#but sleep? that's still something i gotta fuckin fight

[melusinealarice]

Somewhere in Panem with the victors the 74th year

Katniss climbing the tree

Gloss: Really Haymitch, this is the girl that got an 11 as a training score??

Cato falls

Haymitch: At least she got up the fuckin tree.

Cashmere: It’s fine someone else will get her.

None if the carriers climbing

Enobaria: You gotta be kidding me.

Johanna and Finnick join on the couch

Johanna: Even Finnick’s kids could climb a fucking tree,

Finnick hiding laughter

Brutus: At least our kids made it past the blood bath, can’t say the same for either of yours.

Johanna: I bet you wish they’d kept one of mine around right about now.

Gloss: its fine, she’s a sitting duck, they can just shoot her, its not like she can dodge it, or move.

Glimmer misses shot

Haymitch: Did that girl ever hit any target with her arrow? Because mine did.

Cashmere: We told her to grab a short distance weapon, she has no aim.

Enobaria: that’s embarrassing, for the careers. Cato will get her, he doesn’t miss.

Cato fires arrow and misses

Brutus: Oh my god, I can’t watch this, im getting second hand embarrassment.

Haymitch: Can none of your kids climb a tree???

Cashmere: I guess not.

Marvel throws spear and misses

Finnick: None of them can aim either, this is just sad

Peeta: lets wait her out, she has to come down at some point.

Haymitch laughing hysterically,

Some time later

Katniss starting to cut down tracker jackers

Gloss: Did all our kids seriously fall asleep,

Cashmere rubbing her temples: Yea, they did

Johanna: Who sleeps that heavily in the arena??? Shes making so much noise how are they not awake?

Enobaria: She’s gonna die from those jackers before that nest falls,

Nest falls and careers scatter

Brutus: I need another drink,

Glimmer dies

Johanna: HAH HOW DOES IT FEEL HAVING YOUR CAREER BE TAKEN OUT BY THE DISTRICT 12 GIRL!

Cashmere: no comment,

Some more time later

Katniss plots with rue to blow up food

Gloss: they aren’t gonna fall for that.

They fall for it

Haymitch: you were saying?

Enobaria: This year sucks

Katniss kills Marvel

Johanna (drunk) : HAH BOTH OF YOUR TRIBUTES TAKEN OUT BY THE 12 GIRL!

Gloss: Ok im leaving now.

Cashmere: yea i think im also gonna head out…

Johanna (drunk): LOOSERS HAHAHAHAHAH!!!!

Finnick: ok Jo, come on, that’s enough for you,

Takes her alcohol

Johanna: no fairrrr, you never take Haymitch’s alcohol

Haymitch: he knows not to mess with me

Finnick: Every time you get drunk, you end up in a fist fight, or breaking something, or both, Haymitch just passes out.

Johanna: OH WHAT YOU WANNA FIGHT LETS FIGHT!

Finnick picks Jo up and carries her to the elevator as she continues screaming and fighting

Haymitch to Brutus and Enobaria: Haha, your tributes arent as cool as mineeee,

Brutus: at least our girl doesn’t look like she wants to vomit getting close to her supposed lover.

Finnick returns

Enobaria: that was fast?

Finnick: I locked her in her bathroom,

Haymitch: Didn’t she just break down the door last time?

Finnick: I handcuffed one of her hands to the pipes and the other to the door.

Elevator doors open revealing Johanna, drenched in water, still handcuffed to a pipe, and the door.

Finnick: I give up. *sits down*

Brutus: what the fuck is wrong with you.

Both Finnick and Jo simultaneously: A lot.

#the hunger games #fanfic #hunger games #incorrect hunger games quotes #thg incorrect quotes #incorrect hg quotes #finnick odair #johanna mason #brutus #enobaria #haymitch abernathy #katniss #clove kentwell #cato hadley #74th hunger games #gloss #cashmere #marvel #glimmer #somewhere in panem

[skyewritesstuff]

paper rings (mike's version)

my masterlist.

entry 2 in my (taylor’s version) songfic series.

summary: despite the recurring hardships, you and mike make a vow to stay together through it all.

pairing: mike schmidt x reader

fandom: five nights at freddy's

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, yall. :')

notes: based on "paper rings" by taylor swift. has been beta read. yall, i swear i'm going to leave the josh hutcherson tag alone for a bit after this, i promise lmao. i also know i need to update my masterlist. i'm going to do this soon!

word count: 3k

At this point in your life, you did not need an alarm clock. 6:30 in the morning started at 6:20 when you’d hear the tell-tale honk of your boyfriend Mike’s car being locked. You technically didn’t have to be up until 7:00 to get Abby up and ready so that she’d be on the bus right at 7:45, but you always liked to greet him when he walked in since work had never been something he’d regard as an easy part of his life.

You’d known Mike since high school. You’d been chemistry lab partners, occasional study partners, and then prom dates. It was as cliche as a “will they/won’t they” situation could be until you two separated after graduation. You’d gone off to college and Mike had stayed local. You didn’t reconnect until you ended up back home working as a nurse in the local hospital and one of Mike’s various work (fight) related injuries landed him in the ER. After reconnecting there and exchanging numbers, you began casually seeing Mike whenever you could. Sometimes he’d flake due to job and schedule changes, not feeling up to it, or needing to meet Abby's needs. That was until the dates became more frequent and it wasn’t so casual anymore. You then moved into his small home with him and Abby, sticking by him despite his numerous job changes.

You got up, putting your discarded pair of Hello Kitty pajama shorts back on despite the black t-shirt of Mike’s falling to a point where they were almost covered. You then wandered into the living room, still a little sleepy, but glad to see Mike after spending all night sleeping on your own.

“Hey, you…” You said with a yawn, reaching to take his vest and keys from him to hang them up.

“What are you doing up?” he asked, sounding rather groggy himself.

“You ask me that every single day…” You laugh, leaning in to gently kiss his lips, “I just want to be there for you as soon as you get home, because I’ve been on graveyard before and it’s the longest, shittiest night you can have.”

He leaned in and kissed you again, his lips curving up into a slight smile, “Thanks, baby…as always.”

You take his hand and begin to walk with him back towards your shared bedroom, knowing you only have about twenty minutes or so to lay with him before you have to get back up for Abby. Mike strips down to his boxers and then crawls into bed with a heavy sigh and you follow suit, not even bothering to take off your pajama pants knowing what little time you had was going to pass by in what felt like an instant.

“Things still super weird down there?” You ask, referencing the pizzeria where Mike had taken his security position.

“As fuckin’ always…” He mumbled as he scooted into your side, hiding his face in the side of your neck.

“I wouldn’t get too comfy, babe…I’ve gotta get Abby up and situated in like ten minutes.” You warned, only to get a passive ‘Mhm’ in response. “I’m just warning you.” You rolled your eyes affectionately, wrapping one arm around him, lacing it into his hair, and running your fingers through his hair as you picked up one of the random books he had on the bedside table. This was a book with photos of nature and wildlife in the mountains of Wisconsin. As you flipped through the pages, you were trying your best to avoid falling back to sleep. As much as you wanted to lay there with Mike, you knew that if you fell back to sleep it’d mean that Abby would miss the bus. You’d either have to take her to school yourself, causing your morning to be shot or she’d miss school altogether, ruining any chance at having a day at home with just you and Mike on your day off.

Right at 7:00, you carefully slid out of bed, putting a pillow in your place. This didn’t seem to phase Mike, who was sound asleep when you walked out of the bedroom to head across the hall to wake up Abby.

Abby was already awake, sitting up in her bed. She was still in her pajamas with a sketchbook in her lap and a crayon in her hand. She was drawing a very abstract-looking yellow rabbit when she looked up at you.

“Do I have to go?”

“Yes…Please get up and get the outfit we picked out last night, okay?”

“Is that Mike’s shirt?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Gross”

With only short instances of protest over what shoes to wear, brushing her hair, and the lack of orange juice in the house, Abby was ready for school. She collected her backpack and gave you a tight hug before running out the door towards the yellow vehicle. Once you were certain she got on safely, you headed back to the bedroom, yawning as you crawled back into the warm bed. You settled under the covers and then moved over next to Mike, who was now turned with his back towards your side of the bed. You wrapped your arms around him and pressed your lips to the back of his neck gently.

He stirred slightly, moving to rest his hands against yours before lacing them together. “Welcome back…” he murmured, “Abby on the bus?”

You nodded, “Mhm…even ate two bowls of cereal this morning.”

“Good work, baby.” he chuckled before turning towards you, wrapping both arms around your waist to snuggle into you. “I try.” You replied with a soft laugh, kissing his forehead. It wasn’t much longer before Mike was sound asleep again and you were starting to drift yourself. The blankets were just too soft and warm. Factor in Mike’s body heat and you were a goner from the start. Sleep took you over sooner rather than later and you found yourself snuggled up into Mike as you finally got to go back to sleep.

Roughly three hours later, you were woken back up by the sound of the trash truck coming to collect the garbage from the cans placed by the curb. You groaned, wanting nothing more than your peace back as you slept next to your boyfriend, but instead, your eyes didn’t feel as heavy anymore.

You turned to Mike, letting out a sigh of relief when you noticed how soundly he was sleeping. It wasn’t a normal occurrence by any means. Normally, he’d sleep for an hour or two before being jolted awake by nightmares from his past and whenever you could be there, you’d try to hold him and coax him back into what you hoped would be a more relaxing sleep.

Today, he was lying in your arms with his head on your chest, breathing slow and steady and his expression was peaceful. You stayed next to him, attempting to fall back to sleep to no avail for around an hour before deciding to slip out of bed and head to the kitchen. You began to prepare breakfast, despite it being almost noon, turning on the small radio in the kitchen so that music would softly begin to pour out of the speaker without being loud enough to wake Mike.

You were focused on the food, trying to make sure nothing burnt, blissfully unaware of Mike leaning against the wall in the entrance to the kitchen. “You know, I’ve told you before you don’t have to do all of this for me.” He sounded both sleepy and amused, but his sudden presence still caused you to jump, emitting a small gasp as your hand came to rest on his chest.

“Michael, I swear to God…”

He fully laughed this time as he watched your reaction with a smirk, “Cute”

“Not cute, you scared the shit out of me. How many times do I have to tell you to stop sneaking up on me?”

“What can I say? Maybe those creepy ass animatronics at work are rubbing off on me because I swear I’ve seen them move without anyone pushing the button…” He spoke, wrapping his arms around your waist, leaning into you. He knew you were a bit of a scaredy cat. You’d made it known several times how you could handle all the real-life gore of a lifetime at work, but horror movies…let alone being in an abandoned building for five nights a week…were an absolute no-go for you.

A chill ran through you, partially due to what Mike said and partially due to the kisses he kept casually pressing against your neck, “That’s so weird. I hate that. I hate that. Maybe they just kind of settle…like how the house settles and makes weird noises.”

“Or they’re possessed..” You could feel him shrug from behind you and you rolled your eyes.

“Like that happens…who’s going to pull a Chucky and voodoo their souls into a giant animatronic bear?”

“The world’s full of freaky people.” he said, letting go of you to go sit down at the table. You promptly turned on your heel and leaned back against the counter, prepared to drop the sarcastic comeback that immediately popped into the forefront of your brain.

“Oh, I know that for sure. You should meet my boyfriend.”

“I’d love to. He sounds like a winner. He’s probably pretty hot too.”

“You’re a loser.” You laughed.

“Please, at least your first jab was original. Your mother calls me a loser like that’s my actual job title.” He was also laughing despite the awful reality of his statement.

You sighed, “And that’s not true and you know that. She and your aunt are just shitty people and when we get our shit situated to the point that we do not need them…then, no contact and we live stress-free.”

You turned back to the stove and started plating the food as Mike replied, “I genuinely don’t think stress-free is ever something in my future.” Your heart sank as it always did whenever Mike would make a statement like this. He’d made one mistake, as a child nonetheless, and it’d started a chain of events that consumed his entire life. He deserved better and a much brighter future than the present you two were currently situated in.

“You know I love you, right?” you said, turning, and putting some of the plates on the table.

He nodded, looking a bit confused by your question, “Yeah…”

“So, let it be known, that if it’s the last thing I do…We’re going to have the best life. You, me, and Abs and we’re going to be fine..” You sat the rest of the food out and then walked over to his chair, nudging it with your foot so he’d scoot back from the table, allowing room for you to sit on his lap.

“I mean…If this is where I think it’s going, I’ll be more than fine.”

You pursed your lips, taking a deep breath before putting both hands on each side of his face. His hands were on your thighs, trailing upwards very slowly as if you wouldn’t notice. “Mike…focus…what I’m saying is…I’m with you. I’m with you no matter what and even if things are shitty and could be better, you’ve still got me and you’ve still got Abby at the end of the day. I know you’re going to tell me no…but again, if we got married the benefits would be there for you and possibly Abby and…”

He shook his head, “I’m not marrying you for benefits. That’s just…shitty. That's beyond my levels of shitty. I want to marry you, but not like that. You talk about me deserving better all the time, but you deserve better than that. You take care of all of us and haven’t ditched me even after I beat the ever-loving shit out of some guy at the mall. You’re a saint. If I can’t properly propose with like..a ring, candles, Abby not harassing me about when I’m going to do it like she’s been doing for the past…I don’t know…six months…then, I’m going to put it on hold.”

You chuckled at his comment, “You think too highly of me, baby boy.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and raised an eyebrow, “Do I, though? You do all of this on the regular and I don’t even ask you, and in fact, I’ve told you to stop.”

You shrugged, still laughing softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “Just accept the love, Mike.”

You leaned in and kissed him gently. “You could do so much better, you know?” he stated. You kissed him again.

“How can I do that when I’ve already got the best?”

You spent the rest of the day with Mike, relaxing at home, watching TV, and napping off and on until Abby got home from school. Once her homework was done and everyone had dinner, Mike had gone to lay down for a bit to prepare for his nightly shift at Freddy’s and you were sitting at the table with Abby. Abby was drawing, per usual, and you were trying to finally put some of the pictures of Abby, you, Mike, and all three of you that you’d gotten developed placed into the frames you’d thrifted a few days prior.

“Why do we have to look at Mike any more than we have to?” she stated, eyeing a frame you’d just shut and were putting to the side containing a picture of the three of you on Abby’s last birthday.

You looked at her and then eyed the picture that she’d been drawing for the past hour. “That’s pretty bold coming from someone who puts him at the center of all of their artwork.” You laughed, causing her to immediately flip the paper over and act like nothing was there to begin with.

“You say that like you don’t pick on Mike too!” The younger girl rebutted. You shrugged in response. She had you there.

“You both just gang up on me. I’m outnumbered here. Two girls against me.”

You looked up and smiled, seeing Mike standing against the wall in a very similar stance as he’d appeared in the kitchen that morning.

“If you two have a baby and it’s a boy, we’ll all be even.”

“Abby!” You and Mike called her name in unison causing her to look up at the both of you as she flipped her drawing back around and grabbed a black crayon. No matter how long you and Mike spend informing Abby that she can’t just share whatever thought crosses her mind, all efforts seem to be futile. The comments should be expected at this point, but they still never ceased to shock not only you and Mike but her teachers and peers as well.

“What? I’m right.” she said, shaking her head before turning her attention back to the picture.

You let out a long sigh, sinking into your chair a little more as you went back to finishing the frames and Mike made coffee as part of his routine before work. He sat back at the table and took a sip, looking at what you were doing before looking at what Abby was doing. He sat his coffee mug on the table and took a piece of paper from Abby.

“Hey!”

“You’ve got like…twenty more pieces. You’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, but I could’ve had twenty-one!”

You rolled your eyes at the banter between the two siblings before putting the photo frames into a box so that you could start putting them out after Abby went to bed. You set the box aside and then turned your attention back to Abby and Mike. Abby was delicately coloring in the sky in her picture and Mike was ripping a small square out of the paper. You watched him carefully as he started folding the small square in a few different directions, his brows knit together in concentration.

You let your head come to rest on your hand as you watched Mike. He remained completely oblivious to your observations of him and kept working until the square of paper had been transformed into a small circular shape. He reached over and grabbed Abby’s red crayon, drawing something on top of it, and then put the crayon back before the girl even noticed its absence.

“What are you…”

Before you could finish your sentence, Mike had gotten out of his chair and dropped to one knee right in front of you, holding up a paper ring with a small misshapen heart drawn on top. Abby abruptly turned her attention to her brother’s action, the dark blue crayon in her hand falling to the floor as her jaw dropped slightly.

“Y/N L/N, I love you more than life itself…which doesn’t sound like it’s saying a lot coming from me, but I promise it is. You talk about giving me a good future, but I just want to do the same for you. You deserve so much more than I’ll ever be able to give you, but I promise I’ll love you for the rest of my life. Will you…one day…let me replace this with an actual engagement ring…and marry me?”

You couldn’t help the way your face heated up at his words, your hands coming to cover your face to try to hide your reaction.

“Are you serious? Is this real? Do you really want to marry her? Is this finally happening?” It all left Abby’s mouth in a string of what felt like run-on sentences.

“It’s not up to me anymore, Abs.” Mike said, nudging your leg with his free hand that wasn’t holding the ring.

You laughed, shaking your head as you removed both hands from your face and held your left hand out, earning a gasp out of Abby. “I’d marry you whether you replaced the ring or not. I just want you.”

Mike grinned and then slid the paper ring onto your finger, “Then, I’m yours.”

You grinned back before leaning in to kiss him, your left hand coming to rest on his cheek as he smiled into the kiss.

“Oh gross…no…let’s skip to the part where I get to pick out a pretty dress.”

“Abby!”

In paper rings, in picture frames, and all my dreams

Oh, you're the one I want

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x yn #mike schmidt x you #fnaf x reader #fnaf x you #fnaf x yn #josh hutcherson #fnaf movie #fanfiction #fanfic #taylor swift

[thebearer]

casual dom carmy when his gf is sick 😵‍💫😵‍💫 like you’re trying to go back to work, or trying to move around, or trying to do something, and he is just like no wtf go rest

"Baby, I got you some- what are you doing?" Carmen's shoulders fall in defeat, eyes locked on you. More specifically, you in the living room- working.

"Hold on." You mutter, nose still stuffy and voice still hoarse. "I gotta finish this, one sec."

"No," Carmen shakes his head firmly. "You're supposed to be resting." You ignore him, dragging the image into place.

Carmen huffs, stomping towards you, large hand shutting the laptop. "Hey! Carmen, I-"

"-Are you supposed to be up?" Carmen's glare is as stern as his tone, brow lifting in challenge. "Huh? You supposed to be up?"

"I'm not up." You mutter, trying to push the screen back up, Carmen's hand still blocking you. "I'm sitting, and I need to do my work, Carmen." You whine. It was worse with the rasp in your tone, made you sound sicker than you were- well, that you would want to admit.

"You're supposed to be resting." Carmen glared at you. "Sleeping. Not working, and you know that."

"I feel fine." You mutter, rolling your eyes.

"Yeah, for now." Carmen scoffed. "And then you'll be exhausted and feel like shit later because you didn't rest. Too busy working."

"I have to work, Carmen." You croak, throat still sore.

"You have to rest." Carmen countered. "C'mon, your work knows you have the fuckin' flu. You're never gonna get to go back if you don't rest and get better."

You pouted, lower lip jutted, usually a look that had Carmen caving, giving into you easily- not today. His arms crossed, brow raised in challenge at you.

"Fine." You mutter, letting go of the laptop. "But I can't stay in the bed anymore, Carm. I'm staying in here."

"That's fine." He muttered, reaching into the bag. "I got you Pedialyte, so drink that, ok? Stay hydrated."

You reach for the drink, Carmen already fixing the blankets around you, moving pillows so you could lay. "You want some soup? Anything to eat? Stomach feel ok?"

"Not right now." You shake your head, fighting back a yawn. "Can you just... hand me the remote and sit with me, please?" You ask, eyes rounding sweetly. "I'm bored. I don't want to sit alone anymore."

Carmen grinned, sinking on the sofa next to you, your head finding his shoulder easily. "I gotcha. What d'you wanna watch, baby?"

#thebearer #thebearerblurbs #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto #the bear #carmen berzatto fluff #carmy berzatto fluff #carmen 'carmy' berzatto #carmen berzatto ​x fem!reader #carmen berzatto x female!reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto blurb

[the-californicationist]

I don't know if your like closed on the requests so sorry if it's closed I don't know!!

Anyways my birthday is tmrw (the 9th of February-im turning 21!!) And I want to know if you can make me like a birthday smut story on like soap ghost and price (maybe Konig if you want!) Different POVs on what they would get me- please!!! -🐼

Not closed! Just fighting the world's worst writer's block T_T

But! I'd love to celebrate your birthday! Here's what I think the boys would get you (NSFW/MDNI18+):

Ghost is definitely getting you food. He's taking you to all your favorites spots for breakfast, lunch, AND dinner. He stops for snacks, gets you practically stuffed to the gills so you're nice and sleepy from being so full.

"Wanna lay down for a bit of a rest, sweet girl? Had a long day, didn't ya?"

You nod, curling up with him on his big sofa. He covers you up with a blanket and you drift off to sleep. Only... when you wake up later, you feel... hands...

"Si... ?" You call out to him, opening your eyes slowly.

When you look up, he's staring right at you. You've been stripped down to your bra and panties, and he's using his fingers to lightly play at the elastic edge of your lace bottoms, tickling you ever so gently.

"Are you still full, baby? 'Cause I'm ready to feed you something else."

Price is more traditional. He gets you a nice card, two dozen roses, and a pretty necklace. A choker. You don't notice at first, but it's not just a choker after all; it's a collar. The little gold bell tinkles as he loops it around your neck, and he fastens it just tight enough to let you feel it, but not too much.

Later, when you're on your knees, thanking him for his gift, he uses it to pull you down just a little further, inch by inch, training you how to swallow his cock deeper into your mouth.

The collar tightens then, pushed from the inside as his girth stretches down your tongue and into your throat.

"Poor little pet," he purrs darkly down at you, "Did you forget about your birthday spankings? You're getting better at your training, so I'll take care of that arse for you, don't you worry."

Soap buys you skydiving lessons. It's your first time, but he's a certified instructor. So, he gets to be strapped behind you. As you board the plane, he fastens you to him, claiming he needs to go ahead and get you into position - just in case.

You are sitting on his lap, positioned between his knees, feeling his cock as it grows along your lower back, hardening to an impossible length.

He unzips your flight suit just enough to play with your soft nipples, pinching them to make you squirm against him, using your writhing body to rub his cock.

"Tha's it, hen," he teases you, "Gotta work out all that nervous energy, hm?"

He can't get to your soaking core through the one-piece suit, but he palms your pussy on the outside, pressing the fabric into your clit, rubbing you until you're practically humping his dick through your clothes.

"Fuck, lass. You're gonna make me come if you cannae sit still. Be a good girl for me until we jump."

The jump is exhilarating, and you actually feel like you're gliding back down to earth. You had no idea the parachute would be so quiet and relaxing compared to the loud plane.

Now that you're safely floating, he unzips your flight suit a little further and frees your breasts, letting them out into the open air. He told you that you couldn't take your hands off of the parachute straps, so all you can do is surrender to his desires.

As he plays with your hardening nipples, licking his fingers to make them slippery wet, you can feel him humping his cock against your ass, getting himself off on you. He's pressing his hand so hard between your legs, he's practically fingering your panties into you, dragging your body backwards with each thrust to pleasure himself.

"Fuckin' hell, lass. Such a good girl for me. Tha's it, hold those straps tight. I'm so close. So bloody close."

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Hope this was what you wanted for your birthday!! <3 <3

#call of duty fanfic #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod #captain john price #john price #captain price #captain price x you #john soap mactavish #soap x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley #soap smut #simon riley x you #birthday party

[bigdumbbambieyes]

happy birthday to our favourite Billy boy 🤍🎂

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California, March 29th, 1989.

Early in the morning, just before seven, Max wakes up to bake her brother a special cake for his birthday.

She’s temporarily staying with him and Steve in their cozy little one-bedroom apartment until Lucas can make the drive over to the coast, where they’ll find a place of their own - ideally near her brother and Steve.

It’s nice. Peaceful. She and Billy get along and Steve is Steve, dorky and bitchy and doting. She makes the three of them coffee while the box cake bakes in the oven and she mixes red food dye into the icing.

Smirking down at the cake once she’s done, she carefully takes it over to the bedroom and kicks the door open, yelling, “HAPPY BIRTHDAAAAY!” and watching in sadistic glee as the two men startle awake and groan once they realize it’s just her.

“Fuckin’ shitbird—” Billy grunts with a sleepy expression as he pulls the blanket over himself while Steve half-heartedly glares at her as she sits down on the edge of the bed.

“Morning, sleeping beauties,” she grins, setting the cake in her lap to poke at her brother, “Billy—look.”

He huffs from under the blanket and pushes it down, sits up while rubbing his eyes so he can clearly see what’s perched in her lap.

Once his blue eyes are cleared of sleep and he’s staring down at the cake with a furrowed brow, he reads the red icing on it and snorts so loudly in amusement that it makes them both laugh.

“Let’s see,” Steve mumbles with a sleepy soft smile, leaning up onto his elbow to look at the cake she made, and then he’s laughing, too.

“You’re such a little shit,” Billy grins before he’s ruffling her hair, which she grimaces at but she knows she deserves it.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” she hums, giving him a softer smile, “Happy birthday, asshole.”

“Thanks, Maxine,” he smirks, because she glares at him for it but doesn’t say anything.

It’s his birthday, after all.

“Did you make coffee?” Steve asks as Billy curls around him and she watches the way her brother softens for him, the way Steve holds him close, pressing a kiss to Billy’s temple.

It’s grossly sweet, she supposes.

“Yeah, I did,” she hums before standing abruptly, “But you two gotta get outta bed and have some cake for breakfast with me, c’mon!” And she bounces out of the room with the cake, ready for a slice.

Left alone in the bedroom, Steve glances down at his boyfriend and leans down to mumble his own birthday greeting into Billy’s neck, “Happy birthday, baby,” while inhaling the scent of sleep there as Billy all but purrs like a content cat, happily eating up all of the kisses and affection before Max is yelling for them to hurry up.

Billy gets out of bed first with a grunt, calling, “You better have a new pack for me!” as he pulls his black robe on and shoves his feet into slippers, disappearing into the hallway as Steve pulls on a pair of sweatpants from their dresser.

“Way ahead of you!” Steve hears her say before the sound of the sliding door to the balcony is opened, the two of them disappearing out there together for a morning cigarette.

Steve shakes his head in amusement as he grabs the polaroid camera from Billy’s desk in the corner, running a hand through his hair as he walks into the kitchen to take another look at the cake. It’s so…them. So like Max and Billy, and it makes his heart want to burst out of his chest.

Because he knows how much work they’ve done to get to this point. If she’d done this a few years ago, Billy would’ve exploded and she would’ve thrown the cake at him. And they still fight because they’re siblings, but it’s better now. It’s less often and there’s more playful banter, more smiles, more understanding.

It’s something worth remembering.

Lifting the camera, Steve peeks through the little window and centres the cake before snapping a shot, carefully pulling out the picture once it prints. He smiles at it and lets it develop on the countertop as he searches for a pen, pulling one from Billy’s jacket when he finds it. In his messy handwriting, he makes note of the place, month, and year - so no one will forget. Especially Billy.

Because while not all of his birthdays have been filled with love and gentle spoiling, he deserves to remember the ones that are.

#harringrove #HarringroveWeek #billy hargrove #steve harrington #max mayfield #happy birthday stink 🥹🤍 #found it on pinterest as per usual and thought it was very Max #pls enjoy!! #bambiwrites

[peninkwrites]

How to Bury Your Brother:

A guide by Tommyinnit

crossposted to ao3

~

“You know, the guy known for writing the best instruction manuals on the fucking earth, eh?  The Tommyinnit!  Thought, well, might as well.  Something to do while I dig.  Bet I’m gonna be fucking genius at this shit too.  It’s not… it’s not written down, more like, an unofficial audiobook, ‘cause… cause I can’t write and dig at the same time, see?  Or it’s like a… an oral story that will be passed down for generations!  My wisdom will benefit siblings everywhere of all ages!  Ha.”  A long, heavy pause.  “So, uh.  How to bury your brother.  Well, first thing you gotta do, is, funny enough, dig him out.  He got buried in the rubble, see?  That’s not a fuckin’ universal, but it’s my deal here, so, fuck off.  Um.”

(It was a quiet thing.  For Tommy, things were rarely quiet, but earlier that day, at the start of it at least, he didn't want to make a sound.  As if afraid he was going to wake him.  On the morning of the 17th, early morning, dawn light only just cresting over the server, Tommy went to get him out.)

Tommy’s words are mumbled and accompanied by the scraping of a shovel on dirt.  “Ground is starting to freeze… it is November…”  A pause, he clears his throat.  “Anyway!  Getting ahead of m’self.  I’d get up early.  Early in the morning as you can stand and it helps if you didn’t really sleep the night before anyway, but hike on out there when the sun is just pokin’ its little head up over the trees and… and then you get him out.”

(Tommy was so desperate.  He’d reached the cliffside, realized he couldn’t see Wilbur, and started fighting the mountainside, railing against the rubble with a desperate panic he almost found shameful.  It was hard.  It would get harder.)

“So, you gotta dig him out.  You know he’s under there, but you got no idea what state he’s in, yeah?  And… and it could get ugly.  Uglier even than the fucked up city behind you, but you won’t know until you get in there, so.  Might have to gear yourself up for a bit, alright?  Have a… have a little cry out on the cliffside––not me, obviously.  I’m Tommyinnit, but you might have to––and then you get to digging.  A-And you might get stupid too, alright?  Again, not me, but you might get… might get stupid.  You might start clawin’ your hands all bloody, ‘cause you get it in your thick skull that he’s alive down there.  That he… that he might need you to save him again.”

(Tommy was almost struck by relief when he found him.  Wilbur’s body had not been crushed in the collapse, rather, sheltered.  By chance, an alcove made in the destruction.  Tommy unearthed him, and maybe he could have left him buried right here, right where Wilbur dug his own grave, but he couldn’t do that.  He promised he wouldn’t give up on him.)

Once more, the sharp clang of the shovel hitting dirt.  “Sorry, doing digging.  Distracted.  He’s not alive down there.  Trust me, he’s just not.  You… you saw it.  And you saw it on your comm later, so you know he’s gone, so don’t get yourself all worked up, it’ll be a fuckin’ let down when you see him like that–” Tommy gets choked up, forced to pause.  “ Fuck.  I’m not crying or nothing, I’m just distracted, a-and digging.  And fuck you anyway, nothing wrong with crying!  You gotta get your… your toxic masculinity checked or some shit!”

(Tommy knelt down beside him, and at first he couldn’t bring himself to touch him.  His breathing was shaky as he stared at the blood soaking his brother’s chest.  He buried it and instead fell silent while his gaze wandered up to Wilbur’s open eyes, and a vacant smile that looked so profoundly relieved.)

“Get yourself… get yourself ready, alright?  ‘Cause it’s gonna be fucked up.  He’s gonna be all bloody and his eyes–”  Tommy gets choked up again and cuts himself off.  He takes a shaky breath before making himself continue.  “They’re still gonna be open.  So, you close ‘em.  And… and you ignore the fact that the piece of shit is smiling.  You… you might just be imagining it.  ‘Cause why the fuck would he be smiling?!  No, seriously, what the fuck?  Why is he… why was he smiling?”   A trembling inhale.  “It’s gonna be hard to get him uncovered, and… and you might want to ask for help.  I didn’t, ‘cause I’m strong, you see?  Big man Tommyinnit didn’t need no help movin’ those rocks!  He just… he kept pushing even when it scared him, even when he thought he was gonna hurt ‘im but– I didn’t hurt him ‘cause he was dead.  It… it didn’t hurt him.”  A pause.  “It didn’t hurt him.”

(Tommy put one arm underneath Wilbur’s legs, and the other around his torso.  He'd thought he wouldn't be able to lift him, and it was an awful feeling when he stood and realized how light Wilbur had gotten.  Tommy knew he had lost weight in Pogtopia, but feeling it like that was worse.  He could feel Wilbur’s ribs.  He was stiff from rigor mortis, but Tommy was stiff too from the aches and pains of a battle.  Tommy stood so slowly, afraid of dropping him, and even as Wilbur is too thin in his arms, he was still heavy.  Tommy was slow and careful, even as he knew dropping Wilbur at that point wouldn’t have hurt him.)

“Right.  Right, then, you got ‘im uncovered, eyes closed and all that, next bit is getting him out of there.  Because you can’t bury him there.  You’re not gonna fucking leave him down there.  You’re not.”

(Tommy wasn't sure how he was going to get him out of there, but nonetheless, he slowly turned back the way he had come, and stepped out into the morning sun.  He could have waited and gotten help, he didn't want to.  It was hard.  It was so impossibly hard to step over the rubble and carry him, but he never let go.  He never fell, he just kept walking.  He couldn’t see his feet around Wilbur’s body, not that he tried to, he’d only looked straight ahead.  He’d instead felt his way over the rocks, he’d prayed not to fall and break his neck.  He’d known he wouldn’t be able to carry him far, but he’d made it at least out of the dark and the earth and up on top of the hill that remains intact above the ruins.  No one else was up yet.  Tommy had come early for a reason.)

“So, you’re gonna be careful, yeah?  He won’t weigh much, so you don’t got to worry about that.  Even though it’s probably gonna worry you, ‘cause why the fuck doesn’t he weigh nothing?!”  His rage is cut off by a shaky sigh.  He continues more steadily.  “He’s still a tall bitch, so it won’t be super easy, but you’re gonna make it.  Alright?  The both of you, you’re gonna drag him to the top of the hillside.  Somewhere… somewhere not too far, but somewhere pretty.”

(He made it to the top of the hill before he collapsed, Wilbur hitting the ground, Tommy falling with him, and freezing, stunned and horrified, as he dropped his brother’s body.  He couldn’t keep going anymore.  He just couldn’t.  Tommy didn't cry.  He doesn’t know why he didn’t cry, but he didn’t.  He had stared at Wilbur’s face.  For a moment, weary calm was replaced by sharp rage.  He shut Wilbur’s eyes.  He couldn’t stand the sight of them.)

“Somewhere pretty.”

(Tommy set him down so carefully, as delicately as he could.  He stood on aching knees and unsteady feet, and then he turned away from the body.  Then, he started to talk.)

“Right, once you put him down, all nice and gentle like, even though he won’t care anymore, then you can get on to the digging bit.  I know, feels funny to drag your brother out of the grave he made for one you made, but trust me, mine is loads better.  It’s… it’s gonna be loads better…”

Tommy has an iron shovel.  He started to dig.  It’s November.  The air is cold and the ground not quite frozen, but stiff and difficult to move; rigor mortis has set in for the year.  This is hard too.  Maybe even harder than carrying him.  Tommy digs.  He’s already tired.  He’s been tired for a long time.  Maybe he’ll rest, but not until this is finished.

He is careful and methodical.  He wants it to be perfect, so it is.  He is so unlike himself as he digs out a rectangle, over six feet in length, over three feet in width with such precision.  Then he starts to dig down.

“You’ll mark it out, see?  Make it like, a bit taller than him and a bit wider.  As for me, that makes it over six feet long and three feet wide.  Dunno about your brother.  Measure him, or whatever the fuck.”

His knuckles ache, his palms blister, and his chest feels very tight, but he doesn’t stop.  It’s a labor of love.  He steps down into the grave once it gets too hard to bend down and keeps going.  Once, he pauses.  He’s damp with sweat, the sun has finally broken through, and soon people will come to search the crater.

“It’s gonna… it’s gonna start to hurt.  Holy fuck is it hurtin’ right now, your hands are gonna hurt like a bitch and you’re gonna get all sore–– Which!  To be fair, is because you fought a war yesterday!  Or… Or I did.  Dunno about you.  I did.  We… we won–”  Once more, words broken by a buried sob.  “Did you know that?  We won the war, Wil!  We… oh fuck…”

Tommy cannot stop.  He keeps digging.  That is why it hurts so badly.  When he finally cries, it’s because of how much his hands hurt, his whole body aches, rather than his reason for doing this in the first place.  It’s cool in the grave, sweat cold on his back, the sun not doing enough.  It’s a labor of love.

He doesn’t know what more he can do.  He has run out of ways to save his brother, because there is nothing left to be saved.

There is quiet for a time, save for the sound of digging, and the occasional breathless, whimpering sob.

“You… you gotta dig for a long time, see?  Make it real deep.  Deep enough you can’t see out of it.  That’s when… that’s when you’ll probably get bored enough to write– to talk out a book, yeah?  Write a different instruction manual, though.  I’ve got this one covered.  Even if… even if no one is gonna fuckin’ hear it, it sure beats talking to your dead brother…”

Tommy can no longer see up over the grave.  So he stops.  He claws his way out and finds Wilbur exactly as he left him.  He didn’t expect anything different, but still, the sight of him comes as a disappointment.  He looks no less dead in the sun, skin a sickly white, eyes finally closed, there is no way for Tommy to ignore the blood soaking his chest.  Tommy stands slowly.  He stares, as if expecting Wilbur to move.  To sit up, to say something terrible or something kind, but of course he doesn’t move.  He’s dead.

Tommy wants to shout at his brother.  He wants to scold him for abandoning them, to ask him why? 

“Don’t… don’t bother talking to ‘im, alright?  However much you want to, there’s no point.  He’s… he can’t fucking hear you.  Not like he… not like he ever listened anyway…”

Tommy puts his weary body through one last torment.  He slowly picks up the body, struggling under the weight of it, and despite knowing Wilbur isn’t here, he still tries to be gentle.  He turns to the beautifully dug grave, and he stops.  His whole body hurts.  He doesn’t know how much longer he can bear the weight of it.  Tommy falls to his knees.  He still holds on.  He sits back and holds his dead brother close, hugging him tightly, even as he no longer settles right in Tommy’s arms.

“I don’t… I don’t want to let go… I don’t want to let him go… I don’t– oh, fuck, Wil, I don’t know how to do this!  Please!  Please, I don’t know how to fucking do this!”

There is no reply.

Holding him feels wrong.  He’s so stiff and he smells like gunpowder and dying and cigarettes, but not even 24 hours ago this had been his big brother.  This had been everything he had tried to save, just like that crater over the hillside.

Tommy needs to bury him.  He doesn’t want to wait for him to rot.

“I don’t… I don’t wanna bury him, though…”

Silence.  Perhaps for too long, but finally, Tommy speaks again.

“Right.  Okay, you… next thing you gotta do, is you gotta get up.  You don’t… you don’t fucking drop him in the grave, you put him down next to the grave.  And… and you hop down in it for him, got it?”

As always, he goes through the doorway first, as always, he beckons his brother through, impatient like only a little brother can be.  He pulls Wilbur into the grave with him, and places him gently on the ground.  Maybe he should have brought a blanket.  Or even a flag to cover him.  It’s too late for that now.  What’s done is done, and Tommy doesn’t think he can go back at this point.  If he walks away now, he won’t be able to return to finish the job.

“You… you put him down, real careful like.  A-And you put something with him.  If you can.  You give him a blanket or a flag or– or something important.”  Another heavy pause.  “If you… if you can…”

Tommy climbs out of the grave.  Wilbur does not follow.

“Oh, now we’re getting to the big stuff, lads!  That was just the… just the prep work.  Now we get to the actual burying bit!  Straight forward, really.  You do what you did with your shovel before, just in reverse.”  Tommy takes up his shovel again.  “A-And we don’t look down, got it?  We… we don’t look.”

He does not look down as he buries him.  He just keeps going until the earth is gone, and when he turns to look, it’s like he’s still expecting to see him.  He still thinks he should see his brother there, but there is only the earth.

“He’s buried.  You did it.  Well done,” he says weakly.  “But… but you’re not done yet,” he sniffs and wipes his eyes.  “Dunno about your brother, but my big brother doesn’t deserve an unmarked grave.”  Tommy gets out a large flat stone.  “Dunno what he deserves, but it’s not that…” He mumbles.

Tommy drags a large, flat stone over the freshly turned earth.  He hunches over it, a mess of mud and sweat and day old blood, and he scratches out his name.  That is as far as he gets.  Wilbur Soot.

“Put something nice on it.  Something special along with their name.”

Tommy doesn’t know what else to say.  Nothing would be fair, nor good enough, nor bad enough, for everything his brother is.  Was.

“That’s… that’s all it takes.  You bury him.  Only thing left to do is…” Tommy stares down at his grave.  He cannot say it.  Only thing left to do is leave.

Nonetheless, he does not stay.  He stands, leaning on his shovel, so weighted with exhaustion.  But he still goes back down the hill, to where Tubbo so many others have started to piece the world back together again.  He leaves Wilbur behind and joins them.

#my writing #dsmp #the chronology in this is weird ok imagine it like a movie cutting to the past until you catch up to the present #it's a little different roll with it for me <3 #takes place on the morning of the 17th. after. you know. #c!tommy #tommyinnit #c!crimeboys

[thebattleofstarcourt]

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

“give it up for eddie munson, a free man at last!” robin yelled, holding her glass up in the air as everyone cheered.

“i was in jail for two days.” eddie said, sipping his beer.

“it was the worst two days of my life.” you pouted, putting your head on his shoulder.

“yeah cause fighting interdimensional monsters is so fun.” steve said, rolling his eyes.

“don’t be such an anti-cupid, steve.” nancy teased.

“yeah,” robin said. “young love is beautiful.”

“hear that, baby?” eddie asked you, pecking you on the cheek. “we’re in love.”

“‘course we are.” you said. “i wasn’t gonna call up my asshole cousin to get harrington out of jail.” 

“woah, woah.” steve protested. “what is it? hate on steve day?” 

“no, that’s february 4th.” robin said.

“that’s your birthday, robin.”

“i’m assuming you won’t get me anything, so i took matters into my own hands.”

“you’re so — ”

the two began arguing as an annoyed nancy got up to escape to the bathroom, leaving you and your boyfriend virtually alone.

“thank you.” eddie said. “i don’t think i would’ve been here if it wasn't for you.”

“don’t thank me, eds.” you said. “i was lying before, i would’ve done it for anyone. including steve.”

“i’m not talking about the lawyer,” he said, turning around to face you completely. “i mean, that was really fuckin’ helpful, and i immensely thank you for that, but i’m just talking about in general. believing me ‘n shit.”

“i’ll always believe you.”

“yeah, you say that, and i’m really flattered, but i’m just saying it would’ve been really easy to not believe me. But you still did, and you got everyone else on board… if you didn’t then i probably would’ve been face down in a ditch, bludgeoned to death by the basketball team or something.”

“i’ll always believe you, eddie.” you repeated, cupping his face in your hands. “even when it’s crazy, or unbelievable, or if everyone else in the world doesn’t – i’ll always be right here.” 

he smiled, his cheeks squishing in your hands. “i think you’re way too good for me.”

“so i’ve heard.” you laughed. “i missed you so much.”

“can’t go two days without me, baby?”

“after all this shit,” you said, “i can’t go two minutes without you.”

“‘m not opposed to that.” he said, releasing his face from your hands and resting his head in your neck. “you can’t get mad at me for blastin’ my music at 2 am when you’re tryna sleep, though.”

you grimaced. “maybe i’ll just sleep at my parent’s house.”

he whined dramatically, the vibrations on your skin giving you goosebumps. “fine, but you’ve gotta listen to somewhere in time with me, ‘kay?”

“i guess they say love’s all about sacrifice...”

“that reminds me.” he said, looking back up in your eyes. “i love you too.”

“was waitin’ for that.” you smiled, pressing your lips against his. what started as a teethy, chaste kiss turned deeper when he slid his tongue in your mouth.

“woah, gross!” robin yelled, pulling the two of you out of your moment.

“thought you were pro-love today, what happened?” you asked.

“that was before i saw eddie’s tongue enter your mouth.” she said, fake gagging. “now i’m disturbed.” 

“that’s a funny way of sayin’ you’ve never been frenched before.” eddie said, laughing at his own joke.

“gross.” robin mumbled. “dudes are gross.” nancy laughed and threw her arms around her, patting her shoulder in reassurance.

“mmhmm,” you said, the cheap beer you were drinking finally hitting your head at you leaned into eddie for another kiss. “let’s show ‘em how it’s done, munson.”

he smiled and kissed you again, dramatically ramming his tongue into your mouth over and over until he could hear steve and robin’s cries for them to stop.

#wc:623 #robin is an aquarius she told me herself #the teens (sans jonathan bc i didn't know where to put him in i'm sry bby) hanging out >>> #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson drabble #stranger things 4 #stranger things #eddie the freak munson #stranger things season four #stranger things s4 #stranger things 4 fix it #fix it fic #joe quinn #joseph quinn #joseph quinn drabble #joseph quinn fanfiction #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n

[himbo-in-limbo]

Kure Rain x s/o Rant! (New season spoilers)

[tw gore n bloody stuff mentioned]

In hype of the new season (that I literally just finished binge watching a couple days ago)

It got me thinking of my mans

That crazy bastard that I love sm Kure Raian

(I'm so fuckin mad about what was supposed to be his big fight when the coup happened)

Anyways anytime I read a fic of Raian x reader it's always the same-ish thing of the reader not fully loving the sheer brutality that Raian is

I can't be the only one that gets excited seeing him covered in blood! Like dawg if I saw him all nice n bloody like that with a sexy smile comin at me all nonchalant

Like "Hey baby~ did you like the bloodbath?" I'm jumping on him and making out right then n there..

I wanna be covered in the same blood ya feel me? (That's TMI probably..)

It's probably bc I'm a fan of gore or something but like you gotta understand that killing is not only his job ITS HIS PASSION

And him being an asshole is also part of it, sure you can try n convince him to not FULLY kill someone but honestly I'd say you have a 1% chance of succeeding...

It'd have to be a solid good reason tho

Not just cuz your his partner...

Even so! Odds are the person he's messing with is a stranger to you 😭 (if your not into him killing random ppl then maybe not be in a relationship with him)

He has few morals...which align with his assassin fams code but he's just a morally grey character

That's what's so hot about him honestly

You can't ever really predict who he'll spare and for what reason...

But you get to see his fine ass just deal with grown ass men like nothing is a treat all in it's own

Hell we don't even know how he'd act in a relationship bc he hardly ever shows interest in anyone like that! He likes scarring people to hell tho

So I'd wager if you "end up with him" expect it to be a big ol situationship...

It's best to not put labels on it bc if you pressure him with that he looks like the type to leave...

And even if you are sick of it! Just tell him up front that he can either make it official or you'll leave!

That might make him realize that he has something genuine with you OR y'all just break it off and you can find yourself a better partner

Bc lets face it 😭 he's....not the best

His familys great tho I bet they'd be all over you

Especially if you're cool with reproducing an heir 💀

If not hey their just shocked he was able to find ANYONE that would "date" him

Like really? Him? Okay...

Raian doesn't strike me as the type to care much if you leave him, tho if you did have a profound impact on him

I think he'd stalk you for a bit...you'd never know he's there btw

He'd totally stalk the hell outta your new partner tho...and if their no good he'll kill em with much thought..

He dose care in his own way :D it's just bat shit crazy

I feel like If Raian did have a canonical partner they'd have to be a bit cooky themselves ya know? 😭

N yeah he might not say much but he dose better expressing his feelings through acts of service or just in general sleeping with you

Bc again we haven't seen him interact with anyone like that or show interest at all!

So odds are him sleeping with people is a rare thing! (Demisexual ass...)

But yeah back to him fighting n stuff I feel like he'd be super happy if his partner was also excited about seeing a real blood bath of a fight

Like yeah probably not the best influence on him like that but asdhsjsnskk

Honestly I wouldn't be able to help it

He's like when ppl are in love with the horror icons

You love ppl like ghost face n Jason! There def not gonna stop doing what they do! N their hella crazy!

That's the vibes Raian gives me...

The only thing that's different is, I feel like the more years you spend with him he WILL calm down by like 10% and he may not go off on ppl randomly like when he was younger but he'd still do it on occasion...

#i ran outta fule to finish this sounding more coherent... #but yea i just want a fic where the reader loves raian being raian #just two crazy blood lust lovers #they never outright encourage it but raian knows his partner loves seeing him dominate weaklings... #kure raian #limbo rants #limbo writes #kengan ashura #tw gore #tw blood mentioned

[doorrobloxstuff]

Modifier..head..canons..?? But it starts as a ramble.

Feel free to use these notes in your own aus because this shit vexes me.

No, I’m not going to make modify a (currently living) entity. DONT DO THIS TO YOURSELF. I KNOW YOU WELL ENOUGH TO KNOW YOU’D DO THIS. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

I can’t really find any way to implement modifiers into canon. Maybe it’s an entity like revive?? Maybe Revive gives blessings but the more magic it uses

I’d be funny if there’s blackouts sometimes or the electricity short circuits because of over usage of power and all the lightbulbs just collectively explode

- or Gobby gets greedy and takes everything, but I’m pretty sure TGL AND Jeff would be pretty mad if he took all the currency that can be used to aid someone’s survival. So all the stuff to do with that is NC.

More explanations for stuff:

“Gone fishing” and “Soundproofing” is absolutely not canon. TGL has committed literal crimes to save humans. LITERALLY KILLED ENTITIES TO SAVE THEM.

All the electrical stuff is canon and can be explained as power overusage from too many electrical devices being used at once.

Wet floor is canon. Entities and intruders alike slipping on their ass from wet floor wax is both funny and realistic considering the entities have to do upkeep. They probably have “wet floor” sticky notes on the wall to keep people from tripping and falling though-

Bad ventilation is canon, though the fog is heavier and it’s steam from whenever someone takes a REALLY long shower.

Rush *beating in the door*: “GODDAMN IT JACK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE FOR SO FUCKIN LONG! ITS A FUCKIN SAUNA IN HERE!”

Jack: “I AM WAXING MY LEGS DU SCHLAMPE!”

“Key key key” can be explained by Rueben getting extra locks that week- but.. I don’t know it sounds like a pain in the ass to open every. single. door. manually. To the point it’d probably even annoy the most paranoid of entities.

Like, everyone can just get smaller version a skeleton key. (No, not the ones ingame..) but that’d still be pretty annoying so- non-canon??

Few places to hide/nowhere to hide? Mmm..maybe in the future but I don’t think hide would like it if there was less dressers. But then again, destroying superfluous dressers could help the hotel save energy by reabsorbing inactive mass so maybe destroying them and allowing them to re-absorb would be beneficial if things got REALLY bad.

‘Jammin is NC. Don’t see the point of it unless Jeff somehow got his hands on the hotel intercom and started blasting music to confuse entities.

That’d probably start a confused fight between everyone though as everyone rushes to the intercom to have that stuff turned off.

Tripped, Tripped and fell, Last few breaths, last breath, can be explained as intruders with chronic illnesses or injuries they got prior to entering the hotel.

“Injuries” is just being realistic so no changes there.

Didn’t skip leg day, faster faster faster, Maximum overdrive can also be canon. It’s all fun and games until a crackhead breaks in and starts sprinting.

My legs are killing me, my knees are killing me can be explained off as older people.

Good time: *Shrugs.* The entities are busy.

Bad time: *Shrugs* The entities aren’t as busy.

Really bad time: They think you saw one of their children, which makes them collectively lose their minds.

Worse time ever: They know you saw or injured one of their children. They will collectively lose their shit.

Rush hour: Ambush has migraines so big daddy’s gotta catch the intruder.

I’m runnin’ here: Rush has something to prove or food is low.

I’m tip-toein here: same explanation as above..or the kids are trying to sleep when you broke in. ^

Battle of wits/Wrong number: Dupe’s getting older and its hunting more refined.

I’m everywhere: Screech is getting older and MUCH more confident about its hunting abilities.

Think fast/faster: same as above but to a lesser degree^

Bug spray: Timothy isn’t in the mood to hunt.

Itchy: Timothy is very hungry.

Nosey/Always watching: Eyes has something to prove or food is low.

Four eyes/Seeing double: Oooo! For all the writers out there you can use this one to say eyes has a twin or something. But my explanation is that it can split itself temporarily. Albeit this expends a lot of energy so it’ll take a lot.

Get back here: Figure is in a foul mood/triggered.

You can really run: Seek is in a much more foul mood.

Back for seconds: Ambush is feeling much more up to hunting then usual..

Again & again & again & again: You took something that’s Ambush’s/its starving or it has a personal vendetta.

Rent’s due: Hide has more anxious then usual.

Round about: Halt’s got something to prove/its standing in for someone/it just wants to kill something.

Watch your step: Snare escaped the greenhouse.

Are those pancakes!?!?!: Self explanatory OR Snare is being taught to hunt (and one of its parents are nearby.)

I love pancakes!! Self explanatory.

Stop right there: A-90’s come to visit.

Room for more: Rushlet family reunion. (Aka the rooms gang has come to visit) Curious will also visit as well, though not as frequently.

“Super hard mode” isn’t canon. No. Go away.

Uh oh/how unfortunate/chaos chaos: Circumstances get more fucked up.

#author.txt #roblox doors #doors roblox #main au #headcanons

[evilminji]

Okay they've haunted me enough. I've gotta share um or I'll go insane.

✨️HUMAN SUMMONS.✨️

Because Homosapiens(prob spelled wrong) are animals too! And you CAN NOT tell me.. CAN NOT, I SAY! That the MONKEY'S have a Contract but there would be not consequent HUMAN Summon!

Now, this does not mean they are still ALIVE. But I'll get back to this in a second.

First? What ARE the Summons?? What purpose do the SERVE? I theorize they serve as Minor Gods. No real or great power, Cosmicly, but meant to regulate and allow the circulation of Chakra through... well, EVERYTHING.

It was a great and all encompassing delegation. Sheep focus of the Chakra of sheep. Oak trees focus of the Chakra of Oak trees. And Humans focus on the Chakra of Humans. Who, at the time, could not ACCESS it, but lived off it none the less.

A closed and arguably balanced system.

Then? Hey? What's that in the sk- OH FUCK PARASITE TREE!

A HUMAN eating parasite tree from fuckin space starting EATING the planet. Everyone's freaking out. Summons are pulling back. Trying to FIGHT back. Dying.

The Human summons? We return to what happened to them. The fuckin TREE happened. They get sick. Get consumed. Try to rally their children against the abomination. Their Chakra, the Chakra of HUMANITY, gets tied up in the tree.

The Sage happens.

Trust them with "their own lives".

He's left holding Humanity's very life force with no where to put it. The people literally MADE to watch it are... gone. There really is only one alternative.

Much like OTHER animals who no longer have gaurdians. New ones will form though, surely, The Sage must think. It's temporary. But a good chance for the world to grow. Like acorns sprouting after a terrible fire.

Except? Babies can't happen from Nobody Left and the Human Summons STAY extinct.

But!!! Is there truly NOTHING that can be done? I here you ask?

Weeeeeeell....

I mean...................

You COULD try and rob the Hokage?

Your dumbfounded silence is both expected and entirely justified. Yes. THAT Hokage. The Professor. Old as BALLS and surround by stab happy, mask wearing, psychopaths.

Now I hear you ask, questioning my sanity, "Why the fuck would I do that?"

Never SAID you would succeed! Now did I? Of course you won't! That's not the objective here! No, see, the Hokage has a Summons contract. Specifically, for the Monkey King. VERY handy that...

Useless to us though.

Close but incorrect. Made on the right paper with the right ink, it doesn't even contractually bind the summoned monkey to hear you out. They can just immediately leave. And that's on TOP of it summoning "A Sapien". Quite literally ANY saipan.

However! A LOT of people want it. Including many of his relatives. And you would not BELIEVE the number of people willing to go to truly suicidal lengths to get that scroll! Utter madness. And utterly useless, seeing as it's stored IN the Monkey's realm.

But! To keep people from tearing his public facing office apart looking for a scroll that doesn't exsist? From targeting his children, his GRANDchildren? Attacking his home? Well... He had Enma make a dummy Scroll.

At least... that was the THEORY.

No one would be DUMB enough to USE it though. And ANBU would never let anyone get far enough to TRY. Honestly, it was just as likely the scroll would simply explode. Improper fuinjutsu is no joke.

Buuuuuuuuut? If you WERE skilled enough? And say, everyone was distracted enough? By someone stealing a small child from the Hyuuga? Then for the glory of Kumo you could TOTALLY do it!

Get caught.

Then chased half way across the village.

Maybe panic. Remember you supposedly have a Powerful New Summons and sign your suspiciously blank scroll in blood. Be laughed at by the anbu chasing you.

Baffle the Anbu chasing you when you go to summon something and it works.

And there is-!?

Some Lady! In her sleep shirt. With a toothbrush still in her mouth because you literally JUST kidnapped her from her bathroom. (O. O ) mmmph?! She says. Stumbles back from the nearest Anbu, (who, to his credit DOES try to catch her) falls OFF the roof, hits a window ledge on the ways down... HARD... and~ *POOF* A Summons has been sent back?

Kumo dude books it.

That contract will be causing PROBLEMS.

For you see~ Reincarnation is a very much CONFIRNED fact in this reality! But where do Summons go, when they die? They surely can't be allowed to STAY! They held FAR too much power amongst their species. The risk they run of becoming corrupted by it is too great. The need the nice, balancing effect of being Just Some Dude.

So? You move they sideways! Pick um up, turn towards a neighbor, and swap minor-god souls. That way you won't be tempted to favor them or intervene. Gotta let them grow on their own. That's the POINT.

Exceeept? If someone were to make a Contract. That effectively called for THEM SPECIFICALLY. But... they are dead. Gone. Except of course they're not. That's their soul right over there! Who are you trying to fool? The list of Human Summons says that's one of the souls you can call upon. And since NO ONE HAS UPDATED IT?

Because everyone was dead?

Yoink!

Confused office worker! Sitting in the ruins of the Human Summons Realm and NOT their apartment. Wondering if this is divine punishment for their pre-teen weeb phase. Then some OTHER guy just... *POOF*s in. Then a third. A forth.

And they're all trapped. In what looks like the overgrown, half sunk ruins of a giant futuristic city. Except for the parts that aren't? As they look around its like every culture and age of humanity was smushed together and drowned. They have endless resources. Literally. Since the city keeps slowly shifting and changing around them, piles of junk endlessly refilling.

But... They're trapped. And just as they finally think they are getting a little settlement up and running? The PROTAGONIST *Poofs!* in and nearly lands in the cooking fire. Scares them all half to death. That?! That is a whole ass child! Small! Tiny small baby child! Why is he HERE!? Why is he hurt!? AaaaaAAAA-*everyone panics*

Naruto? Having a GRAND time. He has no idea where he is, but everyone here like him. Feeds him and listens to him. And wants to be his friends! That "poof a friend" jutsu was the BEST just he EVER copied! He's GLAD he stole it!

Back home? Konoha is losing its shit. Kakashi is 👌THIS close to snapping like a twig in a typhoon. The Uchiha are literally shaking people upside-down from roof tops demanding answers. The Nara are actually AWAKE. No ones happy and many things are on fire.

Ultimately, Naruto refuses to leave without signing a contract (good GOING Andrew! He's supposed to sign with the TOADS!) and no amount of begging or bargaining would work. They... they were threatened with tears, man. It was like looking at the saddest kicked puppy in the universe. So NOW?

Now Naruto is on the SACRED mission... of Find The Asshole With That Contract That Brought Us Here. Then Burn It. With the SUB mission of get them a meeting with the Monkey King so they can yell at him and/or kick him in the balls. Either or. Both work. In return?

All of human progress that they can scrounge up. Let's see if Zetsu can survive industrial plant killer. Fuck those guys who won't sell to you baby, save your money, here's a crate of FANCY Ramens. Have a solid gold brick. We literally have no use for it. We were using it as a shiny paperweight.

And so, with the power of "I Know A Guy" and "let me check the trash pile"! The day is.... made more interesting! Saved maybe!

And yes, these summons are free to as many good writing homes as want um! Just tell me so I can read.

#naruto #naruto summons #summons lore #naruto prompt #someone please adopt my Summons #they are harrasing me but i am in a different fandom right now #haunted by WIPs past #forgive meeeeee

[deatheatet]

So, everybody. Z-Dog x Walker One-shot won the poll so here it is

-Zhang's POV-

Z-Dog was standing with me when the rest of the squad was supposed to wake up. I know it botheres her that neither Mansk nor Walker were in our group,that she had to wait longer.Z had been chewing on the inside of her mouth for nearly twenty minutes. I made a mental note to tell the Colonel to get Z some gum,force if he had to. Z never realized she was doing it,so I nudged her with my elbow and she looked at me

"Hell was that for?"Z asked

"Your chewing your cheek"I told her. She hissed,still weird knowing we hiss like cats now, and cursed.

"Goddamn it! What the f-" She cut her swearing off with a pissed look. I remember her say something about it being subconscious I think. Well if she didn't get any gum at least Ja might be able to do something,or keep a bunch of extra packs on him like when we were human When it came time for the next group of our squad to wake up,Me, Z-Dog and Fike were there so no one pulled another Colonel,woke up and went to swinging when they see blue. Next group was Mansk,Warren,Walker,Ja and Prager.Z-dog went to Mansk first. I helped out Warren, people actually thought we were a couple as humans,but we're both straight as Lyle's sniper shots. Well,Warren was bi,so was I,we just preferred women. After Z-Dog heard Walker grumble a little and shoved the scientists away Snarling "Get that fuckin light outta her goddamn eyes"

-Walkers Pov-

My eyes fluttered open and i blinked away some blurriness,and saw an avatar.... She looked familiar till "Hey there Baby. glad to see ya woke up" My ears shot up in recognition, fuckin great,that means I'm Blue...and dead. It was... Was it really,Z... the answer was yes,once I saw the tattoos, always with the fuckin tattoos.

"Z?" I asked, Christ my voice was fucked up, sounds like I choked a little to much.

"Good mornin Sleeping Beauty" Z smiled,it all fell back in place so easy. Our normal teasing,our jokes and everything. "Still sexy,even in blue baby" Z said winking at me when I raised up,and realized that my fuckin ass was showing because of the Fucking gown those damn science pukes put me in. "Funny, asshole"I retorted grinning a little.

After a couple hours and the Colonel's briefing,he must have been good to make a joke dispite having woken up swinging at his squad. Everything pretty much was the same for all of us,We were just taller,bluer and had tails with fangs. Wasn't much fun goin to the gym when we got so fuckin exhausted after only a couple hours,used to be we could go for damn near a day. Didn't matter, Colonel was assigning bunk mates now anyway,no doubt everyone would end up with their favorite team mate. Meaning Fike and I will be bunking, hopefully.

-Z-Dogs POV -

"Alright,all ya shut yer traps" Colonel said,his way of announcing bunk pairings were coming.

"All right so unfortunately,(he grumbles mid sentence "They stupidly forgot there's fuckin 12 of us") We all gotta bunk with someone,but i ain't bunkin with nobody,so there'll be three of ya sharin a room." of course,but I know he just wants some real time to be alone,He had asked bout Paz and the kid not long after waking up..Paz was KIA and no one knows what happened to the kid, wether he stayed,was killed, sent back to earth... Nothing. I got real pissed when I heard they didn't try to watch on the kid,still am actually. Doesn't matter,(It does) Any-Ah shit.

-3rd person POV-

Z spit blood into a trashcan, Quaritch looked at her. 'Remind them damn science pukes to get her some gum' Quaritch thought to himself. Either way he announced "Lyle and Mansk are sharing"

-Walkers Pov-

Ah,Mansk and Lyle. Means Z and I are probably bunking,thank God. I love Fike,he's my best friend,but Z helps with a lot. The list went on after.

Mansk & Lyle

Zhang & Warren

Prager & Ja

Me & Z

Fike,Brown & Lopez,then the Colonel on his own. I'm glad Fike's with Brown and Lopez,yeah they fight a lot but their both close with him. And Brown is a good thing because when Sean has a freak out he usually needs someone to hold him,Brown is his first option. He likes him more than friends but won't admit it because Brown seems straight as an arrow. Hell poor Sean forgets over half of our asses are all bi. The only real straight ones are Colonel,Lyle,Mansk,and Lopez. Ja and Prager honestly give me mixed signals on which one they are.

-Z-Dogs POV-

Thank God. I love Mansk but I wanna talk to Walker about some stuff.

After some more working out it was Lights out. There were bunks in the room,not bunk beds thank God. Walker was in the shower when I got there so I just put on some sweats and took my shirt off. So now I was in my sports bra and my sweats, honestly more modest than how I slept as a human. I was checking out a holo pad when Walker finished her shower.

-Walkers POV-

I finished my shower and dried off. I put on some shorts and my sports bra, basically a sleep version of my regular outfit. Either way I'm to damn tired for anything so I head out and Z's on the bed messing with a holo pad, probably trying to find a movie to watch. "Hey Z" my voice sounds weird,it's just. God I don't know how to explain it.

"Hey" Z responded, looking up at me. God,we spent so many nights together as humans why is it so weird being alone now in these bodies.

-Z-Dogs POV-

Walker looked nervous, can't blame her. No predicting these new bodies but it was something else,I can tell. She's shifting around and she won't look at me,and the tail gives it away.

"Hey, Maria?"

-Walkers POV-

"Hey Maria?"

My head snaps over,Z never calls me Maria like I never call her Alicia, unless it was when we were Fucking,well then we only said each other's first names when we were making love. If we were Fucking...eh I don't wanna mention what we called each other.

"What's wrong,Sweet girl?" Z asked turning my face to her and gently holding her hand to my cheek once I sat down on the bed. I sighed "Sort of. I'm happy we're together but..." I felt blood rush to my face,the second I said this I wasn't living it down

#miles quaritch #paz socorro #miles socorro #lyle wainfleet #recom squad #walker #zindarsk #recom mansk #recom lopez #Recom Warren #recom zhang #recom fike #recom prager #Recom Ja #recom brown #Recombinant Squad

[infoglitch]

Breaker

(... I've watched too much fuckin tokusatsu so y'all bitches gonna deal with it)

Jaune felt his body ache as he stood before his teammates.. but they weren't truly his friends, they were 6ft because this damn war, and now Grimm took a twisted appearance of them.

Jaune panted heavily, his breath shallow as he readied crocea mors with his legs shaking, his body was barely holding on, it was pleading, begging, SCREAMING, for him just to stop but he couldn't, not while his friends needed him. He had to hold on, just a little bit longer.

Jaune then charged at the Grimm that took rens appearance as he swung forward at it with the monster blocking with its sword arms. Then it round house kicked him before the Grimm that Pyrrha's appearance stabbed him through the side with its spear arm as jaune screamed in pain before being met with the head of a hammer as Nora knocked him back with jaune being sent flying before skidding across the ground as he soon landed with a THUMP as he groaned in pain clutching his before removing one of his hands to see... His own blood covering his palm.

Jaune eyes went wide as he felt his body only ache more as he felt the trio encroaching on him.

This was it... After so long and being the only one left, this was how he was gonna die.. alone and as a failure.... But... Atleast Salem didn't have all the relics... The sword of destruction was still missing..

But as everything started to go cold... Crocea mors began to glow.

??: human...listen well. I am Barron-callibur... I have seen years of destruction and violence. I will not deny you death... But not like this.

Crocea Mors began to transform as the blade became longer, the hilt spiraled around itself, the handle became longer as for the shield? It turned to a... Belt buckle?

Jaune: what the-

Barron-callibur: just put on the buckle!

Jaune: ok, ok! Don't tell. Im putting it on, I'm putting it on.

He placed the buckle onto his belt as noticed two slots that were vacant before feeling something in his hand, it almost looked like a giant fist covering knuckle duster as the arc crest was emblazoned on it.

Jaune: hmm... I think I know where this is going.

He placed the strange item in the two slots as a satisfying click was heard as jaune then noticed a small bottle like item that had a Rabbit on it. Jaune grabbed it before placing the bottle in as we hear an announcement.

Baron Buckle: BOTTLE KIN! MORS BREAKER KNUCKLE!

Then everything went red for jaune before he found his arm changing is now covered his entire body as he saw tons of white rabbits running towards him before making impact with his armor as the enveloped it.

When jaune was back he found his armor was now pure white with trace amounts of red as he wore a more streamlined helmet as long rabbit ears emerged from it.

Barron buckle: MORS BREAKER! BREAK BREAK BREAK BREAK BREAK BREAK- BREAKER! YEAH!

Jaune couldn't understand why but he felt power surging through him as he felt rejuvenated. He prepared Barron-callibur as he was about to enter the fight of a life time.

(Fin)

(gotta cut it short because I am fucking tired but if y'all are batshit insane enough to add on to this I ain't complaining, I'm just tired because I barely got any sleep).

#rwby #jaune arc #rwby jaune #inspiration: kamen rider #ive watched too much toku-related stuff.

[writtenjewels]

Genie part 5

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Jason claimed he was tired and got up to grab the sleeping bag he kept in his luggage. He always brought one when he traveled just in case the hotel bed looked too nasty to sleep on. It was quiet in the room and he eventually looked over to see what Salim was doing. The genie was sitting on the floor with his hands cradled in his lap. The position made Jason think of his own hand, and how only moments ago it had been covered by Salim's.

He's a genie, Jason reminded himself for the thousandth time. You can't trust him. But the words were so much weaker than they'd been when Salim first emerged from the vase. He got to know Salim better since then and there were times during their evening together that Jason just thought of Salim as a man. A very handsome and funny man who embraced simple pleasures like coffee and baths.

When Salim touched Jason's hand, Jason had wanted to squeeze back. He ached even now to fill the space he just vacated and lean close to Salim. The feeling scared the hell out of him.

“You mind if I turn the light out?” Jason asked to break the silence. Salim shook his head, still staring at his hands. “I can hear you thinkin',” Jason prompted him.

“I... I've never felt this way before.” Salim lifted his head to look at Jason. “For centuries, I have granted people wishes. It's been my duty for as long as I can remember. But for the first time, I don't want to do it.”

“Lucky I won't make any wishes then,” Jason commented with a smile. “That's good, though. You finally got it in your head you don't gotta grant wishes all the time.” Salim returned the smile and Jason's heart fluttered. Stop that! Jason ordered. But that fight was a losing battle. “You likin' bein' out of the vase?” Jason went on. “What's been your favorite part so far?”

“This.” Salim's face went red and he lifted a hand, only to drop it again. “This is my favorite part.” Jason's heart started beating faster in his chest. He could almost feel the energy in the air between them.

“What's that mean?” When Salim didn't answer, Jason pursued: “Salim, you told me you've been all over the world. And you're tellin' me that sittin' here in this shitty hotel is your favorite part?”

“Yes, Jason. It is.” Jason ignored the tingling going through his body and crossed over to grab Salim by the shoulders and shake him gently.

“You seriously need to get out more.” Salim let out a quiet chuckle, his face softening to a fond expression. Jason was panicking; he wanted to shove what he was feeling into a ball and bury it deep. The part of himself warning not to trust Salim was silent.

They were so close Jason could see the genie's eyelashes and the exact way his lips curved. And then one of Jason's hands was sliding to the back of Salim's neck and he pressed their lips together. Salim let out a startled noise but immediately relaxed into the touch, his hands moving to cradle Jason's hips. Their lips shaped together and Jason shivered feeling his needy hunger answered so readily.

“Shit,” he cursed when he pulled back for breath.

“I've seen that in my dreams,” Salim told him. His hands moved around to Jason's back and Jason arched closer. It was like he opened up something inside him: now that he knew how it felt to be close to Salim, to touch and kiss him, Jason couldn't bring himself to create distance again.

“Salim, if the next thing you say is you dreamed of kissing me, I'm gonna fuckin' punch you.”

“No, you were never in my dreams, Jason,” Salim assured him with a laugh. “And my dreams are never things I experience; I only watch them happen.” His hands were now going up Jason's spine. “You are my favorite part of being awake, Jason.”

“You learn that sappy shit in your dreams?” Jason snorted. He couldn't help blushing at the words. Salim chuckled and touched Jason's cheek. Their faces drew closer and Jason melted at Salim's kiss.

“Want to see what else I learned?” Salim asked. The low huskiness in his voice made Jason shiver. His thoughts tried one last vain attempt to remind him that genies couldn't be trusted.

Maybe not. But I can trust Salim.

“Show me,” Jason requested, pressing close to Salim.

#jason kolchek #jason kolchek x salim othman #jason/salim #jason x salim #salim othman #jalim #house of ashes

[jinkicake]

Sigh,,,,, scaramouche is really bringing my “ in love w mean unhinged men” behavior out😭 like Jesus Christ he’s so,,, not to mention all the hot scaramouche cosplayers giving me butterflies 😒 like him being all “ like a whore, you're taking this dick so fuckin' good. like getting treated like my toy?” Is 🥴 I can feel the feminism and self respect leaving my body when I see art of him w a smirk. Like good lord something about short men w huge dicks is crazy!! Bc if he looks at me and tells me to shut the fuck up imma do it, depending on the day bc I still like to fight at heart. But he’s literally the peak of the most disrespectful sex ever and I’m so down for it😭 and it sucks that I just started arcane and all the trash ass men in that show have me trapped too😔😔 scaramouche is so annoying bc on some hand he could do all the work bc he wants to let off steam but on the other he likes to torture people; like if you don’t come to him he will let you sit in your embarrassment. Like rip if you want to confess your feelings bc he will act dumb as hell until you say it. “so desperate for it, aren’t you? if you want it, you better start taking it” like not having to ask for the dick properly 😒 but also a “ don’t ask anyone else I’ll do it” mf. Like if you’re only fwb with him bc he doesn’t want to commit first literally just stand next to any other person like he will buy a ring THAT DAY💀 texts you at 4:45 am for a booty call but he really just wants to be held but he can’t say that so he gotta fuck you instead to obtain cuddles😭 “i bet you think you’re real cute letting them put their hands all over you, wait until they see who you really belong too” like he’s SUCH A BRAT and if he’s not checked it will only get worse!! Like he literally has not a single card in all of teyvat I think it’s crazy bc he would send you to the Tsaritsa covered in bites And bruises with his cum running down your leg he doesn’t care!! LikeSGDHDJD at some point they gotta start feeling bad for you bc even dottore is like “ you can hide under my desk he won’t find you there”😭😭 childe gotta sneak you out of Snezhnaya but rip bc he will always find you in the end😔😔 might run away just so he can chase me tho🥰🥰

no literally you get it... he's unhinged, he's terrible!! everything i like in a m4n! i dont get why im not more obsessed with him.... i suppose i can only have kaeya in my heart </3

NO LISTEN, I GET IT. I REALLY DO GET IT. the cosplayers and fanarts are hot and all the fanon shit written about him is so hot but then i look at a picture of him and i see the literal puppet and it makes me laugh. i can't look at pictures of him or else i will LAUGH T T but i know how you like your men short sooooooooooo hehehe you're doing great charity work!!!! kekekek

honestly, i think you could take him and win. i know it! but, i know youd also purposely lose to scara smhhh!!!!

NOT ARCANE?! YOU TOO?! ugh is it worth watching? my friend told me to watch but then my other friend begged me not to watch it LMFOA

omgggg no im sorry i love possessive scara sm like this crazy bitch locks you away from everything and keeps you in the finest clothes and has you there only for his eyes.... could you imagine how insane that fucking puppet would go if he couldn't find you? like if the fatui were hiding you from him!? we saw how he acted w the sleeping loser like he k!lled literal agents sooooooo he would literally go feral. and honestly, i can get behind that. I love angsty and desperate scara who has lost the one thing he could never lose.... oh and the punishment that you would suffer once he finds you.... omgggg where are the yandere writers at? please, im begging you to take this! he would be completely evil like his heart would break from the betrayal and would never mend after- angst is too much fun!

no bc his punishments would be horrendous... -i had to share a few more thoughts- like overstimulation one night and then edging another night and then keeping you locked in your room for weeks with no contact until you're crying and begging in his arms when he finally reveals himself again... he'll make sure that you know he's the only thing left on this planet for you.... you'll have it fucked into your mind as he ties you down to each post of your bed and spends all night showing you how much he needs you

#sarahandoikawatalkshit #xiaos spicy almond tofu #sorta #yandere scara is the best scara #scara angst is good too #scaramouche

[cult-of-dollbabies]

Alright here's some thoughts on s2 ep5, spoiler warning

I had to rewatch/skim through it this morning bc the fight scene gave me such secondhand embarrassment that it literally fucked up my processing and the whole time I was like 😀 is this real.

Watching it again was fine but dear god the puppetry.. Anywho, the moments with Lexi and Nadine were my favorite by far, Nadine drawing a relation to assure Lexi she's safe to come to,, "you know how moms are, they do their best to make you happy, right?" And this is what made Lexi come out, she knows some things about neglectful mothers, and losing a parent, I think that in a way she wanted to be there for Nadine, too. They're there for each other despite hardly knowing one another, and yes Lexi seems to still have bully tendencies but I think Nadine will influence her development in being better, and especially her recovery. Nadine lightening the mood, helping her collect the pills and flush them was so tender and a huge step, if I'm being honest I shed a few tears, I love them sm (also Nadine autism real)

Love how hard it is to tell if Scout (or good chucky.. since thats rlly the name theyre settled on) is faking or not. Hes raised some red flags, he still has impeccable aim w/ blades, saying sum creepy shit in a suspiciously childlike manner, (i know this is the same as the last ep but this time it almost feels emphatic) Chucky is known for his manipulation and hiding in plain sight tactics, if it turns out it was all an act, can't say I'd be too surprised, "like I finally figured out what I'm for" was actually quite eery.

...that being said I am NOT immune to chucky manipulation this was fucking CUTE

Cant wait for Father Bryce to die, sister Catherine's the only one with sense clearly, that's all I have to say about that

I'm on Devon and lexis side but on the other hand I don't think Chucky could even pretend to be nice, let alone admit to finding god or something behind a closed door ( I fuckin lost it when he held the Bible up, ain't no way, and where'd he pull that from??) and also be willing to get baptized , personally i don't think hes faking but more like the brainwashing is wearing off.. like a ticking time bomb. I thought Jake baptizing him was strange at first but watching again it feels like he was only trying to help Scout feel better, like with a child, and we all know by now Jake is attached and using him to cope with losing his foster brother, (another scout-might-be-faking-and-manipulating-jake bit, the joker line) it's understandable, but dammit Jake please stop disregarding your boyfriends very real concerns! And Nadine definitely doesn't know what Chuckys capable of, yet, but I feel like she'll find out very soon.

the series feels more shocking than scary, and some of the humor between serious parts just feels too silly for me, I want to take it seriously but I can't

...now. About the end, boy oh boy, this is where I'm sour

Seen and had a couple ideas for who the hell Cornell was and its.. bald.. Russian chucky? Tf is that? I think they were trying to do a twist but it's .. so underwhelming. And as if he hasn't been through enough we come to find Andy's been.. getting tortured, for what we can assume to be a year, hes gotta be so broken, he doesn't know Kyle's alive, either. That is.. it's such a letdown, I'm so tired of seeing Andy be tormented, I'm not watching this to get sad, I prefer the theory that he was maiming those chuckys, at least that way he'd have some kind of payback and not another year worth of trauma. Im assuming Kyle, Glenda and Nica will try to find him and it cant happen soon enough. I actually lost sleep over this.. I'm serious, not in a fear or disturbed way either in a for the love of god just let him be happy for more than five seconds please kinda way :(

Hopefully it gets better, now I just want to see Andy be saved, not very ready to see the state he's in though..

#ill make other posts but writing this took me all. day. #chucky series #chucky spoilers #as always id love to hear you guys thoughts

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Son of Ours | platonic!Basterds x m!reader

Anonymous asked: Can I request the basterd platonic with a twenty something male reader and they are just like ''. Yeah he's doing a good job but we gonna watch over the kid anyway ''?

If you don't wanna that's okay!

Thanks

summary: the Basterds took one look at you, and immediately decided you were their son.

tws: swearing, smoking, mentions of violence, scalps/scalping

The Basterds always felt protective over you, as the youngest of the group, they all sort of took on a role as sort of father figures; you joined the Navy at the age of eighteen, bright eyed and ready to fight against fascism, to make the Nazis pay for their crimes. Two years later, you were drafted into the ranks of Aldo Raine; he took one look at you and immediately knew he had to do everything to protect you.

You would be sitting cross legged on a pile of jackets, scoffing down your rations as if you had not eaten in a week, when Hugo would put his hand on your shoulder and give you an extra few mouthfuls taken from his own share. He would offer a smile and nod before walking away. He always made sure you had a full stomach; he knew, from all the years he had spent in war, that young men always needed their stomachs full - in the trenches, it was often said that a good soldier was one with a full stomach. Besides, you were a growing lad, and he knew you needed as much food as you could get.

Wicki would sleep near you as often as he could, lying in wait for you to nudge him and to admit, so so quietly, that you were homesick, that you missed your family even though you knew and you were more than confident that you were doing the right thing; he would speak quietly, reassuring you that everything would be okay in the end. Wicki was always good at that, always good at making you feel safe even when you could hear mortars and bombings and gunfire surrounding all of you; whenever he could, he would distract you from such sounds, telling you to focus on a game of cards as he spoke so calmly.

Sometimes, Donny would let you take control of his bat, and would coach you as you cracked Nazis' skulls open with it; he always so proud, throwing his arm around your shoulders and damn near screaming about what a good job you did. He made it a point to let you know that he was proud of you, to let you know that he was happy with the job you did; Donny was always the first to cheer you on and to jump in when you needed a hand, he was always there for you - even if, from time to time, he would tell jokes that made you groan and roll your eyes. They were the same kind of jokes your father back home would tell, and you hated them. It was still nice to hear them, though.

Now, though, you were more than happy, a bloodied and sticky scalp in your hands as you ran over to Aldo with a beaming smile on your face.

"One fuckin' hundred!"

Aldo took the scalp from you, inspecting your handy work, and he slowly nodded as he pursed his lips. "Damn good work, (y/n). You're gettin' real good at that."

You nodded back, bouncing on your heels a little. "Y'think I can start helping you carve 'em as well?"

He shook his head. "Not quite yet, kid. Y'know you get to Carnegie Hall, don't ya?"

You raised a brow as you shook your head, your brows furrowed. "Where's that?"

Aldo raised his brows for a moment, swiping a hand down his face as he grumbled. "It's in New York."

"Never been," you admitted with a shrug.

"You get there by practicin'," he told you, playing his hand on your shoulder and sighing. "You're only... what? Twenty?"

You nodded. "Yeah. What's that gotta do with it, though? You know I'm good at taking those cunts down, Lieutenant."

"You're damn good," he admitted. "But y'ain't had enough practice yet. Get me... I dunno... fifty more scalps, and I'll let you start helpin' me and Donny carve 'em up, how's that?"

You groaned quietly, shaking your head as you sighed and stuffed your hands in your pockets. "Fine. Okay. Fifty scalps."

"Atta boy," he chuckled, patting your back as he nodded. "Now, g'on, I think Stiglitz gotta job for you... but, uh, y’know I'm proud of you, kid. Real proud."

You nodded, and trudged over to where Hugo was; when you sat down next to him, he passed you a knife and gestured for you to watch him. You kept just enough focus as you watched him sharpen the knife, tilting your head to the side and humming softly.

"Hugo... how old were you when you first went to war?"

"Same as you." He grumbled, not even looking at you.

You bounced your leg a little, putting your arms on your thighs and clasping your hands together. "Really?"

He nodded.

"Did anyone ever look out for you?" You asked quietly. "I mean, the older soldiers, did they ever treat you like one of their own?"

He shook his head.

You frowned. "Then why do you guys treat me like that?"

Hugo stopped sharpening his knife, and put it back in its holster as he took a deep breath, shrugging. "You're like a son to us."

You dared to smile. "Really?"

"Oh, ja," he flashed you a little smile. "Basterd son."

You chuckled, looking over at Wicki when he waved at you and gestured to see if you were alright, you nodded. "Well... thanks."

"Kein Problem," Hugo muttered. Nodding at Wicki when he walked over.

He sat beside you and gave you a cigarette. "You okay?"

You nodded. "Hugo was just saying that, uh, that I'm like a son to you guys."

Wicki nodded, and lit up his own cigarette as he hummed quietly. "He's not wrong. You are like a son to us... we wanna make sure you're okay."

"So what you're saying is, I have..." you took a count of the Basterds and laughed softly. "Ten Dads?"

"Ja."

"Plus one back home."

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