Ellie. There, wrapped up in a Williams-Miller sandwich, Joel and Ellie say something you can't hear, but when they break their hug, both of them have tears staining their faces.

That night, you hang the frame in the living room so you can see it every day. Charlie kisses Sarah and Jane's frozen faces before you put it up and every day after that, she pulls herself up onto the couch so she can point at the picture of her complete family. Every once in a while, she'll blow kisses or bang on her drum before looking up at Jane as if she were there to coach her. You like to think that she is. You like to think they're both just in the next room over, whispering secret messages and leaving clues for you to find. You like to think they know and love Charlie in the way that you will always know and love them.

#look for the light #the last of us #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #joel and ellie #the last of us x reader #joel miller fic #joel miller the last of us #joel miller fluff #the last of us fluff

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Kicho's Main Story Chapter 4 Part 1

JP Spoilers under the cut

I was tired and sleepy when I typed this, so expect a lot of mistakes.

???: “Damn it, he’s alive!”

Mai: "-----!"

Before I realized it, several villagers had gathered.

(Did I hear that wrong?)

Mai: "Everyone, the bandits have already been driven out of the village."

Mai: "Look, the girl survived, too."

Villagers: "............."

The cold, unrelenting gazes seemed to be directed not at me but at the kids.

Boy: "B-Big sis..."

(Ugh, this disgusting atmosphere again. It's the same as when the boy asked for help.)

Somehow, I felt like I had to step forward to hide the two kids behind my back.

Kicho: "Oi, Mai."

Mai: "What? Why are you guys looking at us like that?"

Old woman: "It's because you did something unnecessary."

A scowling old woman came out from among the villagers and spoke flatly.

Mai: "Unnecessary?"

Old woman: "Yes. Didn't you hear me? I told you that "thing" doesn't need to be here."

Girl: "Oh..."

(By 'thing', does she mean this girl?)

Mai: "No matter how much you want to say it, you can't say it like that."

Old woman: “You outsiders talk so high and mighty.”

Old woman: “It's because of them that this village got attacked. Twins bring nothing but bad luck.”

Kicho: “-----!”

Mai: “B-Bad luck?”

Old woman: “That’s right. It’s disgusting to see them come out of their mother’s belly all at once.”

Old woman: “How can a beast in human form be normal? I won’t be surprised if someday the village disappears because of them.”

Mai: “Wait! You have no basis for saying something so awful!”

(Oh...)

They looked at me coldly, forcing me to shove my rebuttal back down my throat.

(Everyone believes what this old hag says.)

(Because even that time...)

------------Flashback------------

Village chief: "It's all that guy's fault."

Village chief: "The crops aren't growing well, and the village has been set on fire by bandits. I wonder what kind of disaster he will bring next."

---------Flashback Ends---------

(All the villagers shun these kids.)

Villager 1: “I wish they would’ve died like that.”

One of the villagers whispered, making the other villagers fuss one after the other.

Villager 2: “He’s right. We might’ve been saved, but she just had to do that.”

Villager 3: “Hey, the house is still burning, right? Why don’t we just lock them up there?”

Villager 4: “We don’t have a choice, do we? It’s their fault for coming out on their own.”

(Wait, what the hell are they saying?)

I could feel something unseen, something dark, rising in the group, moving closer and closer to a conclusion that should never be reached.

Then一

Village chief: "Everyone is right. Let's kill them here."

Mai: "----!"

(We can't stay here. We have to leave now!)

I grabbed the kids by the hand and was about to run, when一

Kicho: "Don't screw with me!"

Mai: “Kicho!?”

With a sharp scream that cut through the air, Kicho pointed something at the villagers.

Villager 1: "Eeeek!"

(Pistol!)

Kicho: "They bring nothing but bad luck? Beasts in human form? What do you think you're doing with their precious life?"

Kicho: "Don't you dare f*ck with me!"

(Crap, the trigger!)

Mai: "S-Stop!"

I quickly grabbed his arm as he became agitated.

(I've never seen him so emotional.)

(I feel like I have to stop him somehow.)

Mai: "Calm down, and please put the gun down!"

Kicho: "Why should I stop? And why are you taking their side?"

Mai: "I’m not. But you look like you're in pain."

Kicho: "What?"

Mai: "I'm angry too. I don't want to protect those people at all, but more than that, I don't want you to take their lives while you're suffering like this."

Kicho: "............."

He fell silent in front of the frightened villagers and slowly lowered his hand, holding the pistol.

Mai: "Let's get out of here."

Village chief: "U-Um."

Mai: "I apologize for doing something UNNECESSARY, but I don't think I did anything wrong."

(I can't blame Kicho for getting mad.)

After that, Kicho and I put the kids on our horses and left the village.

The sunny sky was now full of dark clouds that seemed to reflect my heart, and shortly after that, it started to rain.

Mai: "I'm back."

Kicho: "How is it?"

Mai: "It's okay. Thank you for getting me a new kimono."

Kicho: "It's no big deal. I don't want you wearing a burned kimono at a business meeting."

Kicho: "Besides, you'll catch a cold if you stay wet."

He offered me a cup of freshly brewed tea as he said so.

Mai: "Thanks."

As I accepted the teacup, I looked toward the shoji, where I could hear the sound of the heavy rain.

(I'm glad we found this place.)

After leaving the village, we went to an inn in a town a short distance away to take shelter from the rain.

Of course, we brought the kids with us, but they’re not here now.

Mai: “Did you meet her safely?”

Kicho: “Yeah, she came to the inn just a few minutes ago. They’re staying at another place tonight and will leave tomorrow.”

Mai: “I see. That’s good.”

(I wonder what they’ll do now that they leave the village.)

(Although I didn’t expect their mother to be here in this town.)

From what I heard, they lived with their mother, and their father was no longer in the picture.

However, they were always mistreated in that village, making it difficult for them to get enough food.

So their mother had no choice but to come to this town, and it was during that time that today’s incident happened.

(I’m glad we got them out safely, though.)

My relief was short-lived, as I felt the pain in my chest again.

(I still feel bad when I remember what happened in that village.)

Kicho: “Mai, I have something to say.”

Mai: “S-Sure, what is it?”

Kicho: “About tonight. I checked with the innkeeper, and she said there are no more rooms available.”

(Does that mean we’re going to spend the whole night together?)

Mai: “In addition to that, it’s raining.”

As soon as I become aware of it, things end up getting awkward.

Kicho: “Don’t worry. I’ll find another place to stay.”

Mai: “Eh? What about the monitoring?”

Kicho: “I’ll ask one of the innkeepers here to help, so I’ll know right away if you go out suspiciously.”

He put the teacup on the tray and stood up quickly.

I also hurriedly put down my teacup and grabbed his sleeve as he was about to leave.

Mai: “Wait! That doesn’t mean you can just do this.”

Mai: “I’ll leave here. You go ahead and rest.”

Kicho: “At this hour? With zero visibility? It’s gonna be dangerous for a woman to be out there alone.”

Mai: “But I can’t let you go outside.”

Kicho: “That’s what I’m saying to you, too.”

Kicho: “Do you understand what will happen if we don’t back down from each other?”

(That’s...)

Mai: “Yep, just now. But I’m not gonna give in.”

When I stubbornly insisted, Kicho sat down on the tatami again in dismay.

Kicho: “You’re stubborn. I can see in your face that you’re acting so awkwardly.”

Mai: “Ugh, but...”

Kicho: “I know. It’s useless to keep arguing like this, so I’ll give in for now.”

Mai: “Thank you. That saved me from feeling guilty.”

Kicho: “You’re stubborn in a weird way.”

Mai: “Really? But I just couldn’t give in.”

Mai: “It’s raining, so if you walk outside, you’ll get soaked again.”

(Like when you rescued the kids earlier.)

Mai: “You were also pale after you rescued us earlier.”

Kicho: “That time, huh?”

After a short pause, he replied grimly.

Although it was a bit dark, I could see that Kicho looked tired right now.

Mai: “Are you sick?”

Kicho: “Don’t worry, I’m not sick.”

Kicho: “It’s just because I got wet.”

Mai: “Because you got wet?”

Kicho: “You know that wormholes appear during a storm.”

Kicho: “When I got wet earlier, I remembered the moment I was transported back to that period.”

(I remember him saying that the future was a hellish world.)

(I wonder if there was something so shocking back there that just remembering it makes him feel like this.)

(I don’t know any of the details, but一)

Mai: “Yet, you covered yourself with water and jumped into the fire.”

Mai: “I really appreciate that.”

Kicho: “Don’t thank me. You did the same thing.”

Kicho: “You jumped into the fire to save her, even though you were scared.”

Kicho: “Besides, I’m sure the words you said saved their hearts, too.”

Mai: “What?”

Kicho: “Have you forgotten? You told them back there that no life deserves to die.”

(Oh, that?)

Mai: “I said that to convince myself, so it’s not that big of a deal that I saved them.”

Kicho: “It doesn’t matter what the true meaning is. Words only make sense when they reach someone.”

Kicho: “It is up to the receiver to decide what it will represent.”

(He’s right.)

Mai: “Then, I hope I helped those kids even a little.”

Kicho: “Yeah. Anyway, what you did today is not something anyone can do.”

Mai: “I can’t believe it either. Ever since I came here, crazy things keep on happening.”

(But at that time, I was so confused and desperate that I didn’t know what was going on.)

(I was anxious more than anything else.)

Kicho: “Are you anxious?”

Mai: “Is it that obvious in my voice?”

Kicho: “No. But you looked like one. Much worse than what I saw in that burning house.”

Kicho: “Are you thinking about your original time?”

Mai: “A little, but it’s okay.”

Kicho: “.............”

Suddenly, silence fell in the cozy room.

And as if choosing his words, Kicho dropped his gaze and looked at me again.

Kicho: “I have a few questions.”

Mai: “What is it? I can answer a lot of questions about the future.”

Kicho: “I see. Then I want to hear about your life back in the future.”

Mai: “What?”

Kicho: “I’m interested in what kind of life you had.”

Kicho: “Can you tell me your story?”

(My own story.)

(I never thought he’d ask me that.)

Kicho stared and waited for me to speak as I gaped at him with my mouth hanging open.

(People often ask that question in job interviews. It’s hard to talk about life, but yes, there was a time when I thought about it.)

Mai: “My life was quite normal, but I had a dream I was more passionate about than the others.”

Kicho: “You mean your dream back in the future?”

Mai: “Yes. I wanted to be a designer.”

Kicho: “A designer, huh?”

He repeated my words without changing his expression, looking like he already knew what the profession was.

Mai: “It’s been my dream since I was a little girl, but it’s not been an easy road.”

Mai: “I worked, studied hard, and tried my best to find a new job, but when I finally got a job for a small fashion brand, I got sent back to this era.”

Kicho: “So it hasn’t come true yet?”

Mai: "Yes. I was one step away from it."

Mai: "I have no way to leave, so I'm just wondering what I should do. Hahaha."

I squeeze out a dry laugh to cover up what could've been a serious conversation.

Kicho: "..............."

(Ah...)

He didn't laugh along with me and just squinted his eyes to criticize me for doing so.

Mai: "Anyway, my life has been neither good nor bad."

Mai: "I haven’t given up on my dream, but I think it’s time to face reality because everything I’ve built up over the years is back to square one."

Mai: "I need to make sense of my existence here to survive."

Kicho: "I see."

Kicho: "Then, I'll change the question. Why did you want to be a designer?"

Mai: "Well, because the first clothes I designed made people happy."

Mai: "I was happy back then that it made me want to make it my job."

Kicho: "But there will be many opportunities to get those feelings if you live."

Kicho: "So why did you find so much joy in it that you decided to make it your life's path?"

Mai: "Um..."

I was at a loss for words when he suddenly asked me that because I had never put into words the happiness I felt at that time.

(Why, huh? Because it made me happy.)

(I completed something I made for someone.)

Mai: "Oh..."

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#ikemen sengoku #ikesen jp #ikesen spoilers #ikesen kichou #ikesen kicho #kicho #ikesen #ikesen translations #cybird

[redraven3093]

Catching up with Philza QSM Vod

July 21

WAKE CHAYANNE YOU WILL DIE IF U DON’T DO YOUR MISSIONS OMG PLS

“I’ll stay Alive dad” he says as he did ZERO MISSIONS- lol he did just be Cucurucho all week

“bad lookn SO HOT” QSMP had change him omg

??was Dapper talking to Bad’s Chat??-oh yes he did!!

PHIL NO D:<

“I can be MORE of a shit head”

YES make a new Weapon- cause apparently yours are trash according to Etoiles

Ohh new music- its nice :D

the Dorime song is a copy right one good to know

?? who ruin the old man’s lawn??

CHAYANNE IM GLAD TO SEE YOU KIDO WE MISS YOU

“im not dead yet” he lied

Omg its Tallulah lol- PHILZA PLS THE 4th wall was just fixed u cant break I on first day

Selective literacy of course

POG to Tallulah for trying to roleplay Chayanne she is such a trooper

Yes that so crazy yes yes

Tubbo raid hello

Disclaimer : NOT CHAYANNE

Ohh a forbidden block?- oh don’t you dare play dirty Challulah

Omg PHIL pls these kids have a life

YAY EARLY BIRB STREAM - Omg Tallulah is ALSO ONE OF THE CROWSS??

Ohh MOVIE night?

Safety first before adventure

Aww but Phil think about the AEISTHETIC for your Angel of Death thing- SEE you got ALL the Materials

Godamn those hips- PHILZA PLS

Lol the kids alredy have them

I mean Etoiles was Right your gears was quite shit

Thanks Tubbo

LUCKY DUCKS YEAHH

Ah yes of course “chayanne” did not know Phil adopted her- PHIL PLS THE SONG

Oh god they do that back then?

Challulah update time

Oh the French national day?- ohh Horses- you guys did WHAT to Foolish??- and you Guys become him??-  Kelp didn’t help oh no-  mean he did ask for it- of Course Tallulah will know better.

Xoxox gossipgirl

Of course you are Chayanne kiddo we all believe you

 Ohh new plant pet- RAINBOW??GLAS??- oh no they can get damage now??

Yeah aint that crazy she is with u guys in spirits

Oh god

Love that Phil’s threat was not an attempt at harm but his rage and ire

Oh fuck that Nightmare – ah FUCK CHALLULAH

OH HEY THE BRAZILLIANS

HEY RICHA BABY HOW ARE YOUU

Hey MIKE hii PAC and AYEPIERRE

Oh no the wither

Oh no why are u guys sayog sorry??- omg are they BRIBING HIM???

LOL THEY DID-LMAO they are so Funny- OMG PAC AND MIKE is so FUKIN Awsome

AWW YES THE WEIRD GRAPLING THINGY

Omg pierre don’t do that

BAD MADE THAT NEW BUILDING 2 DAYS AGO?

Yeah Etoiles was so Great

Opp Challulah?- ah forbidden space ok

Huh so the Lucky blocks have a cool down time? – holly that is long

Ah of course Fit will find a way to go around it

“don’t do illegal things in front of the eggs” Philza warns him “some of them have more power than you”, Pierre smiled warily “yes” he agree easily as he  lock eyes with the young egg Infront of him “ especially you”

Pierre where the fuq are we??-  YEY FLASH LIGHT

OMG it’s a DRILL

Diamond termites? Oh of course you want them Challulah

Cute and Deadly the perfect baby

Yu cant put your near death encounter at the end Challulah you’ll just put him more into a paranoia

It is true

Lol Chayanne pls you have no additional life anymore

DON’T SULK- oh now you trying to be cute eh?- he’s being a brat.

THAT IS A GOOD QUESTION THE KID SHOULD HAVE FLOAT ON WATER ALL THE TIME

LOL HOME

TALLULAH NOOO- LOL 4th wall GONE- oh Tallulah got new PC nice :D

Whats with the fence?- Reddit /architect

Reject the gay/j

Ohhh she plans ey?- a diagram?- YESS

Ohh YES

Omg that would be SO COOL

Aww thanks BAD and Dapper

He is such a good kid-

Oh wait oh no shit Tallulah would die- lol I could hear Kristin on background.

O yah this is goig to be so cool

MOVIE NIGHTT

Lol there is no going back now

Hi again Pierre

HI bad

Yeah you sleepy little shit- HAH clingy- SINGLE FATHER ARC lets GOO

I think Richa have the most parents I think

Dapper IS crazy- lol-

“They LISTEN to YOU”

YEAH the Cinema is fuked

Oh OMG CHAY- imean CUCURUCHO- but lets be Real Chayanne :D

Yeah ya lil shit

Opp where to go kiddo?

Omg bad pls nooo

Oh no Challulah voided- eh?

YEAH WORK OUT TIMEE

HI JAIDEN

Cucurucho the fuk?- hey no CHEATING-

HAH GET PRANKED- oh hey Chayanne- lol Kritin

Woah2 Cucurucho chill-  Cucurucho u know Phil can just teleport

Ungay him Phill

Oh hey Foolish

OMG you two- BBH and Foolish is such riot

AWW Preety :D

“a two year old Gunned me down before” foolish says

oMG you all killed me- Chayanne noo

“KELP DIDN’T HELP”

??- omg Foolish Noo- OOOOHHH the Teather is shiny now

Ballon oh you can bumb in to them

POPCORN-NOOOO0- no Jaiden

Hi Pomme

HI WALTER BOB

YEAHHH POP CORNN

Ohh GIFT

Lol the Barbie posters – omg you can put the ballon in the box- Ballon for Chayanne

Retail  Philza – Barbie ticket is gone – good lord he sound so used to it.

OH CHOKY MILK

Oh hey Walter- TICKETS –

FOOLISH WTF??

Hey Cellbit.

“im A bby gurll”

MOVIE TIMEE- yeh get the ballon – YOOO

Oh what happened to Walter?- oh yeh poor guy need to get out-MOVIEMOVIEMOVIE

cant fit all of it sadge

#don't mind me #qsmp #headcannons #qsmp eggs #qsmp philza #qsmp chayanne #qsmp tallulah #qsmp cucurucho #qsmp live blogging #qsmp liveblog

[agoracactus]

Home Sweet Home

this is set after Geralt got his estate in Toussaint. absolutely love that place, everything is so pretty and vibrant there

and its just nice to know that after all his adventures he got a place to call home and some ppl to take care of him. enjoy!

Warning: lack of proofreading as it is very late now lol i just wanna get this out

Pairing: Geralt x F!reader

Word count: 830

§ Shortly after receiving Corvo Bianco §

You had a soothing bath after an extremely long day, and were comfortably lying in bed. You had your legs up against the wall, with a pillow under your head, feeling warm and sleepy.

Geralt walked out from behind the screen. He stopped, stared for a second, and decided he didn't want to know.

"Did the water get cold?" you watched him throwing the towel over the screen.

"No." he buttoned up his shirt.

"Can't believe the enchanted tub Yen gave us really worked." you said, while massaging your legs.

"Hmm." he sat down on his side of the bed.

"You should join me." you turned your head to look at him.

"...What?" "Put your legs up like this." "Why?" "Well, I heard that it helps with leg swelling." "My legs don't swell." "...Is that supposed to be a flex?" you raised your eyebrow, "C'mon! It wouldn't hurt to try! Plus, it would be too late when your legs do swell." you tugged on the bottom of his shirt, "Who knows, it might happen tomorrow? You are getting old."

He grunted, but complied.

"See? Not too bad right?" you grinned.

Another grunt.

"And apparently it works better with massages." you sat up, and started squeezing his calves, "It helps with blood flow, and gravity would help bring the waste back to your torso so your body can clean that dirty blood." "Hmm."

You stopped, "Are you upset about me calling you old?"

He sighed, "No." "Ok." you gave him a kiss on the cheek, and lay back down again with your legs up against the wall.

After a short silence- "Mr. Barnabas asked me what he should call me."

"...What has he been calling you then?" "Miss." you said with a dissatisfied tone. "What's wrong with miss?" "It doesn't sound right, sounds like I'm way too young. If Ciri could be called miss, calling me miss would be too weird." "...Alright."

"I doubt he would be ok with calling me by my first name- not to mention calling me Master..." you pressed your feet against the cool wall.

"Madam?" Geralt suggested.

"Meh, too old. Madam is what you call someone rich with no kids, having 2 cats and 3 dogs and a dead husband." you waved your hand, "And she either is the nicest person or the worst, no in between."

"Hmm." Geralt had both of his hands on his stomach, fingers laced together, "Lady?"

"Well lady doesn't sound too bad." you nodded, "Classy, elegant... It also sounds like you're having an affair with me and let me move in against your poor wife's will."

"...You'd rather be my mistress?"

"Are you asking me to marry you?" "No, I'm simply explaining to you, lady can be used for married couples as well." "Sounds like a proposal to me." "It is not." "So you don't wanna marry me?"

"..." He gave you a look. "Now you're just teasing me."

"Ahh, quick learner are we?" you grinned.

"I was one of the best in Kaer Morhen." he bragged.

"Well then you should also learn, that I'll be happier if you let me tease you."

He smiled, took your hand in his and gently pressed his lips upon your knuckles, "I'll keep that in mind, my lady."

§ After a long time §

You hopped off your horse, handing the rein to the stable boy.

"Thank you Gautbert." you said, staring pulling the knot on your cloak loose.

"My lady." Barnabas-Basil Foulty greeted you at the door, "How was the journey?" "It's ok, I'm just glad it only took a couple of days. It would seem that I can only sleep well in my own bed now." you jokingly said. "I'm glad that the trip went well. Master Garelt came home just now." Foulty opened the door for you.

"Already?" you quickly walked in.

Pushing open the bedroom door, you were met with the fresh scent of soap. The white hair witcher was standing by the feet of the bed, drying his hair with a towel.

"Hey you're home early!" you nearly jumped into his arms, before giving him a peck on the lips, "...I miss you." you nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

"I miss you too." he held you tightly.

"...You smell nice!" you pulled away slightly to look at him more properly, even though you were only apart for two weeks.

"Wanted to look fresh for you." "Aww... And you cut yourself?" your thumb brushed over the side of his jaw. "I was in a rush." he shrugged. "Aren't you adorable." you kissed him again.

He pressed on the back of your neck, deepening the kiss, tongue grazing past yours. You happily gave in to his yearning.

"...Eager huh?" you broke away for air, eyes meeting his.

"I missed you a lot." he shrugged again, unapologetic.

You couldn't help but grin widely, "Well, we should see what we could do about that."

#the witcher #geralt of rivia #geralt x you #geralt x y/n #geralt x reader #onshot

[sunecito]

Fire Emblem Fates: Agere Leo Headcanons !!

♕ His little age is around 2-6, though he mostly stays around 3 or 4.

♛ He’s a crier. Sleepy? Cries. Lonely? Cries. Bored? Cries. He can be a very clingy kiddo when he wants to.

♕ Ironically, he’s also the independent type. If you place him in a enclosed space with books and toys that jingle he can stay put for hours.

♛ He claims he can read by himself… But being honest, his baby intellect can best handle those cardboard books. (Especially the touch and feel and the look for the hidden object ones-)

♕ Doesn’t actually like physical touch. Camilla found out about his regression when he started tearing up and pushing her away after she tried to give him a hug.

♛ However, he actually loves being picked up, put on swings, sitting on his carer’s lap. He gets overstimulated with a lot of pressure, though, so hugs aren’t preferred by him. 

♕ Elise wants to be his main caregiver SO BAD. But that role goes to Odin and Niles (mainly Niles), who treat the baby prince like they’re narrators of a story book. Needless to say, Leo loves it.

♛ Odin takes care of the stimulation: playing, reading, his personality makes the most interesting voices for characters. Niles prefers handling the more domestic duties: cleaning, bathing, cooking, Prince Leo doesn’t deserve any less than the best, after all. 

♕ He still likes tomatoes. And by like, I mean that he still adores them. Once he snuck out regressed at night and ate 2 and a half tomatoes before he was caught by Laslow and Peri. (Xander scolded Peri for bouncing Leo and keeping him awake. She loves baby princey)

♛ He’s actually pretty intimidated by the horses, so he never usually goes by the stables. The few times he gets close to a horse is when they’re brought out for training or feeding. He brings his crayons and sketchbook whenever Elise takes her horsie for a ride.

♕ In the Birthright route, Leo finds himself regressed often, even when he tries to suppress it. Sometimes he simply collapses with stress, so Odin and Niles have kept little gear in the places Leo spends his time most. 

♛ He cries a lot about his big brother and younger sister, he has nightmares where he acts like a witness. He wakes up in a cold sweat, and Camilla comes over due to his cries and screams. He often breaks down in her embrace, crying out for Big Brother and Sissy.

♕ In the Conquest route, Corrin is added to the close circle of his regression. Corrin was surprised at first (Leo didn’t fully express his regression until Corrin decided to side with them) but then fell completely in love with their babier brother! How could they not?

♛ In the Revelations route, Takumi and Leo grow more close. They still act cold and rival against each other when they’re big, but if anyone can understand Little Leo’s behaviors, it’s Takumi.

♕ Corrin makes a lot of play dates between both princes. (Leo will never admit that he genuinely likes them)

♛ He’s still quiet, as in, he doesn’t even babble. He responds in humming or with body language, other than that, he stays silent. 

♕ 1000% a tether kid. He had a bad habit of biting others as a kid and thus likes to bite things while regressed. He has his own chewable paci and he uses it a l o t .

♛ When asked about how he’s feeling, if he says “I dont wanna talk about it”, then it’s because he’s regressing. It’s become like a code for his family and retainers. 

♕ Of course, he isn’t public about this, but his family all know. Xander especially loves spending time with his baby brother, even if he has no flipping clue of what he’s doing half the time. 

#fandom agere #fire emblem agere #sune'writes #i have more hcs for more characters coming soon hehe

[auroralightsthesky]

Whiskey in the Night (Bob x Reader)

Summary: The baby won’t sleep and Bob’s dad has a rather unconventional way of handling it

A small cry erupted from the cot at the foot of the bed, yanking Bob from his deep and relaxing sleep while (y/n) stirred beside him. “Babe?” she mumbled. 

“Don’t even think about it,” Bob yawned as he reached for his glasses on the nightstand next to the bed. 

He tossed aside the covers and stumbled to the cot, picking August up and wrapping the blue baby blanket around him. Poor kid was definitely in pain. Ever since he started teething, he hadn’t stopped crying, sometimes in the middle of the night, just as he had done the night Bob and (y/n) had brought him home. Yet even those nights seemed easier compared to now. At least he could get August back to sleep in under a minute. 

“Alright little dude,” Bob sighed, trying to calm August’s wailing. “Let’s get you somewhere before you wake everybody up.” 

Bob was exhausted, yet he still did everything in his power to try and get August to calm down. Up and down the halls, once, then twice, scratching his son’s small back.....it seemed as though he was stuck, trying what he could but to no avail. Exhaustion and sleepiness soon began to set in again, weighing heavy on Bob’s body as his eyelids began to slide shut. 

The shutting of the storm door on the porch snapped him awake along with Joe’s heavy footsteps. A tired groan reached Bob’s ears along with a rather pungent smell, for once, breaking the constant and pained cries of his son. 

“Oh God, never fucking again,” Joe groaned, rubbing his reddened eyes.

“Dad?” 

“Oh shit, Bobby, I didn’t realize you were awake,” Joe chuckled. 

“Dad, what the hell are you doing up?” Bob groaned. “It’s one-thirty in the morning.” 

“I was in pain so I rolled a joint and smoked it on the front porch,” Joe answered. “How ‘bout you? I thought (y/n) put the baby to sleep at eight?” 

“Auggie’s teething......really bad,” Bob said, his words beginning to slur. 

Joe ran a hand through his greying, dark blonde hair. “Here,” he said. “Give him to me. I’ve got this.” 

Bob was reluctant, but carefully handed August to his father, shaking off the sleepiness that was really starting to get at him. “C’mere bud,” Joe murmured to his grandson. A squeaky cry of pain escaped August’s throat, but Joe was much quicker to quiet him. “It’s ok Auggie.....it’s ok.....Daddy and Papa will get you back to sleep in no time.” 

Through his bleary, itchy eyes, Bob watched as his father drew out the bottle of Horse Soldier from the liquor cabinet next to the kitchen sink, pouring the strong smelling brown liquid into a glass before dipping his pinky finger into it. Joe carefully dabbed a little bit into August’s mouth, running it along his sore gums while Joe calmly rocked his grandson. August’s head came to rest on his grandfather’s shoulder, his eyes slowly closing as Joe kissed the side of his small head. 

Bob was in disbelief, but relieved nonetheless. Joe sat beside him on the sofa with August still in his arms and a mischievous grin on his face. “Dad?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Whiskey?” Bob asked him, his eyebrow raised in surprised. 

 “I raised eight of you rugrats by myself for almost twenty years,” Joe told him. “Everything I learned, I learned from your grandparents.” 

Bob couldn’t help but admire his father for that. God he wished every day that his mother could have seen her grandson. Joe had hardly ever uttered a bad word in those twenty five years, raising the eight kids, Bob included, practically by himself and pulling his weight on the ranch. Bob hoped deep down he could be just as good a father as Joe had been. 

“Thanks Dad,” he said. 

“Son, that’s what I’m here for,” Joe said. “You better get back to bed. I’m gonna shower.” 

“At this hour?” 

“Hey, when I go to pick up Denise tomorrow for our date, I don’t want to be smelling like like I rolled in a field of it,” Joe informed him. 

Bob smiled and shook his head as he took August into his arms and headed back upstairs, placing him in the crib with the blanket to cover him and placing a kiss on his son’s head. He quietly slipped back into his place beside (y/n), his arm around her waist as he drifted back off into sleep, sinking in beside the two he loved most. 

#top gun maverick #bob floyd #bob floyd top gun #robert bob floyd #bob x reader #original character #original child character

[sharkpupsblog]

😨 Lost Horse! 🐎 PART 8. Late night walk.

Sabine x GN! Reader fanfic!

Hi hi!!! I think I will start doing updates every Monday! I used to try and update twice every week when doing multi part fics but I think it’s much better to do once a week at the start of the week! Gives me more time to put stuff together and makes my brain hurt a lot less 😭 also I am . Super sleepy rn omg so if there r any mistakes I am so sorry 😭💔 anyways enjoy! :D

Summary: You and Sabine walk around Valedale

Warnings: foul language.

You yawn and shake your head as you walk with Sabine through Valedale. It’s late at night. You just finished hanging out. Now you’re sneaking her out of the village. The girl walks side by side with you. Her hand is on your waist she keeps you close to her as you walk. You rest your head on her side. Walking like this feels funny but you want to be close to her. You’d always take looking funny if it also meant you could have some proximity to your girlfriend.

It has been a week since she confessed to you. The week had been the best of your life so far. Being in a relationship was nice. You close your eyes. You let Sabine guide you out of the village. You had sneaked her in and out before once, so she knew her way around. One was enough for her to learn the way out. At least that’s what she told you. If you got lost, then that would be fine. You would get to spend a little more time with her that way. You were also wearing her jacket. It was nice so the more time spent wearing it the better.

You opened your eyes when you felt her come to a stop. You looked at her. She was already looking at you. The moon was dim today you could barely see. “Don’t fall asleep” she pats your waist “I need you to guide me out.” You raise your eyebrows in surprise “you said you knew your way out!” You look around trying to figure out where you are. Sabine laughs her laugh gently shakes you “I’m kidding!” The girl moves her hand to your lower back.

“I needed to scare you so you wouldn’t fall asleep” she gently guides you forward. You allow her to move you to be in front of her “you do need me to lead you, don’t you?” You turn back to her. She huffs at you “I already told you why I need you to walk in front” she nudges you. You start walking, and Sabine follows closely. The girl was doing fine on her own for a bit, but she did end up getting lost. She didn’t want to admit it. She says it’s because she doesn’t want you to fall asleep, but you know better.

“Well if you’re not lost-“ you turn around again. She raises an eyebrow at you. You walk behind her “then you can lead us out.” You nudge her like she nudged you. The girl looks at you over her shoulder. “I can walk behind you” you smile at her. She narrows her eyes at you. She knows your smile has pure evil behind it. You know she’s lost. She knows you’re messing with her. “Fine” Sabine looks back at the road you’re on. She starts walking which surprises you. You don’t follow her. The girl is certainly going to get you lost if you follow. You stay still, it doesn’t take her long to realize you’re not following her.

It’s now her turn to turn around. “You have zero faith in me” she puts on an offended look. You smile at her “You’re going the wrong way.” You take a step towards the right path. She was so close to going the right way. Had she taken a right turn she would have led you the right way. Sabine grumbles as she walks to you “I knew that.” She offers her hand. You take it, but you don’t hold it. You put it back on your waist. You both go back to how you were before. “I was just making sure you knew it too” she pats your waist.

You put a hand over hers giving it a squeeze “making sure I know the roads I’ve walked my whole life?” You have lived in Valedale all your life. In your opinion it was the best place to live. You wouldn’t trade it for the city or any other place. Nothing beat Valedale. Nothing beat the rose bushes covering the entire village. Nothing beat the sounds of wildlife. Nothing beat walking around the whole village. Nothing would ever beat the coziness of your home. You loved Valedale, you were glad your dad chose it as home.

When Sabine didn’t say anything, you said, “you did get lost didn’t you?” The girl moved her hand up to your side giving it a squeeze. It made you laugh “you’re so fucking annoying.” Sabine knew that if she admitted she got lost you wouldn’t let it go. She was fighting hard not to tell you the truth. Before you could say anything else to her you heard a neigh. You looked to where you heard the neigh seeing the stables. At the stables Khaan waited.

He stood in front of the closed red doors. Some light poured through gaps in the doors. The steed had been grazing around Valedale while you and Sabine walked. He bobbed his head up and down. You walked in front of Sabine going to her horse. Once you got to Khaan, you gave him a hug apologizing for taking so long. The stallion leaned against you. He safely rested some of his weight on you. The Friesian relaxed while he waited for his rider to get to you both.

Sabine walked slowly so you would have more time with Khaan. As the girl walked, she felt uneasy. She knew it was because she was in druid territory. The uneasiness made her walk a little faster. She couldn’t be seen in Valedale. She had to leave quickly. For her safety and yours. When she got to you and Khaan, she told you she had to leave. You gave Khaan a quick squeeze before letting him go. The Friesian neighed as his reins were grabbed. Sabine pats her horse telling him to be quiet “I’ll be in Silverglade tomorrow.” The girl stood side by side with Khaan.

“If you want to come by after I finish working, we can get coffee” you smiled loving the idea of a nice iced coffee. “I have to deliver some fabric for Farah tomorrow in Silverglade, so I’ll meet you at…“ You paused trying to think of a time. “Two?” You asked and Sabine shook her head “three.” You guessed evil took time “alright three it is.” You and Sabine said your goodbyes, but before Sabine got on the road to Hollow Woods she stopped. The girl turned around saying she forgot something.

You teased her saying she forgot the way to the ferry. She scoffed “I was going to be romantic and tell you to keep my jacket but never mind.” She laughed when you said, “I was kidding!” You walked closer to her “please be romantic.” You grabbed her hand “please let me keep it.” Sabine kissed your forehead “it cost me a million dollars.” She was exaggerating the price. It was expensive but not that expensive.

“Please don’t damage it” she sighed when you kissed the corner of her lips. “I promise I won’t” you let go of her hand giving her one more kiss before sending her off. You both said goodbye again. This time it was serious. You watched as Sabine and Khaan walked away. You said a prayer in your mind to Aideen for their safety. Would she protect her enemy? She most likely wouldn’t. It was worth a shot though. You frowned, turning away from the road and to the bridge that led home. Walking back alone was going to suck.

TY FOR READING! :D this chapter was actually . Never planned . But after I realized that everything starts to go wrong really quick I thought it would be nice to add this 😭 just something sweet before everything goes to 💩 😭 also did the font on tumblr change???

#ssoblr #sso #star stable online #sabinessoxreader #sabinessofanfic #sabinesso #khaansso #ssofanfic #sharkpupsblogwrites!‼️🗣 #lookingforssomoots💔

[spark-glow]

top 5 gulag moments

This is so fucking hard, dude. I'm gonna say this one is in no particular order just because of the nature of it. Also doing 10 because the Gulag is too funny for just 5.

1.) When Rewind was off his gourd on pain meds and desperately tried to warn King about his peppers when y'all were playing Stardew Valley.

2.) That one time Snow ordered really really hot wings on accident and I instructed him to up the sensitivity on his mic so we could hear him suffer through every single bite and it was, without a doubt, the most horrible 15 minutes of our lives. I would make him do it again.

3.) This bit from when we were binging the entirety of the George Lopez show.

4.) When we rocked some random poll on babycenter for DAYS ON END so some poor kid out there would be named fucking Nedward. Genuinely possible that we led to a real human being being named Nedward.

5.) Tony's peggle stream. Literally had me, him, King, and Remy sitting there for 2+ hours, entirely invested in every single part of what was happening in that game. The 3 of us were sitting on the sidelines while he was playing like trusted military advisors, goading him into ploys such as 'just trust the zen ball, zen ball knows more than you 4head'. When we finally beat the last level, it was like we were on the streets when WW2 was declared over. Bedlam.

Also Tony made the stream look like fucking THIS by the end, which was a MESS.

6.) Both of these instances of Tau sleepy posting just days apart. I know it's technically 2 events but they're so intertwined in my head. Him perfectly and coherently saying 'DROWN' in the middle of the convo is literally legendary to me.

7.) Every single silly bit we've ever done in Red Dead Online, but especially the two times we've spent 25+ minutes sailing from Saint Denis to Thieves Landing so we could go over the falls in a big conga line of boats, AND all of the time we've spent at the fucked up bridges at Hennigan's Stead.

Shout out to Percy for clipping an instance of the latter together for us. Sad I don't have the footage of when Tony got slingshot into a rockwall and was forced to see a version of Kicking Horse (my character) that was just a generic white lady, but this is just as good.

8.) That one time I convinced Rewind to secretly send a fucking Intruder makeship plushie to Tony's house, so he could not only avoid really expensive norway shipping but also have a funny surprise for when he came to the states next. We uh... did not expect his mom to open the package and give Tony the funniest fucking heart attack in the world.

9.) Remy editing Shockwave's tits to be bigger and then trying to see if anyone would notice. Shout out to King for getting my ass when I wasn't even fucking AWAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

10.) This could go to so many fucking things but i'm gonna go ahead and put down when we were arguing about what color Prime Ratchet was and found out the Pope died smack in the middle of the debate.

Special shout outs go to armored freaks, olm posting because I was forced to see bad TF content, and every single one of the really fucking funny Apex clips we've gotten that I can't share cause they aren't up anywhere yet.

I love the Gulag.

#SONAR #gulag #long post #ask game

[coffeebanana]

Chapter Summary:

Marinette is not a morning person. Also, wine and assembling IKEA furniture do not mix. Thankfully she has a wonderful roommate to assist with both these issues! And if he renders her hopelessly flustered in the process, well...she'll probably survive.

First scene under the cut!

Marinette was not ready to be awake. Apparently her internal clock had yet to register that the semester was over, because she’d woken up several times throughout the night, panicked about deadlines that no longer existed. All she wanted now was to doze off again. To sleep until her body and the ridiculously comfortable mattress melded together as one.

Unfortunately, the room had the audacity to have an east-facing window, and she’d been too lazy yesterday to put up the blackout curtains she’d purchased. Plus, she could hear Adrien moving around in the kitchen, and knowing he was so close did funny things to her insides. She yawned and allowed herself one last stretch before reluctantly pushing herself up.

For a minute or so after, she just sat on the edge of her bed, hoping she’d spontaneously develop the ability to teleport into the kitchen. (Damn Monarch. Couldn’t he at least have left her the Horse Miraculous?)

Eventually, she resigned herself to the fact that she’d actually have touseher legs. She stood slowly, pulling the fuzzy blanket she’d taken to bed over her head like a hood. She hadn’t taken so much as a step when Tikki flew up to her.

“Don’t forget your bracelet, Marinette.” Oops.

“Thanks, Tikki,” she mumbled. Or she tried to—judging by Tikki’s giggle she wasn’t sure her words had been coherent.

The wave of relief that washed over her as she slipped on the bracelet roused her a little—forgetting that would have been a disaster. She’d taken it off midway through the night, unused to sleeping in jewellery aside from her earrings. Clearly she’d have to adjust though—she couldn’t risk forgetting it in her room.

In retrospect, the amount of times she’d left her house still wearing pyjamas really should have tipped her off to the dangers of leaving her sleep-deprived brain in charge of such decisions.

With another yawn, Marinette stumbled out of her room and into the kitchen. Adrien immediately turned around from his spot browsing the fridge to give her a bright smile—he must have heard her grumbling her way down the hall.

“Good morning,” he said cheerfully. Too cheerfully—Marinette really ought to have considered the repercussions of moving in with a morning person.

She answered him wordlessly, with the most petulant face she could muster, before taking her usual seat at the kitchen island and slumping down on the counter.

Adrien laughed, which…okay. That was a nice, warm, magical sound. The kind that probably cured sick kids instantly and made birds sing. Maybe she could put up with Morning Adrien™️ for the sake of that laugh.

Maybe.

“Want some coffee, Sleepy Bug?”

“Mmm.”

Another laugh, one that was over too soon. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

She heard him get a few things out of the fridge and set them on the counter, then his footsteps took him to the corner of the kitchen. Where the espresso machine lives, Marinette thought dreamily. Before she knew it a cup was set down beside her, its pleasant aroma finally urging her to push herself up and meet Adrien’s smiling eyes.

“One espresso for my favourite hero.” His smile was far warmer than the cup he slid into her hands. “Figured I should caffeinate you the quickest way possible, but I can also make you a cappuccino if you want.”

“You’re perfect,” she sighed. “Marry me.”

For a second—about the moment it took her to realize she’d made a terrible mistake—Adrien just stared at her. Then a wild grin stretched across his face.

“As lovely as that sounds,” he said, “I don’t think you’re in any state to be making those sorts of decisions.”

Marinette squeaked in response and buried her face in her arms again. As lovely as that sounds?!

At this rate, she wouldn’t survive long enough to enjoy that cappuccino.

#miraculous ladybug #my fics #coffeebanana fics #ladrien #and they were roommates #so much pining #and flirting #and even some snuggles #ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste

[isadora-greenhall]

Hii! 😺🍫 for Glenn or Henry :D hope you have a nice rest, Isadora

hello countless! thanks for the ask 🥰

headcanon asks

Glenn

😺 An animal related headcanon

Nick Jr is not the first rat in Glenn Close's life! When he was a teenager, and spending months on end without seeing his dad, he found a small next of rats in the back of his closet and decided to look after them until the babies were grown. He emptied an old shoebox and put some warm winter scarfs in it to keep them cozy, came up with names for them all, and imagined them as a family on the run from the government who was trying to persecute them and he was the kind soul who sheltered them on their journey. He had a whole elaborate backstory for them. He'd strum his guitar for them when they were sleepy and accidentally conditioned them to fall asleep on him when he starts playing 😭❤️ when they got too big (and when he found out bill was on his way home) he took them to the local golf course to release them on the next leg of their journey. He saluted them as they left. He cried. A lot.

🍫 A headcanon about food

99% of meals glenn has ever eaten have been fast food. He's an horrendous cook. However, the one thing he can cook at home is rice, in the ancient rice cooker he inherited from Christine. She always told him to have rice in the house, and it's the one lesson of hers he actually internalised. When days when he can't be arsed reaching for his phone to order uber eats he'll just eat a plain bowl of rice and think of his mum ❤️😌

Henry

😺 An animal related headcanon

i can't get over the moment after the for knights tournament when the prize giving dog refuses to get pats and henry scoffs and says "that's dogs for ya" with sooo much disdain ahaha. so! i think henry isn't really a dog person (he's a WOLF person ;P). they only got laserwolf fartblaster because the boys wanted a dog, so he had to put up with it. i think that this stems from his youth in the forgotten realms, as all things do for henry. Horsy Sy'Oak had a minion called Pup Py'Oak who was one of those yes men kinda people; they were too chicken to pick on beay ry'oak's kid on their own, but they were more than happy to stand behind horse sy' and go "yeeeaaahhh" and "ooooohhh" every time horse sy' insulted henry.

🍫 A headcanon about food

i have a couple, but i'm gonna put the second under a readmore because it involves eating disorders; i won't go into detail but i know that can be triggering for some people so heads up ❤️

first, i did research a couple of months ago about ecuadorian vegan food and apparently there's not a whole lot. so when the oak-garcias visit their family in ecuador they rarely go out to eat, they make a lot of homecooked food so they know what's in it. mercedes brings a new vegan recipe to ecuador every time she visits, and her favourite cousin has a cookbook full of them so she can practice them between visits to feed mercedes and her family 🥰❤️

henry often had food restricted for him in oakvale as a punishment from barry, so he has a pretty unhealthy relationship with food that he has worked extremely hard on with love and support from mercedes ❤️ his beautiful boys have full access to food 24/7, and once at a party someone made a comment to lark when he reached for another cookie about how many he's already had and henry went absolutely apeshit on them.

#asks #abeinginsand #dungeons and daddies #eating disorders #tw eating disorders #please send me more hc asks somebody anybody these are so fun 🥰🥰🥰 #any character any headcanon doesn't even have to be off the list!

[autumnalwalker]

Find the Word Tag

Thank you for the tag, @winterandwords.

My words to find were bad, bear, break, & being.

Passing the tag to @talesofsorrowandofruin, @blind-the-winds, @writingpotato07, @void-botanist, and an open tag for anyone else.

Your words to find shall be did, didn't, don't, & doesn't.

Bad: Empty Names Side Story - Once Upon A Time...

Now, the Rogue’s two favorite adventures to go on were “Steal the hat” and “Spy.”  “Steal the hat” was fun because there was no shortage of rich folks and nobles coming through the city who could afford to lose a fancy hat or three and they were usually guarded well enough to make getting close enough to swipe the hat a challenge.  Even better, unlike most things that they took, the only ones who shouted at them were the now-hatless rich folks.  And the guards, but shouting at people was their job, so they didn’t count.  But the normal folks that saw the Rogue running around with a hat too big for them embroidered with gold and silver threads with a feather sticking out the top would smile and cheer at the trick.  So long as the rich folks’ guards weren’t around, of course.  If the hat belonged to someone mean enough, the Rogue might even get an apple tossed their way while they ran past, and a fresh one at that. 

Keeping the hat was never a good idea though, so the Rogue always made sure to leave it somewhere where it was sure to be seen in case someone else wanted it.  Usually hanging from atop a sign halfway up a building or perched jauntily on a horse’s head.  They’d tried putting the hat on a goat once, but the goat just ate it, which they worried might have been bad for the goat. 

Bear: The Archivist's Journal, Day 39

Lin spoke up at this, telling him not to blame himself.  That he couldn’t have predicted how things would turn out and he certainly isn’t responsible for other people’s feelings or behavior.  And besides, at the end, Bartolome wasn’t even aware of who was or wasn’t there, and hadn’t really been for weeks.  She would know, she was there.  She’d watched for months (alongside her father) as the old man grew less and less lucid and his sons became more and more distant.  She was the one who had more and more become the man’s primary caregiver, keeping him comfortable, administering food, water, and medicine, and changing his sheets as his sons grew unable to bear the sight of a father who didn’t recognize them and her own father shifted his attention to other patients with sniffles, and headaches, and cuts that could be made better.  She was the one who was acting upbeat every day for a sleepy old man who probably didn’t even notice.  She was the one who couldn’t even get angry at the brothers for not wanting to see their father like that after having had to do so daily herself.  She was the one who didn’t even have a day to process how she felt about it all because she’d had to ready the body for a funeral, and then attend the funeral, and then spend the mist night wondering what it’d be like when her own father got that old and if he would keep his mind to the end or not, and then got woken up at the crack of dawn to knocking on the door because the doctor and his assistant were needed to deliver a baby, and even though it’s normal for births to shortly follow funerals it’s not normally that soon after, and so she’d spent the morning dealing with all the pain and blood and everything that goes along with childbirth and how that to her always overshadowed how happy the parents might be holding their child afterward and how she was terrified of ever having to go through that herself but her parents wanted her to find a husband and have kids and she didn’t want to disappoint them and everyone else her age had already done so and were happy but she wasn’t even sure even wanted any of that and… and she finally ran out of breath and energy to keep speaking.

Break: Empty Names - 7 - Gathered Here Today

“So you’re saying each of these trees is part of a pair like the one we came in from,” Eris confirms.

“Most of them,” Bridgewood clarifies.  “In some cases the other end of the bridge has been chopped down and made into something else and will spit you out into the biggest remaining piece.  So far I’ve wound up accidentally breaking and entering four times that way and found myself in a ship at the bottom of the ocean twice ”

“You say that like you don’t know where they all go,” Eris says.

“My dearly departed wife preferred to memorize family secrets instead of writing them down.  The signs are a recent addition.”

Being: Empty Names - 11 - Afterparty

“Just like it’s obvious she’s terrified of you?  Seriously, what did you say to her when I wasn’t around?”

Sullivan clasps his apple-less hand over where his heart should be and gasps in mock indignation.  “Why, I was nothing other than my usual charming self.”

“That’s what worries me.  You were being antagonistic enough while I was around; I’m not completely blind to how you are when I’m not.”

The apple’s returned to its original hand when Sullivan pulls it away from his chest into an exaggerated shrug.  He cheated that particular sleight-of-hand, but that’s one of the perks of being him.

“I was just stress testing them.  If they can’t take a bit of light provocation now, how can we expect them to hold up a year from now in a real high-stakes situation with tensions running high?  Besides, if I’d really been trying to antagonize anyone there would have been bloodshed.”

His friend sighs.  “I know, I know.  But for once, could you at least pretend to get along?  I really want this to work out.”

Sullivan stops playing with the apple.  “I know, and so do I.  That’s why I did it.  But since you asked, I’ll… show some restraint.”

“Thank you.  Building up team trust and understanding is going farther than just learning to tolerate each other.”

Sullivan peels a bit of skin off the apple with his teeth instead of answering.  The taste is so-so.  Better as a prop than food, especially for one who doesn’t need to eat.

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[godza]

justin i need to hear your ag takes now

oh my god yes. i was just about to make a post. ill say a few opinions because they are all scattered.

problem one: from the founding of ag to 2014, everything was perfect. it all went downhill when the historical dolls were rebranded to beforever. all historical accuracy went out the window to cater to an even younger audience. all the playsets turned to plastic, there used to be wooden accessories! metal even! now its all cheap plastic, hunks going for hundreds of dollars. quality of items went down, as well as quality of stories. all the realism in the historical settings were wiped to have colorful smiles and happy colors. yes, some happiness is nice, but im still mad about kits redesign, wheres her flour sack dress! that was not made out of a flour sack!

problem two: girls of the year. they are running out of ideas! a second gymnast, really? im tired of the endless roulette of white girls! none of these girls stand out! they all have the same hobbies, and appeal to the same declining demographic of rich white girls. understandable, since the prices have ballooned so much people who arent rich arent buying them these days. each goty seems no different from the last. the current goty is both a gymnast and a horse girl. that is a desperate bid to tackle demographics. theyve done those a million times, the gymnast was mckenna back in 2012? and horses twice with nikki and sage. a horse does sell well, i always wanted a horse, but they really need to do something else. i honestly havent been paying much attention to recent gotys, but corinne and kavi were fantastic! the asian american representartion was great! but now the year after them, we are back to a white gymnast horse girl. im not privy to their sales, but i wish there were more diverse characters. but since the audience is mostly white rich moms who got mad at one of the characters having lesbian aunts, im not surprised they keep making them. i just want there to be more diversity!

id write more but my phone lags really really badly when using tumblr for too long. i have so many thoughts i didnt even get to truly me dolls but i dont have much to say about them honestly theyre fine

i was very obsessed with ag as a child, id spend hours looking through the catalogues at the pretty merchandise. i also followed their other endeavors like the self help and craft books. i was a fan in elementary school, 2010-2016 so that influences my opinions bc idgaf abt anything outside of that time frame

my fave dolls: kit (i have her! shes in just a coat since all my clothes are put away), julie, addy, rebecca (her collections the prettiest), nellie (shes the prettiest. also gwen but theyre identical with pretty hair), cecile and marie-grace, kanani, chrissa, mia, and LANIE. im so mad i was too young for lanie shes always been my favorite. faves are also heavily influenced by their books, lanies books are really comforting to me. i wanted to be her so bad as a kid! okay im sleepy i worked myself up lol. thank you for asking i love talking about it

#ask

[safyresky]

Hello, it me!

I'm dropping in to DEMAND CONTENT!!

Put the Content In the bag!!

I've come here requesting Diteline stuff! Specifically bed sharing/sleep habits. Domestic ass married Diteline stuff!

I've had such ideas pin balling around in my head for my own terrible gays (that I hope to post about at some point) and then I remembered that you have your own far less terrible gays!

Just tiny little bed sharing things and sleep habits have been on my MIND. Was hoping you could fuel the fire here 😈

Funny you should mention content lmao, I've been feeling the last little while that I have been VERY quiet and have had the need to POST CONTENT, BUT HAVE HAD NO CONTENT!! I WILL HAPPILY FUEL THIS FIRE BC I DO HAVE SOME THOUGHTS ON THIS SUBJECT IN PARTICULAR!!

Not a lot, BUT SOME

Mkay. So. Diteline sleep habits!!

Idk if gods NEED sleep?? It's either way in most mythologies, if it's specified (and if you're Hypnos god OF sleep lol). I think Dite can sleep but also can do without?? I'm on the fence about that tbh! Part of me thinks maybe she's like dnd elves and just needs a brief rest for four hours to function. Again, on the fence! SO. THAT BEING SAID. HERE'S SOME THOUGHTS ABOUT DITELINE SLEEPS:

Dite either sleeps on her belly or on her sides! Otherwise her wings get agitated if they don't have space to furl

I think they idle animate if/when she sleeps, lol. They'll occasionally swish or twitch, like a horse tail or cat ear or smth

Jacqueline is a side sleeper and she curls UP. When she's sleeping with Dite she is ALWAYS the little spoon and like, BURROWS into her side if she's facing her

Jacqueline also sleeps with many blankets; she makes herself colder on purpose to sleep cozier with more blankets 🤣🤣

Jacqueline is your friend who sleeps with the window open ALWAYS. She got that from me and I am not ashamed to admit it bc the BEST sleeps are when it's FREEZING COLD but you're bundled in blankets and NOT overheating about it :3

Dite doesn't mind the chill much at all bc Jacquie's already frozen the bed (figuratively), and she can regulate temperature easily enough so she's chill with the blanket fort bed

And she runs warm ANYWAY. It's bc she's partially made of love. Keeps her WARM.

Especially since her preferred way to sleep with Jacqueline is facing her and hugging her nice and close

Which is v easy bc that sprite can make herself SUCH a tiny lil ball

Her wings also tend to hug Jacqueline too when they sleep!! No matter what, when they're cuddling or sleeping, Dite always has at least one arm and one wing draped over Jacqueline

Jacqueline has the blankets right up to her neck; Dite likes to stick her arms out

This causes problems SOMETIMES. Not always, tho! They make it work :)

Jacqueline is a sometimes snor-er and Dite thinks her snores are cute

She may be biased

Sometimes when she's deep asleep Dite glows a bit, and Jacqueline is like awed by it 🤣🤣

Dite doesn't snore, I don't think!

If Jacqueline is awake and Dite isn't, Jacquie tends to trace Dite's facial features (nose, bridge of said nose, eyebrows) until she peeks open a sleepy eye :3

Jacqueline is very annoying when she is bored and one of these occasions involves Dite being asleep while she's awake

This stops being a problem when they have kids as one of those three gremlins is always awake!

Dite is an early riser! Jacqueline likes to lounge in bed. We call it the "coze and doze". You're awake, and cozy, but still dozing in bed. This is one of her favourite things to do with Dite!

She gets very pouty if she gets pulled out of bed before cozing and dozing to her heart's content :)

They get a King sized bed bc all three kids like to cuddle puddle/jump on them and Dite's wings can be very persnickety, so it's the best for all parties involved lol

Here is a lil' snippet from what I HOPE to be this coming year's Valentine's Day post for you all! It's called "Bedtime Stories" and here's the opening, bc it has some v good Diteline bed related fluff >:)

The alarm didn’t even get a chance to chirp before a feathery wing unfurled, whacking it right off the side table and into the wall.

The one note it had started to belt was cut as the clock hit the wall and fell to the floor with a crack, just a little bit broken.

“Whoops,” Donnie said, sitting upright. Both wings unfurled, stretching out behind her. Biting back a grin, she waved her arm, the clock reassembling and popping right back up to the bedside table, the lampshade only jostling a little bit. Letting out an honest to god(dess) teehee, she flew off the bed and right into the ensuite, the blankets lifting up a good few inches.

They fluttered briefly, before a pale hand snatched them back down with a grumble.

“What are you doinggggggggg,” the pale hand pantomimed, the only body part peeking out from the blanket.

“Getting ready for work!” Donnie said excitedly, giggling as the hand puppet drooped, its thumb just askew enough to give the impression of a disgruntled Muppet’s face. “It’s the BEST day of the year, after all!”

Dressed in her Cupid’s best, Donnie flew back to the bed, grabbing the hand puppet and pulling the rest of her wife out from the blankets. She did a little meep as she was pulled out, her hair half thawed until Donnie wrapped her up in a big, tight, squishy, winged hug, kissing her right on the lips. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Jacqueline!”

The sprite flushed, the rest of the snow in her hair practically evaporating. Donnie giggled.

“And you’re up this early?”

“Of course! There’s love to spread!”

“Right here in this bed,” the sprite said. Throwing all her weight at the goddess, Jacqueline managed to pin her wife back down on the mattress, latching onto her like a koala and nuzzling into her neck.

Donnie laughed, flushed. “Jacqueline,” she chided gently.

The sprite grumbled, latching on to her tighter. “Blankets,” she said, and the sheet and comforter slid right back up the bed, tucking the pair in.

Donnie laughed. “Sweetheart. I’ve gotta work today!”

“Play hooky! I’m off all day and it’s so so cold outside. And it’s only gonna get colder, you know. I have it on good authority.”

“You’d really abuse your power to make it colder to try and stay here with me all day?”

“DUH,” Jacqueline said, pecking Donnie’s chin. “The bed’s gonna get cold the moment you leave and how else am I supposed to be warm and snuggly on this snowy ol’ Valentine’s?!” Jacqueline peeked up, making sure Donnie could see her huge pout.

Donnie laughed. “The sooner I go, the sooner I can come home and snuggle you all day,” she said, kissing her forehead. Her face dropped down, nose to nose with Jacqueline, foreheads touching as she gazed into her sleepy blue eyes. “And all night,” she said, low and breathy, making sure to blow air right towards Jacqueline’s neck.

She made a little choke sound and flushed darker. Her grip loosened; with a grin, Donnie took the opportunity to roll over, pinning Jacqueline down now.

The sprite blinked up, flustered. “Oh dear,” she said.

Donnie laughed, kissing her full on the lips one long-lasting time before gently breaking it off. “Think that will hold you over? Keep you nice and toasty?”

“So toasty,” she replied, recovered. Well, mostly. But Donnie knew her wife very well, and could tell she was about half an octave higher than she normally was. She laughed, sliding off of the bed and straightening her chiton, righting the laurel that had been passed down to her and rolling her shoulders.

“How do I look?”

“Stunning, jaw-dropping, gorgeous—ready to kick ass, even,” Jacqueline replied.

“Oh, stop it,” she said, playfully waving a hand.

“Never,” Jacqueline replied, her head hitting the pillow again. “Check on the kids on your way out? Bianca was still awake when I got in.”

“Still?!”

“One more chapter, she said. You know. Like a liar,” Jacqueline said, snuggling into the covers. “Oh, boo. It’s already cold.”

Donnie laughed, clipping her bracelet on her wrist. “It’ll warm up,” she said, leaving the room, keeping the door slightly ajar.

#ask box shenanigans #dani answers #alpharra #diteline #dani wips #i had to get ready for a lil party tonight so i deffs cut this short lol but plz enjoy the wip! #and also enjoy the diteline fluffs! #i am in the mood to give content so plz feel free to keep these kinds of asks coming lol #it's bday week for me so there WILL be a delay as i am CRAZY BUSY but I WILL REPLY #and im low key hoping stuff like this helps me get over the issues im having with the present chapter of cs #it's going very slow and steady but it feels repetitive and im kinda ho hum about it #ANY DRAFT IS GOOD BUT AHHHHHHHH #im stressin #anyway thanks for the ask! srry for the delay!!! we had an event at work prior to the lil party lmao #crystal springs #crystal springs FACTS