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gremlingottoosilly · 6 months

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The only thing you want to do is... [Price x fem!Reader]

Price broke his hand on the last mission. Fortunately for him, his caretaker is just as adorable as she is eager to help him in every way.

CW and tags: Legal age gap, power imbalance, daddy kink, pervert!Price, obsessive!Price, coercion into sex, handjob (m!receiving)

Word count: 3246

This work on AO3

You’re such a sunshine, it hurts.

John Price never considered himself to be a good man. He did what he had to do to protect his country, to ensure that big bad terrorists are kept at bay, and foreign militaries are ending up where they belong – somewhere in the ditch, with reports stating KIA an anonymous bullet drugged out of their skulls.

His job was just that – a job, something that had to be done because he knew that someone else, someone worse, would gladly take his place in case of retirement. The captain can be considered a fucking angel compared to some people he is working with – no one would ever dare call him evil when people like Graves still exist out there, hunting for innocents.

But you’re so fucking sweet to him, he simply can’t handle it.

When his arm got injured, and he was forced to get on leave for at least a month – he tried to argue for something less, but Lasswell silently pointed out that he hadn’t had a break in the past five years, and she would kick him out of his own Task Force if he’d continue to refuse – he got assigned a caretaker by Kate recommendation.

John was fully expecting some old lady, probably a retired officer or field medic. Maybe some burly man with too much time on his hands and the ability to give really nice massages under flights of bullets. Perhaps, worst case scenario, he would be assigned an actual; nurse that wouldn’t buy any of his shit – that amount of whiskey he drinks is prescribed by his therapist, smoking cigars in the apartment is a nice form of relaxation, and he actually doesn’t need help and can go in service back again less than in two weeks.

But, the Captain got wee ol’ you, all nice and warm, and adorable, and too fucking young to have anything to do with his apartment.

You’re nice, warm, fresh out of college, where you got some recommendations about rehabilitating veterans back into normal lives. Probably was writing a Thesis about something as dumb as “Healing PTSD through flower crowns and little touches”. You chirp your way into his heart and refuse to go out – just like Kate promised to him, you really didn’t allow him to do anything on his own.

God, it was infuriating – how much he wanted to simply grab your shoulders and kiss you. Or kick you out and find someone else to take care of him, someone boring, someone of appropriate age. Without dumb, bright eyes and cute smiles, without enthusiasm, that can only be seen in unpaid interns and college graduates who still believe that the world is fair and nice.

You cook his dinners and clean up his apartment – as small as it is, never having a family or any other reason to make it even slightly bigger – and you do this with such a wide smile on your face it actually makes Price question basically everything he knows about young ladies doing charity work. You must be paid triple because you fold his underwear in neat little cubes and refuse to accept his help. Always chirped something about his hand like he can’t kill a man with his teeth only.

— I can fold my own pants, love.

He presses his body against the doorframe of the small bathroom – looks at your ass so shamelessly bent over the washing machine. You’re folding his dried clothes, and he can only pray that you aren’t slowly resenting him for being such a disgusting old man. He knew he looked good for his age, 37 years in this world molded him into something that many young women would consider hot – even though his beard is unkept and his hair grew a bit longer since he couldn’t be arsed to do anything about it, and his dominant hand is broken.

— We don’t want to sprain your hand even more, right? — Everythin’ is alright with my bloody hand…

— Lady Lasswell said I shouldn’t listen to you like this, sir. Sorry.

— Little minx.

— Me or Lady Lasswell?

John looks at you, so eager and cheerful, and he just wants to…he can’t, of course, he stops himself before he even forms the thought because it’s dirty and you don’t deserve this, and your shy smile as you laugh softly and push the last of the laundry in the neat pile on the washing machine.

You look too eager to please, and he has an idea – the one he will never act upon. Maybe will entertain himself later, stroking himself in some abandoned base deep in the snowy tundra, trying to remember your warmth as if a sinner like him can even comprehend your light.

God, you got him so bad, he starts thinking about good ol’ Jesus again. You really are a side to behold, aren’t ya.

He looks at you again – you’re so easy to please. You cook for him, the smell of home cooking that he almost forgot, all the ingredients you invited yourself to buy when he left his card for you. You didn’t think it was weird, not a single mischievous bone in your body – if anything, he was casually prompting you to go and buy yourself something nice, something as compensation for all the trouble you endured for him.

Instead, you went out of your way to cook for him, to make him tea like he wanted it – without sugar, but with a small amount of milk poured into a cup that is probably the most expensive thing in this whole place except for his weapons.

The problem is – John Price doesn’t really like it when people are taking care of him. Not because he is shy or insecure, god forbid, but because he knows that if a pretty young thing like you is going to show him kindness, he will take a fucking mile and make you run from him as fast as you can. He has desires, he has needs, something that pretty good girls like you should know nothing about.

You’re so eager to please that you’ll probably jerk him off if he were to whine about his arm being broken and his inability to get himself off because of it. Which, in turn, gives him an…idea.

Price was never a good person – he isn’t the worst guy either. He sees your reactions, that adorable heat of your face when he brushes his knuckles over your cheek in an affectionate manner. How you are biting your lips every time you have to fold his underwear, when you cook for him, and he presses his body against yours, rocking his hips just gently enough to not make his arousal obvious. John knows you like him in more ways than just one – he doubts that such a lovegirl like you would ever agree to take care of a grumpy military man like him.

He wonders where your father is – probably out of the picture if his precious daughter is almost crying from a desire to please a guy like him. He wonders if you have a boyfriend or if you’re seeing someone else – if you’re a virgin or you already had a series of disappointing sessions with blokes that have no idea how to behave with an angel like you.

Pretty girl like you shouldn’t be taking care of a SAS captain – did your superiors forget to tell you just how girl-hungry men like him are? That he didn’t even bother to find a wife, and the loneliness of a single life will make him fucking explode if a girl as pretty as you were in the vicinity of that perverted old dog. You must be stupid – or so insanely naive, it’s not even funny.

He licks his lips, staring at you again. He is certainly isn’t a good guy – not the worst either, but it’s up for debate. He wants to hold you close and say all of those pretty good things he knows you want to hear. He also wants to push you as close to him as possible and just fuck that pretty girl until you’re begging for him to make you his wife. He’d always laugh at the thought of other military commanders and higher rank soldiers having sugar babies – especially the mercs and their fucking inability to keep a girl who isn’t tied to their paychecks. But now…he might just pay for your adorable pout and eagerness.

Might make a call to that one masked arsehole and ask how the hell he keeps his questionably young wife around without breaking her legs. Visibly, at least.

— Sir? Planet calls for Captain Price.

You giggle when you are waving your hand around him. Shit – looks like he zoned out for a hot minute, leaving you free to stare at his face, the fantom red spreading across his skin as if he is actually embarrassed to be caught like this. He isn’t, of course, he is stronger than some girl trying to get a rise out of him. He thinks he is stronger, at least.

You wave your hand in front of his face again, and the insects are kicking in – captain grabs your hand, not even caring that his supposed helplessness stems from the fact his dominant hand is still broken. He has no problems keeping you in place with just his left hand – and you almost look scared when you understand that you literally can’t move.

Your innocent smile turns into a pathetic whimper when he squeezes you even more. Bruises, no doubt, are starting to form already – well, it should be your fault. Good girls are usually smarter than teasing an old dog like him, even if you’re trying to play innocence. He knows what you are.

His future special girl that is. A wife, if he plays his cards right…and the captain was always good at poker.

— Shite, love. Sorry.

His smile mirrors yours – an innocent display like he didn’t almost break your wrist in his hold. He is still squeezing your hand, but not he slowly presses his lips against your knuckles – thin, dry lips gently caressing your skin in a gesture that you should never accept from a guy who kills people as a job. Who saves people, too – but a good guy with a gun is barely an upgrade from a bad one.

He kisses your fingers and finds heaven in the feeling of your soft skin against his lips. You are certainly embarrassed, and this is exactly what he wants – an old pervert trying to get in the pants of a cute girl who just wants to take care of him without any strings attached. He just has to make this whale thing complicated, isn’t he?

— It’s okay, sir. Just thought I lost you for a second.

— Not a chance.

Your smile looks a tad bit mischievous – that is, or he is simply hallucinating from painkillers he is forced to drink every morning because you refuse to let him feel pain even though he is used to it. You are acting like he is a soft doll made out of pink ribbons and soft plushes, not a seasoned soldier with his own thoughts and ideas about what he can do about your desire to please him. He might just use your eagerness – his cock has been pitching for too long without female attention, and he usually doesn’t indulge in shitty one-night stands in some sketchy pubs, but he can make an exception for now. For you.

You smile awkwardly, still trying to get your hand out of his grasp. Little minx, teasing him like he can’t just push you on this exact washing machine and fuck you like a slut you are. Poor girl, you probably don’t even know what kind of thoughts he has in his head – even though your eyes tell him something your lips cannot articulate.

John acts on his instincts, and they usually don’t deceive him.

— If you want to help so badly, I can think of another way.

— Is that so, sir? You’re going to get him in so much shit with Lasswell, he doesn’t even know how he is going to get out of it after fucking her best little protege. Would have to marry you – like it’s not his end goal, like he doesn’t want to make your care for him a tad bit more permanent. He has done so many good things for humanity, why can’t he be a bit selfish and get himself a little something to make this place feel more like home?

He thinks of a pretty thing like you, heavy with his kids, cooking something nice and hearty in his house – not this crappy apartment, of course, he’d buy you something in the countryside, away from terrorists and public squares, with good schools and greenery all around.

You lick your lips and tilt your head to the side. He is daydreaming again.

— If you want to make me relax so badly, love, there is something I need help with…

Beating around the bush like this isn’t in his character – but he knows that you’re a good girl, maybe way too good and proper. He can’t just shove his dick in your hand, it would be too unpolite.

He has to prepare you, it’s a slow sniper mission where he needs to approach you as gently and quietly as possible – he still holds your hand in his, a phantom of his lips tucked away on the softness of your skin.

Then he places his hand on his growing erection – as awkwardly as he can operate with only using his left arm as a helper.

Price might not be the master of espionage, but he also didn’t get his rank for not being able to do cover missions under pressuring circumstances and lie in the faces of people who trust him. Not be the best person, of course, but he gives you a choice. You have all the power now – even with his weapons safely stashed in his bedroom, he knows he won’t ever try to force you. He won’t have to.

— Help your captain, eh?

You’re embarrassed, shy, scared even – your hands are trembling, fingers tracing the outline of his cock with morbid curiosity he never thought he’d find this adorable. You don’t stop and don’t try to fight him – like a little animal, nervous and terrified somewhat, you’re slowly indulging yourself in something that you actually shouldn’t.

He lets go of your hand and allows you to continue on your own – like a good girl, you only nod and slowly duck your palm in his boxers. He’d say that the way he is rock-solid just from looking at your ass and pouting on your face is weak, but he can afford to be a bit pathetic after so many weeks without the ability to jerk off. With your watchful gaze, he just couldn’t find it in his heart – or the only remaining working hand – to do something to help with his raging crush on this adorable social worker who comes to help him.

John is many things – a war hero, war criminal, the captain, and the butcher of many who may deem his actions irredeemable. He made peace with not being the poster good guy and often dirtying his hands just to keep the world clean – and he knows that, in the end, he deserves a pretty young thing to jerk him off while he kisses your hairline and whispers sweet nothing with that beautiful accent of his.

— This is not very… appropriate, sir.

— Bullocks, love. You’re helpin’, that’s why you’re here.

You’re nervous when your hand, squeezing his shaft firmly, goes up and down on his cock. You’re trying to find the rhythm in his quiet grunts and little moans, not having too much experience with pleasuring men who you like this much. It’s fear of disappointing him that makes you go wild, that approving gaze of his every time you press your soft fingers against the head of his cock and squeeze a little.

He is throbbing in your palm, pre-cum leaking on the small of your fingers – naturally, you lick it as slowly as possible, not breaking the eye contact.

Price moans.

— Bloody hell, luv…so good for daddy.

The name makes your ears burn, the desire growing in your stomach – you fight the urge to drop on your knees and take him fully in your mouth. This isn’t what he wants, you think, so you just continue to squeeze him more, making sure he is satisfied with every little movement your hand makes. You lick your lips and continue, feeble attempts at containing the rhythm with shaky fingers.

— I just wanted to help you with your life, not…this.

He chuckles, unharmed hand presses on the small of your back to fix you in place. You lick your lips, understanding that he is not going to let you go this easily – you don’t want to behave like this, of course, it’s against the terms of your contract and your agreement to help him without feelings attached, but he moans so deeply for you, hips are buckling to fuck the firmness of your hand like he is ready to use your moist, prepared pussy.

God, what are you even thinking about?

You don’t know if you should be doing this, but the captain is not letting you go – and you can’t even do anything against his wishes, can you?

— We really shouldn’t be doing this.

— Quiet. I’ll help you out after my hand is healed, eh? — This isn’t what I’m talking about, sir.

— Now, let’s not use that here. I’m sir in the field, not here.

He is manipulating you as hard as he can – he can feel the tension in your eyes and the way you’re squeezing his cock, and he wants nothing more but to simply push you harder, make you fall apart in his hold like a precious porcelain vase. You’re sensitive and shy, just perfect for a bastard like him – his only regret is that the dumb cast on his right hand won’t really allow him to relax to have sex with you properly.

He will pay you back later – on your back, on your knees, on your tummy, moaning his name as he plunges his seed deep into you. It was about time he’d settle down with a pretty wife of his own – he can afford you, certainly.

— I can’t call you daddy, it’s embarrassing…

Your shy words are what send him over the edge. John Price was never a good guy to begin with, but your little pleas are enough to make him cum – and it’s certainly one of the biggest sins he has ever committed. Cute girl like you shouldn’t be so embarrassed about jerking him off, but here you are.

Your hands are covered in cum as he continues to release his seed, only sad because he wasn’t able to breed you properly – that’s the agenda for the time when he finally is freed from this dumb cast. Might just ask Lasswell for extended leave.

— You’ll just have to get used to this, love. Not letting you go after this.

You can only whimper when he kisses you – possessive and tender at the same time. A silent promise of making you his dumb little wife.

#cod #yandere price #price x reader #captain price #john price #captain john price #yandere cod #call of duty #cod imagine #cod fanfic

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the-magicians-blue · 2 years

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u know how micah did that virus thingy..where its a photo of him showing of his abs..what if the MC did it back to him FBDJFHJF

LMAO THAT POOR MAN I GOT YOU

Warning: a little suggestive since your sending thirst pics but that’s as far as it goes

11:29pm

It was a knee jerk reaction he promises. Did he want to hang up? No of course not. Did he want you to see him loose his shit completely? Absolutely not. He wasn’t gonna give you the satisfaction of having bested him. Though he has to admit…. Hanging up wasn’t really the best way to fight back.

The conversation had started off as it usually did, the usual banter and whatever topics you two could think of. Then you suddenly stopped the conversation to ask if you could give a gift. At first he assumed you were sending him food or a toy of some sort like he usually did for you, so he absentmindedly said yes. Suddenly a bunch a windows began popping up on his screen. Each of them had a photo of you sitting on your legs in one of the oversized shirts he left at your house. You had the shirt lifted up to reveal a pair of black undies that shaped your butt nicely. And of course you showed it off by turning so it was on full display. All you heard was the beginnings of a loud screech before the call suddenly ended.

Micah had quick gotten out of his chair, squealing as his brain was struggling to calm down from how hot you looked. His face was burning and he needed to cool down. He quickly went to his kitchen for a cold bottle of water. When he returned the photos were still there on his computer screen teasing him, or rather tormenting him. Damn you were hot it wasn’t fair. He started to remove the multiple windows on his screen after he saved the photos of course. That’s what he noticed your messages.

My Angel <3: you ok?

My Angel <3: Micah???

My Angel <3: don’t tell me that you short circuited that much cause of lil ole me~

Micah huffed and crosses his arms, for someone who couldn’t take their own medicine you sure were quick to tease him every chance you got.

Micah Yujin: don’t let your head get to big angel, my connection just failed thats all

My Angel <3: 🧢🧢🧢

My Angel <3: there no way you don’t have the best internet money can buy ain’t shit failed

My Angel <3: just admit it, I beat you

Micah Yujin: NEVER

Now that he was calm he called back, smiling as if nothing happened.

“See, the called dropped thats all, nice try though angel!” You raised a brow at him, still not believing him.

“Yeah sure. In that case you wouldn’t mind me sending more right?” You smirked at him as he gulped at your question.

“Y-yeah! I can totally handle any little trick you’ve got up your sleeve!” He triedhis best to look confident but the red on his cheeks and ears said otherwise. So you decided to send more. You had plenty since you wanted to take the perfect photo. He couldn’t see you cause his screen was covered in photos but you could see him. He was trying to keep his cool but the blush was quickly spreading to the rest of his face.

“OK OK FINE YOU WIN! Please, my poor little heart can’t take it… you’re too sexy! Any normal person would have passed out by now!” You couldn’t help but laugh at his response.

“At least you know you’re no where near normal.” He smirked at you, now back to his usual smug self.

“Of course. I wouldn’t have been able to make you fall hopelessly in love with me if I was some normal guy. Just who do you think you’re talking to angel?”

“A dumbass thats who.” You both busted into laughter. It was the small moments like this that had you hooked on each other. Even when you bickered or try to best each other there was always a hint of love behind it. Like Micah said, no one normal could make you feel the way he does.

#error143 #micah yujin #please play error143!#micah yujin fluff #micah yujin x reader #micah x reader

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h3llenwrites · 2 months

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Hi hi! Hope your having a nice day

How about our favorite radio host with a reader who owns a newspaper company in hell. They were a reporter when they were alive. They are investigating some of Vox's business and ends up running into Alastor?

Surprisingly I got enough motivation to write again so eat up

Alastor x Reader :

Platonic? Romantic? idk tbh. Just reader and Alastor working together to mess with Vox.

As someone who shares the latest news in hell, owning a newspaper company and all, you couldn't help but peep into the Vee's business. Something about them ultimately seemed unnerving, so naturally, every so often you would be prying at any information and bringing it back to your collection immediately. You often noticed Vox "convincing" his little crowd that gathers everytime he would step out of the comforts of his office, Running the other way when he starts to walk to your direction. Sometimes you would get caught writing your gathered info in the little journal you carry around with you, but you always put it away before Vox sees; Not like he could understand the handwriting anyway. (LISTEN HAVING TO WRITE DOWN A LOT OF INFO IN MERE SECONDS BEFORE HAVING TO BOOK IT FROM THE SOURCE IS GONNA GET YOU BAD HANDWRITING) When these occurences happen, you were lucky enough that he didn't think much of it, even though he noticed you a few steps behind the audience who were so glad to see him often.

You were collecting more information a few days after the last attempt where Big Ol' TV Man actually understood your handwriting and is now VERY wary of your presence. It didn't help that there were cameras everywhere either, you can barely avoid his watching gaze and it frustrated you that you hadn't been able to get anything from Vox or the other Vees since he probably warned them about your watching eye. Alastor was taking a stroll around hell heading to cannibal town, but ever so often pissing off Vox by destroying his cameras or glitching them and disconnecting the TVs that displayed on the stores. Luckily for you, the Radio Demon was headed your way and before Vox could check if you were peeping on him, Alastor had made his way in front of the camera and broke it. Vox cursed in his seat, choosing to get out either way so he can have a 'lovely talk' with the red deer. The commotion got more lively once Vox had stepped out. You smiled to yourself, getting your pen, paper, and camera ready. He did something quite unexpected today. Instead of standing there and giving off his usual speech, he quickly said some promotional shit and let off a light that would distract his crowd and he ran off, searching for the deer and cursing when Alastor was no where in sight. He was so distracted by getting revenge on his little enemy that he hadn't paid you any mind and dismissed the fact that he should've checked if you were present first. Naturally, you were overexcited. I mean you just got some worthy ass information about Vox, so naturally, you ran back to your work place as fast as you could. On the way there, you bumped into Alastor.. oh unfortunate soul. You were hurrying quite quickly, causing the both of you to fall on the dirty pavement below. You were processing what just happened, still a bit dizzy but you already picking up your items that you've dropped. You didn't think of the other person until you were done caring for yourself and suddenly you heard the sound of radio static. You gulped and hoped for the best, but of course, who else could it be? The moment you looked up, your eyes were met with Alastor's. Was he pissed? Please please.. "My apologies.. I uh-" You were quickly cut off by his cheery voice. "Nonsense, Darling! Say, Why are you in such a rush?" He noticed you earlier, seems you piqued his interest. "Um, Well I was just.. doing some research..?" He lifted his eyebrow, wide grin still present as always. "Hmm? Doing some research hiding behind a building?"

"Well I-" He picked up a paper you'd left, or rather used his abilities to make it appear in his hand. "Information on Vox Tech," He read the title on your paper aloud. "Oh! That's mine! haha.." You quickly grabbed it from his hands and stuffed it in your notebook. "It was.. lovely meeting you Mr. Uh.. Radio Demon..!" "Alastor." "Alastor! Right! ..I'd better get going." You quickly walked away, retreating to your place of comfort. He stared at you before continuing to make his way to Cannibal Town. A few days later, you still couldn't get Vox to come out, So you looked for something else to investigate on for a bit before returning. You were looking at some posters around hell when the 'Pointless Happy Hotel' or so was said, caught your attention. The Princess of Hell's beliefs for redemption was intriguing to you, so you grabbed a pen, a notebook and a camera, then headed to the hill where this hotel was located, having absolutely no idea the Radio Demon was there. After a few minutes of constantly avoiding violent sinners trying to behead anyone who passes by, Several explosions and Horny demons, You were at the front door. You cleaned yourself off and knocked. Charlie opened the door, a very bright smile on her face. "Hello! Welcomee~ To the Hazbin Hotel!~" She said in a sing-song voice. "Hi!-" You could barely speak before getting cut off by getting dragged into the lobby. "This is the lobby! That's the bar, the bartender over there is Husk. That's Niffty, she's our housekeeper! Oh! And that is.." The Princess ranted about the hotel, introducing you to the staff, patrons and giving you a tour. You kept trying to interrupt her, saying that you were only going to be staying for a few days maybe weeks for some research for your newspaper, You didn't get a chance to tell her until she reached Alastor's room to introduce you to him. "Actually, I'll only be staying for research to put on my newspaper.. Is that alright?" Charlie blinked before smiling again. "Oh! That's alright! Still glad for you to be staying here! Anyway, Let me introduce you to my.. Business partner I guess you could say?.." You tilted your head in confusion before she knocked and a shadow formed into the Radio Demon. You froze. "This is Alastor!" He turned his attention to you. "Ah, Yes. Pleasure to be meeting you, dear! Quite the pleasure. How is that research project on the Vees of yours going?" You nervously chuckled before answering him. "Quite alright, I suppose! Although.. I decided to investigate on something new since there had been no progress in the past week."

"I see! And what is this new project of yours about?"

"The hotel.."

"Hm! Well, I can certainly help with your research!"

"Research? Which one?"

"Why, both of course!"

"And why.. are you telling me this?" Alastor's grin grew wider. "Oh nothing, really. The topic of your little project just intrigued me is all!"

You accepted his help of course. The both of you work together to document the things you've gathered. He's honestly just helping out for fun. The relationship between the two of you grows (You can think of it as Platonic or Romantic, Idk I don't judge) and he sometimes has you with him, broadcasting the latest news, seated next to him while reading from your newspaper in his Radio Tower. He also often visits you while you're producing new info to feed the public. His favorite part of helping you gather info about the Vees is destroying Vox's cameras :)

A/N: This.. is sort of shorter than I intended it to be. I lost my ideas halfway through writing this because I thought of Alastor with a reader who has a bakery and he visits often or Alastor with wife reader who owns a bakery and she brings him baked goods. Should I write that?

#alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x you

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vriskaserketdaily · 4 months

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its so hard to write vriska as an adult because she is So chronically a teenage girl. like a good 30% of her actions can be explained away with "shes a teenage girl"

yeah being 13 is just like that idk what to tell you

this is gonna probably get into "your experiences are not universal" territory but (pic unrelated)

vriska is the kinda chick where, you weren't exactly friends with her, but you ran in the same circles of weird-but-not-too-weird kids. like, neither of you were popular but there were definitely two or three freaks lower on the social scale than her, and unlike you she was a huge bitch about it. anyway, you have a massive but not-unforseen falling out (she is a LOT) and end up going to separate high schools. years later you reconnect with a different friend from the same school, and as you're catching up with them her name comes up.

and your first thought is, "damn, she's still alive?"

let's say, for example, that this is kanaya and nepeta catching up. the trolls' friend group might not have been as freaky as my own, but there are FOR SURE two or three of 'em where looking back it's like "yeah, no way that kid isn't dead/in jail by now." and then, pleasant surprise, ten years later nobody's offed themselves BUT the guy you least expect (karkat) is now a father. go figure. anyway nepeta/kanaya gets curious and asks what the hell vriska is up to, since last she heard vriska was a pretty troubled kid and it'd be nice to get some closure on that front.

same old shit, somehow. except now the police can get involved, and basically her life is a huge mess. does she have a job? no. a degree? well, half a bachelor's maybe, but everyone else who hasn't made a trainwreck of their lives is either thinking about a master's or certified in some trade of choice. does she even have a car? . . . not as such. the perpetual mystery is how is she GETTING into all this insane and petty drama with the most QUESTIONABLE people like how is she GOING to these VENUES with no car??? WHERE is she meeting & dating this BIZARRE rotating cast of shitstain losers and rancid wannabe IG baddies?????

has she like, developed or grown in any capacity? well, now she's cool with tats and piercings and has a big ol anchor on her shoulder she got while dating a hot college chick as a high school freshman, but no, she is in no way a nicer or more mature person. anyway let's circle back to karkat being a teen dad WHAT??? how did THAT happen???

so to answer your question, i prefer to write adult!vriska as "that one chick in your old friend group who never actually grew up past middle school, to the detriment of herself and everyone in her immediate vicinity." the degree to which she completely wrecks her own/others' lives is up to you (i stop short of putting her in jail for vehicular manslaughter by simply not letting her have a car) and whether or not she Can develop into a stable, well-adjusted adult is Also up to you. personally i think she'd make an excellent fake psychic, but singer-songwriter, professional wrestler, vlogger/streamer, and independently wealthy layabout are all viable vriska "careers" (also, most miserable history major on earth, if you truly believe she would get a degree in l*beral arts). hope this helps!

#vriska serket #mod 8 #daily vriska serket #vriska #daily vriska #homestuck #vriska homestuck #homestuck vriska #source for all this: again: i rocked with the freaks in middle school. and a different crowd of freaks in high school.#reason: i Was the kid who was like max 2 or 3 rungs up from the bottom of the social scale all thru compulsory education.#'rocked with' i WAS a freak just. not to the degree that it greatly hampered my personal/professional development

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fantasticallyfruity4 · 2 years

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Just a thought but I feel like all of Eddie’s relationships (if any considering it’s Hawkins) are basically the song 18 by Anarbor

Like there could definitely be a song fic based on that song

No no no no not you suggesting this song this song gives me fucking PTSD to my ex.

This shit had happened to him a billion times.

Maybe a billion was an exaggeration, Eddie wasn’t going to flatter himself like that, he didn’t get laid a billion times, but this happened a good half a dozen times in the last year.

It happened often enough. The preppy rich kids who wanted a run. See, what Eddie’s friends failed to understand was that he didn’t get much play. Sure, they were members of a cult, but he was the leader, Satan himself. Garrett and Jeff had a regular amount of girlfriends over the years- maybe not the most popular girls in school but they were nice, and smart, and pretty. Eddie never knew that life, And no one was coming anywhere near him unless they wanted something.

And wanted something they always did.

It was always the same with those kids. Because that was always the type. Preppy rich kids with a pristine reputation, looking to have a rebellious phase. They all thought they were so unique but to Eddie they were laughably the same.

They always wanted the same 3 things.

Free weed

To shock the townies

To piss off their parents.

It was all about the shock value, the jarring of it all. Shit, how else did he end up with the preachers daughter bent over a church pew? They wanted to prove they were grown and their own person, they wanted to stick it to the man, they wanted to be edgy for a week. And then a week later they went back to the comfort of their old lives.

It always started the same exact way.

He’d meet them at a party where he was selling, comfortable in the corner of a couch in a smoke filled room. And they’d come up to him and flash their tits and teeth, try to get a discount. And he’d smile and laugh while he insured him there was nothing he could do.

So they’d storm off to their friends in a huff and make them do the deal, but by the end of the night they’d always be pressed to his arm practically purring for him to take them home.

They were all the same, the preppy popular rich kids who wanted out of their reputation.

They got off on it, enjoyed the novelty of him for a while. That’s all it was, a novelty experience. It was never long lasting, they snapped out of their rebellion fast enough. For a couple weeks they liked the novelty of hanging around a trailer that smelt like cigarettes and weed, fucking on a mattress on a floor, the long hair and tattoos, riding in the passenger seat when he did deals. It was a fantasy and a experiment for them.

But it wasn’t real. They never gave a shit about him. They never have a rats ass about getting to know him. They couldn’t care less that he was a fantasy nerd, that he loved his friends more than life itself, that the only goal and dream he’d ever had was to make his uncle proud, and prove that he wasn’t a fuck up like his dad like the whole town said he was.

But they never gave a fuck about any of that. He was just an accessory. He knew it, they did too. So he didn’t feel too bad about indulging in concert tickets, better booze, and new clothes at their expense. They used him, he used them. If he told himself it was a mutual exchange, it couldn’t really hurt him, could it?

So when Steve started hanging around the trailer, Eddie was sure he knew where it was going.

Steve was just like the rest of them. Former Prom king like his dad before him, handsome, charming, he was king Steve, he Lived in that big ole house. Steve liked pot and hated his dad. The perfect storm for using Eddie as a plot device in his life.

But… Steve was dangerous.

Steve brought him soup (home made) when he first got out of the hospital and his core was so weak he couldn’t keep solid food down. And Steve asked him about his day, his books, his new campaign, and he truly listened. Steve would casually offer that they could hang out at his place if Eddie ever wanted, ‘not that he didn’t like Eddie’s he loved Eddie’s place’. And Steve insisted he called him when he got home for the night. Every night. No matter how late. “He worried”.

And… Eddie didn’t like letting Steve pay for shit, not the way he was okay with it with the other assholes. He fought him for who got the check at the diner and who picked up the movie tickets.

And… Steve didn’t take his weed. Not for free. It was weird, honestly. He’d pull out a couple singles from his pocket even if it was just a joint they shared. Eddie would’ve ready to argue and steve would argue “this is literally how you pay the bills I’m not taking your free weed man”.

When Eddie wakes up one morning to see Wayne and Steve on the porch talking over coffee, (Steve had wanted to surprise him, he planned a whole day for them. He was just waiting for Eddie to get up) it becomes glaringly obvious that Steve isn’t like the others.

But Eddie thinks he knew that all along, no mater how scared he was to admit it.

#steddie

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himbo-in-limbo · 7 months

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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

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Fictober 2023 Day 17 - Prompt: "Okay, show me." Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

“Hey, Shadowheart.”

It took all of her effort, but Shadowheart pulled herself from her introspection to look up at Karlach. The tiefling gave her a hopeful little smile, and she sighed. “Sorry. I’m not going to be good company right now,” she said quietly.

“I don’t need you to be.” Karlach went in front of where she knelt, crouching down to sit back on her heels. “Can I show you something?”

Shadowheart glanced up, brow furrowing as she frowned. “What?”

“Well, you need to follow me for it.”

Shadowheart shut her eyes. “I’d really rather not,” she said. The weight of Shar’s disapproval was crushing, weighing down more than just her heart—her entire soul felt as though it were trapped under a rock. Needless to say, it hadn’t made her particularly sociable—Karlach’s boundless enthusiasm, she knew, would be grating if she went along with her.

“Hey.” Karlach’s voice was soft enough to coax Shadowheart to open her eyes again. Her face was sympathetic—not pitying, despite Shadowheart’s best efforts to interpret it that way—and she was quiet for a long moment, searching for the right words. “You don’t have to talk, if we go. You don’t even need to smile. Shit’s hard—I’ve…well, I’ve never been in quite your situation, I’ll admit. But I’ve dealt with more than my fair share of shitty situations, and I know that just…one nice thing can go a long way in helping you take that next step when you really just want to lay down and hope you never get up.” She gave a little smile. “And, honestly, I think you’ll be the only one to really appreciate it.”

Shadowheart looked over her for a moment. After a moment, she sighed. “Okay, show me.”

Karlach grinned, getting up to her feet. She waited for Shadowheart, then led the way out of camp. The didn’t go very far, just enough to get into the fields that surrounded them. Tulips grew among the wildflowers, tall and bright in the dying light of the sun. Shadowheart wanted to be offended by them, really, for daring to be so…happy in the face of her own misery, but she said nothing. She watched as Karlach seemed to be looking for…something.

“Ah! I knew they’d still be here,” she whispered, then gestured for Shadowheart to come join her. The cleric hesitated, but finally took a breath and braced herself. Looking at flowers really wasn’t…

Her eyes widened as she followed where Karlach pointed, right in one of the tulips. A little field mouse, tiny enough she could probably fit five in the palm of her hand, was fast asleep inside, like it was tucked up in a little red bedroll.

“See? I knew you’d like it,” Karlach whispered. “Isn’t he the cutest little thing? There’s a few others around, too—wouldn’t it be adorable if they were a little family?”

Shadowheart didn’t quite smile, but her lips tugged up ever so slightly. “It’s…it really is adorable,” she whispered. “Mice are actually my favorite animal.” She tugged her gaze away from the little mouse to look up at Karlach. “Thank you. This was…it was a nice thing.”

Karlach sent her a small smile in return. “Enough to help with that next step?”

Shadowheart’s eyes drifted back to the mouse. “It’s…helping. I don’t know how much.” She swallowed. “I’m sorry. I know you’re trying to help, but…”

“But, you’ll move forward in your own time. No one’s rushing you, and you’ve got tons of friends back there who are here to help.” The tiefling grinned. “And, if you want to move but can’t, ol’ Karlach’s more than willing to cart you wherever you want.”

Finally a smile—very small, very weak, but still there—flitted across Shadowheart’s mouth. “I…appreciate that. Very much.” She looked over the flowers, catching little noses poking out of a few of them. “You really don’t think the others would appreciate this?”

“Hells no.” Carefully, Karlach settled down on the ground, legs crossed. “Lae’zel would think it’s a waste of time unless we used them for target practice. Gale would probably have some…big lecture on mice in tulips—the druids probably would, too. Maybe Fal and Wyll would like it, but as a ‘oh yeah that’s cute’ thing. And Astarion? Pfft, just try imagining that one.” She grinned. “Maybe Withers would like it, but I still think you’re the only one who’d appreciate just how cute their widdle faces are like I do.”

Shadowheart smiled, this one slightly stronger, and she knelt down in the grass beside Karlach. “I do. Very much. Can we…stay out here for a little longer?”

“For as long as you’d like. And you don’t need to say a word unless you feel like it.”

Fictober 2023 Drabble Master Post

#fictober23 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #shadowheart #karlach #Look up mice in tulips if you haven't #You're gonna want to punch a wall #drabble

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I BUILT A CAT TREE

AAAAA

There's this tree on our yard that my parents have trimmed time and time again over the years, and one part of that tree had ended up dying from one of these trimmings. And this part of the tree had like a nice shape to it and it was a decent size (not too thick and tall, not too short and thin), and so around the fall of 2022 when we were getting ready for winter, I figured... This (part of the) tree is dead anyways. Why not cut it and turn it into a cat tree.

And so with dad's help we cut that tree into a big ol' log that I then hauled inside and left in our basement to dry over the winter.

Cut to around August 2023, and while I was working on refinishing that MCM shelf last year (the one that turned out like shit), when I had some time between doing certain parts of that project. Since the wood was dry by then I figured I could start the ever slow process of actually turning the tree into a cat tree. This was very much a side-project while I was doing other shit, something I genuinely could've finished much MUCH faster had I actually focused on it more etc. So while I did start this around August and only finished it the other day, it wasn't because it was a slow, difficult project or anything, I just wasn't focused on it until like this month.

But yeah, first step in the process; removing the bark from the wood

Which was exactly what it sounded like. I just grabbed a knife and started removing bark from it, carving it off.

It was actually quite fun and a relaxing process, especially since the bark was coming off the log quite easily at this point. (Also I collected the bark and wood shavings into a box so we could burn it later lmao. Less clean up, more heat in the winter, a win-win)

And the log cleaned up quite nicely!

Now during this process I did notice that some of the wood was quite rotten at this point, I could dig my nail into the wood in some places and it would come off easily, which... I did find a little concerning. So I did carve out some of the loose, rotten wood off the log

Didn't worry about making it too clean though because this was going to be a cat tree, this is going to end up covered with rope. (But I did also sand the wood to make it nice and smooth, which, if nothing else, made it more pleasant to handle lmao)

One last thing I had to do then was cut the top and the bottom of the log, mainly because the top was a hideous mess (as seen below) while the bottom of the tree needed to be flattened flat.

Now my plan with the cat tree was to attach a wood board to the bottom of the tree so it can stand on its own essentially, then figure out a way to attach the top of the tree to a wall, and then make basically wall shelves that can act as platforms for the cat tree; one at the top and one near the middle so my cat could jump down from the top more safely. So with the log prepped, the next part was attaching it to a wood board on the bottom. And to do that I did need that bottom cut nice and flat.

And this was the most amazing thing I did during this entire project; I cut the bottom of the tree once and I got it cut so nice and even that it could stand straight on its own. First fucking try. It was bonkers (but no I did not take photos, even when I knew it could stand on its own I did not want to jinx it and risk it falling over)

But yes, the bottom piece. I got some wood, figured out how I wanted to position the tree on it and where, cut it to size, rounded the edges and pre-drilled holes through it (and into the log) so they could be attached all nice and cleanly. Honestly this was easier said than done, getting it positioned just right was kind of a nightmare and something I procrastinated on the whole winter. But I got it done eventually and that's what matters

One other thing I did at this point was attempting to re-enforce the log itself. Like I mentioned, the tree had become rotten in places and while I did remove a lot of rotten wood I was still concerned about it being a little soft etc. Now I wasn't entirely sure what to do about the rot, but after watching quite a few videos from Blacktail Studio I do understand that wood can become harder when it has been soaked with epoxy. Another thing is that dry wood can be quite absorbent, and I was slightly worried that if/when I'd eventually start glueing rope to the tree, the wood might absorb too much of the glue and the bond between the wood and the rope might not be as strong as I want it to be (which I do want to be strong, for my cat's safety). Putting these two pieces of information together in my mind, I got curious if the wood would essentially harden (similarly to how epoxy hardens it) if I applied a heavy layer of basic PVA glue onto the wood and just let it absorb it?

I mean trying couldn't hurt, right. So I figured I'd try it.

Applied quite a lot of glue onto the middle section, brushing it out and I let it dry for a few hours.

(Top image the wet glue is on the left side of the wood, bottom image the now dried glue is on the right side)

To my surprise, it actually seemed to work. The places where the wood had still been quite soft, soft enough for me to dig my nail into, were now rock hard.

Pleased with this, and after applying wood wax onto the bottom piece and the bottom of the log, it was time to actually attempt to attach them. And I ran into an issue. Now I had gotten these massive fucking bolts to attach the board to the log, because I wanted it to be really fucking secure, but the ends of the bolts were really thick. So I needed to carve out slots into the bottom of the board, so they could sink into the wood and lay flat.

I attempted to carve the wood by hand.

I could not fucking do it, man. The board was too fucking hard for me to carve with a dinky little knife. So I was going to go and buy the cheapest router I could find. The only reason I didn't was because dad bought it for me. Which. I mean I'm not gonna complain, thanks dad

But yeah, I got a cheap ass router, and after messing around with it for a little while and figuring out how to use it I managed to make enough space for the bolts so they could sink into the bottom of the wood nicely.

And with that, the hardest part of the cat tree was completed! The tree itself was done!

I mean I still had to apply wax to the top of the tree and add the rope and figure out how to attach the top of the tree to a wall BUT THE HARDEST PART WAS DONE!

Next was making the platforms for the tree!

(Sidenote, it seems like I have misplaced my photos of me prepping the wooden brackets for the platforms-- I had prepped those back in fall so they had been done for like 6 months at this point. Nothing special really, just basic, probably-pine veneer brackets that I applied some leftover black-wax onto. Since I still have some from the MCM shelf god knows I'm not using that fucking shit on anything I care about)

Now I wanted to do some interesting cuts for the platforms, things I realized I couldn't actually do with the basic saws we have. And I was getting worried, when I realized. The basic bit for my brand spankin' new router was just long enough that it could cut the wood for me.

Arguably this is not what a router is for, but. I mean if it works.

Also we gotta be real for a second, I did an absolute shit job cutting the wood with the router. Butalso in my defense I'm still learning how to use this thing and free-handing shit with a router isn't reccomended by most woodworkers anyways. Like all things considdered I think I did decent enough as I'm learning

Anyway, I did my first rough cut, checked the measurements/if it fit the way I wanted it to, realized the cut was slightly too small, made the cut a bit bigger (and this time tried to be more careful/make it slightly neater), and on this second try the size looked right

With the first platform cut I did the second one, took a few attempts but I got the size right eventually.

Then with both pieces I rounded the corners and practised using my router some more by rounding over the edges of the platforms (on both sides), sanding them nice and smooth afterwards

After that it was time to wax the wood pieces, one side at a time because I had to wax both sides.

Now white isn't really my go-to color, but the thing is. My cat is white. And if she's going to use this cat tree at all, then there's going to be white fur all over it. And while I actually would've been fine with a natural finish (why bother using a literal tree if it doesn't even look like a tree anymore), I was worried it was going to make the wood look more yellow and darker, so I ended up going with white instead. I just figured it'd be the best option for me. And I used Osmo. Because after the catastrophy with the MCM shelf, I am never using anything but Osmo wax ever again. I can trust Osmo. Osmo will not betray me. Osmo is my one and only friend.

Anyway, here you can see how one layer of the white wax compares to the raw wood (or you would if I hadn't brightened the image too much, don't care enough to re-edit it sorry)

Yes, the cuts are janky as hell. I could have done a better job had I spent more time being careful.

Honestly, it's a fucking cat tree. It's FINE. Honey isn't going to look at it and come to me complaining about me doing a shit job while building her a cat tree, this isn't somekinda fancy furniture piece, it's a fucking cat tree. The bar is so low, it's literally good enough

With all that done, I went and attached rope to the cat tree (I was using leftover rope from when I redid an old scratching post years ago, but I ran out so I had to go and order more before, but thankfully it only took a few days to arrive) and I attached the brackets to the platforms. Once everything was nice and done, the rope had had plenty of time to dry and I had gotten the final missing piece (a way to attach the top of the tree to a wall), I had one last thing to do

Putting a bajillion little furniture pads on the bottom of the cat tree. Look we have a giant bag of these, this isn't even half of them and they're not getting used on anything else anytime soon, so I might as well use some here (+I got to use the awkward leftover pieces (for maximum coverage)) (Also yes Honey was helping me with this vwv)

Brought the tree to my room, attached it to the wall at the top. And yeah this metal piece isn't exactly pretty, but it's fine, what matters is that it's super fucking secure. Although in hindsight I probably could've flipped it the other way around so the metal could go behind the tree instead of over it... But it's fine and this made it easier to attach to the wall

Installed the shelves with help from my dad, badabing badaboom, the cat tree was completed

Now, a few things.

For one, this isn't actually The Spot I'd like this tree to be in, there is actually another spot I wanted it to go in, but my closet sits there right now and making room for it etc etc is a whole different project, we're not gonna go into it. What matters is that I can move this later if/when I have the room for it. But because of this, I did not "design" the tree to sit where it currently is, as such its placement isn't ideal. Like, had I designed it to go in this corner from the begining (with the intent it'd stay there forever), I might've made holes in the platforms so the electrical cable on the wall could go through the platforms and the platforms could then be closer to the window. Similarly the platforms would probably have been shaped differently and placed differently. But I'm not exactly planning on leaving the cat tree here forever, so it's fine. It's good enough. Honey already has another cat tree (one that belonged to my childhood cat) on the other side of the room, next to my bed, where she likes to sit and stare out the window anyways. So this cat tree really there just for her to have something to climb on and sharpen her nails with.

Another thing is that when making the platforms, I forgot one to take one thing into account. The floor skirting.

Now this does create an issue actually, because the skirting forces the cat tree a whole centimeter further away from the wall. Which is fine for the tree itself, but it completely messed with my measurements for the PLATFORMS. See how the top platform goes around the top of the tree? I had measured for the top platform to actually go much lower originally, but because the tree is pushed away from the wall now, the platform doesn't have enough room to go lower, it's already touching the cat tree so its current positioning is as low as it can be. This isn't great, because I wanted there to be enough rope on the top of the tree that Honey could climb to the top using that rope to help. And while she can climb to the top, she actually has to cling onto the top platform and dig her nails into it to get to the top. Now the only way to fix this while still sticking to the Original Design I was going for, would be to buy a new wood board entirely, a much deeper one, and recutting the piece from scratch (this time making the hole bigger and adding more room for Honey to walk around and sit at the top of the tree). OR I could just cut the piece in two and have three different platforms around the tree in different spots, changing that original design. But honestly, I don't care enough to want to put in the effort to do either. The tree is currently in a spot where Honey might not even use it that much so again, not worth it, at least right now.

(Also yes the skirting did add more space between the smaller platform and the tree, but like. It's not really an issue, there's just more space than I intended.)

Despite the glaring issues with the tree though, I'm really proud I managed to put it together, and none of the issues with it are unfixable. Like literally I could take down the platforms and redo them whenever and however I'd like and it wouldn't even be hard, it's just an issue of time and money, and most importantly, my own energy levels and patience. (Although honestly there's some free wood around the house I could totally repurpose to make better platforms with so if I don't mind using scrap wood that doesn't match then I could redo the platforms for essentially free) (But still if I don't feel like it rn then I don't feel like it and I'm not going to)

All that matters is that my sweet little baby Honey has another cat tree to climb (because she really loves climbing) and that she enjoys it, however much or little that may be.

#Moon posting #Refinish Diary #I mean not really but that's my woodworking tag so that's where it's going #Once again reminding y'all that this was a DIY blog before a fandom blog #BTW Honey can jump down from the top of the tree onto the red chair safely so no worries she can get down super easily

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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Girls' Night Toke-up

Summary: You and your girls end up having a little too much fun during girls' night. Featuring Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, & Curtis Everett

Warnings: Sexy/Worried Andy/Ari/Curtis, Daddy Kink, Difficult Reader, Difficult OFCs, Spanking, Rope Binding, Mentions of Chastity Belts, Discussions of Marijuana/Drug Use, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Written on my phone. All mistakes my own. Part of my Trio Series.

“Let me hit that again.” Giggles a sleepy-eyed looking Ruby. “That’s some good shit right there.”

“Told you my guy had the good stuff.” You tell her as you pass her the joint.

“And you weren’t lying.” A blissed-out Story mutters.

The three of you were sitting outside her townhouse in bathrobes and bonnets, enjoying a small, yet slightly illegal treat.

One you knew your men would not approve of. Not Curtis, the Firefighter. Not Ari, the Bounty Hunter. And certainly your District Attorney, Andrew Barber.

The big grumps.

“So how are things with Curtis, Rubels? Still rough?” Story asks as she nudges her shoulder as she tokes up again.

“Eh, we’re fine. It’s fine.” The curly hair beauty mumbles. “Or at least it will be when he stops threatening me with weekly maintenance spankings to encourage good behavior.”

Both you and Story offer a sympathetic wince at her words.

“My behavior is just fucking fine. He’s the beast!”

You nod and pass the joint once more.

“I get it. I threatened to punish my own beast yesterday. Only to end up my nose in the corner for my trouble. Got three good swats in though before Ari caught me though, so worth it!”

You and Story-book share a clumsy hi-five. Just in time for her phone to ring.

“Ahh, look. It’s my big ol’ beast.” Smothering a laugh, she hits “ignore”.

Only for it to ring. Again.

“I got this one for ya, girl.” You tell her as lean down to pick-up the phone. “What, Ari? You’re interrupting our Girls' Night.”

The man sighs into the other end. “Nice talking to you too, now please pass me to my little Sprite.” He growls out.

“Oh, no can do.” You shrug and take another deep drag, which makes you cough. “Sorry. Allergies.” You tell him.

“We’re having too much fun!” Ruby yells out. “We’re about to order some pizzas and cheesy bread anyway!”

“Well, that’s too bad.” He grumbles into the line. “Because Curtis and I are on our way over to snag our ladies.”

Immediately, Story goes to grab the phone.

“No, Ari.” She lets out an exasperated huff. “You can sleep without me tonight.”

“No, I can’t. And even more importantly, I don't want to. You've been away from me all day and I need you in my arms. Now, I’ll see you in twenty. And fair warning, Curtis left the same time I did. So have your shit packed, please.”

“Argh!” She hangs up on her man with an aggravated scream. And then her phone chimes:

Sunshine Bear: Don’t ever hang up on me.

The three of you quickly change your clothes and douse yourselves in perfume. Had to cover-up the tell-tale signs of your good time, ya know?

You also now knew that Andy was en-route as well. Well, fuck. Your three high-handed ogres could show up here all they wanted.

It didn't change the fact that you and your girls were going out for pizza. There was a little shop just down the street that you all positively adored. If your men wanted to interrupt your date then they’d just have to wait. You hop in the car and head over to Antonio’s Pizzeria. As you're driving, Ruby is kind enough to call ahead and place your orders.

And after that, you three do something dangerous. You put your phones on silent. Call it brave. Call it stupid. But you all agreed that your men had to learn.

“Where to fuck are they?” Andy snarls as he knocks and then rings the bell for umpteenth time. And where was Y/N’s car for that matter?

“Are the brats not answering?” He turns around at the sound of his friend’s gruff voice. “Don’t worry man, I’ve got a fucking key.” Ari steps out of his vehicle just as Curtis pulls up as well.

“What’s going on?” The short-haired man growls. “I wanna grab my girl and go home already.”

Ari sighs as he unlocks the door. “Story?” He bellows into the quiet house. “Daddy’s here, baby. It’s time to go!”

No answer.

Confused, but also undeterred, the three exasperated men begin their search. Which quickly turns up nothing.

“What. The. Fuck.” Andy hisses, settling his big hands on his trim waist.

“Hey guys.” Curtis calls from the back patio. “Look at what the fuck I found.” Their firefighter holds up the remnants of what appears to be joint.

Andy scrubs a hand over his beard, while Ari yanks one big paw through his long, tawny locks.

“Maybe it’s…old?” One of them offers.

“No, pretty sure it’s fresh. Smells like a goddamned skunk.” He huffs, his brawny arms crossing over his swelled chest. “This is exactly why my Rubaloo needs weekly maintenance.” He mumbles to himself.

With a grunt, Ari grabs the offending paraphernalia and tosses into a clear ziplock bag.

“If they know what’s good for ‘em they’ll be back real soon.” With that said, they sit down to wait for your return.

Fifteen minutes later…

You, Story, and Ruby tiptoe into the house carrying pizza boxes and munching on cheesy bread.

“Wassup?” You giggle when you notice visitors in the kitchen. “Hungry? Cuz’ if you are, we’re not sure if we got enough for you.” You take another delicious bite.

“Although, I suppose you can each have a piece of the cheesy bread.” Ruby shrugs. “Aww, why the sour faces, fellas? We’ll share, we’ll share.”

You take a quick moment to rub at your glassy eyes.

“C’mere, little girl.” Your man growls at you. “Right now.”

“No thank you, Mr. Andrew Stephen Barber. I’m starving.”

“Yeah. We wanna eat and then nap.” Story stretches her arms over her head, oblivious to the fact that Ari is hold in something in his hand.

Cue more giggles.

Suddenly, Curtis picks up his girl and deposits her on a nearby table. Tightly gripping her chin, he tilts her head back to look into her eyes.

“Rubeena, my darling little wife.” There’s an unmistakable edge to his voice. “Why are these beautiful orbs of yours looking so red and glossy?”

“Al - allergies. Ragweed. Pollen.” His woman mutters. Meanwhile, you and a nervous-looking Story keep nibbling away on your food.

And that’s when Ari holds up the incriminating evidence. “So it doesn’t have anything to do with this?”

“Uh, nope. Must have been those pesky neighbor kids again.” Story mumbles as she reaches into a box for a slice of pizza

“No, the three of you are high as a goddamned kite. And then you drove on top of it.” A very frustrated Andy pinches the bridge of his nose. “And now you’re lying about it.”

“They sure are. And I, for one, don’t play that.” Ari grinds out through clenched teeth. “Upstairs, Story-book, now. And you had better be in position by the time I get up there.”

“And if I don’t want to?” Your brave friend crosses her arms and taps her foot. In fact, she snatches the bag from him, opens it and lights up.

“Girls, you wanna hit?” She asks, fire blazing in her eyes. “How about you, Daddy?”

With your pizza still in your hand, you grab it from her, take a hit, and then pass it to Ruby, who also takes a quick toke. And then you move towards the sink to extinguish it.

“There. Happy now?” You grumble through a mouthful of pizza.

Suddenly it’s as if everything happens in slow motion. Andy whips the belt from around his waist and binds your hands behind you. And then that fucker, Curtis, tosses your boyfriend his own belt so he can bind your ankles with it.

And although you put up a struggle, it’s simply no use. “I’ve got a very special present for you when we get home, young lady.” He whispers in your ear before lewdly licking your cheek. “You’re gonna hate it, but I’m going to love it. It’s a gorgeous chastity belt that I had customized just for you.” His hand roughly palms your ass, making you squirm.

Meanwhile, Story is screaming and screeching behind you. You can’t see much, except for her legs kicking and flailing like a wild animal while Ari methodically tans her ass.

Curtis marches poor Ruby out to the car, cursing and swatting her ass with a thick wooden spoon every step. “Put your hand here again and I’ll tap that too.” He snarls. “Little fucking brats, the whole lot of you!”

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It's the end of 2022 so here are my favorite fics that I read this year! These weren't all written in 2022, in fact many of them were not, but I did read all of them this year.

They cover a wide range of ratings and topics so please read any of the writers tags and content warnings before reading. a * means you need to be logged in to ao3 to read.

Anything in Italics is my thoughts.

1. consider the hairpin turn (do not choose sides yet) by jjcofeesa (@30samwiches) zimbits, holsom, shardo, pimms | 50k You are not in a car with a beautiful boy. You are in a car next to a beautiful boy. And in a car behind your ex. And in a car ahead of your best friend. If you're Jack Zimmermann, current World Driver's Champion, that is. If you're Eric Bittle, you're too nervous about your rookie season to be thinking about what the boys in the other cars look like. (You tell yourself you're too nervous, anyway. You do think about it.) If you're on Twitter, well. They're all beautiful boys, and you wish you could be in the car with them. I don't know when this became a comfort fic for me but I have read it several times now and it has been wonderful every single time

2. action painting, abstract in the making by unconventionalturtle (@watermelonmountaindew) zimbits | 35k A stolen painting. A forged painting. A mysterious blonde. That's how it all begins.Jack Zimmermann thinks he’s set himself up for a nice, simple life when he quits playing hockey and gets started on his degree. But for the grad student, and night shift security guard, the summer of 2015 seems to have other plans. A fun story about the gang and you get to learn about some cool paintings along the way!

3. Defining Expectations by cricketnationrise (@cricketnationrise) nurseydex | 32k When Will joins the team at Samwell Dictionary, he doesn't know what to expect about anything other than his job description. With the help of good friends (and good pie) he might just have a shot at defining his expectations.

4. Got Your Back Means I'll Get You Out by cricketnationrise (@cricketnationrise) bitty and shitty | 17k Bitty Comes Out. Shitty Comes To Get Him. heartbreaking, wholesome, and full of platonic love

5. getting used to letting go by jennycaakes nurseydex, farmer | 37k Dex was supposed to have a fancy job in some city upon graduation, but his plans changed once his uncle died and left the family home in Maine to him. Without immediate obligations of their own, Nursey, Chowder and Farmer follow Dex up there to help him clear it out and clean it up. The way this feels so true to life is insane

6. I Don't Know What I Would Do by specklesandflowers jack and shitty | 57k The adventures of first-year Shitty Knight and Jack Zimmermann and the beauty that is their friendship I love Jack and Shitty’s friendship so much and this was so fun to read

7. The Gay Favour by FightMeImSmall nurseydex | 43k “I need a favour.” Will said intensely to the group of people assembled before him. “Okay so last year my brothers were ragging me about going to a liberal arts college and just generally being dicks. Sibling stuff, and like, that was fine. But then Christopher was like ‘found yourself a boyfriend yet?’ like as a joke and I’d had it up to here with their shit and replied, ‘so what if I have?’ So now my family think I’m gay and expect me to bring a boyfriend to this big ole reunion. If I don’t bring one they’re just going to get worse.” His friends all blinked at him, surprise evident in each of their faces. “I’ll do it.” Nursey said slowly The OCs are amazing and it was just so fun to read

8. Breathe With No Air by bluflamingo parswoops | 25k After Jack kisses Bitty on the ice, Kent's attacked one night by drunk, homophobic hockey fans. He's got no memory of the attack, but that doesn't make it any less traumatic. Fortunately, he's got his friends to get him through, in more ways than one. Pain but its also so beautiful

9. got the feeling you're the right thing after all by bisexualnursey nurseydex | 74k Two and a half years after he breaks up with Dex to go to grad school across the country, Nursey runs into him again when he visits New York for the holidays. What starts as them just rekindling their friendship quickly turns into a whole other thing: a 100% no-strings-attached friends with benefits arrangement while they’re in the same city. Which is totally chill because Nursey is definitely over Dex. He swears. He’s going back to California soon anyway.

10. (simply having) a WTF christmas time by loud_as_lions * whiskeytango, wtf | 17k All the Ford siblings are home for the holidays. Denice’s brothers are more than a little surprised when their sister brings not one, but two men home for Christmas. Logically, they assume she’s dating one of them. Which one, though? Just so much love can be felt and the OCs are wonderful

11. write our names in the wet concrete by MyCupOfTea zimbits | 20k “Oh my God, has it? Been ten years already?” The Olympics are never without their fair share of drama, scandal, and movie worthy storylines. However, the 2018 Winter Olympics remains burned into the sports world’s memory especially bright. And the sports world, despite their somewhat recent retirement, includes Eric Bittle and Jack Zimmermann. I love the way this is written

12. I've been waiting for a lifetime, for a moment just like this. by pandabob parswoops | 25k It's Jeff's last Christmas hospital visit before he retires so Kent is determined to make sure that he visits everyone, little does he know that this visit will change their lives forever.Heart wrenching and beautiful

13. Your heart hurts, mine does too by the_p_in_raspberry zimbits | 19k Shitty had always thought that because of Samwell’s LGBTQ+ friendly rumor, if one of his teammates weren’t straight they would come out eventually, only waiting because they weren’t ready yet, but never waiting because they were scared. He could see now how his logic was flawed. heartbreaking and heartwarming, all at the same time

14. From the Ground Up by Rianne kent/omc | 167k Kent has a pretty good life. It’s been a couple years since the Aces last won a cup, but he’s still at the height of his career. He has an apartment with a stunning view over Vegas, a best friend who’s always dragging him to basketball games, a cat to cuddle with, and more money than he could ever spend. Everything is fine. So it won’t be a problem at all if he strikes up a friendship with that guy he meets at the All-Star party. ---- Tomas enjoyed the years he spent in Minnesota, but he’s ready for a new life in a different city. It means he’ll be even further from his friends and family in Quebec, and he’s not sure he’s going to adapt well to the desert. But he’ll have his new job to distract him, and he’s never minded the challenge of developing a new circle of friends and acquaintances. He doesn’t expect Kent Parson to be part of that.

15. mon pays by weneedtotalkaboutsherlock (@weneedtotalkaboutfic) zimbits, shardo, farmer, zimmerparents | 41k He didn't suggest they come to the cabin because he misses home, not really. At first, it was a senior thing between Shitty and him, one last weekend together before their final semester at Samwell, before graduation, before their lives inevitably change and diverge in ways Jack doesn't want to think about too much. Shitty suggested that Lardo and Bitty should tag along, and Jack agreed. Having them at the cabin… it was a good thought. He'd have them for his own, for a few days. But then, four became six, when Holster and Ransom heard about their plans, and cherry on top, the Frogs tagged along as well after that. So much for a quiet weekend between friends. snow filled shenanigans

16. four calling birds by wit (@parvuls) zimbits, shardo | 11k "You are now listening to Shits and Bits on Hub 98FM!" In which four radio hosts and one medical emergency result in Jack and Bitty co-hosting a show the night before Christmas Eve.

17. Friend Request by WrathoftheStag (@wrathofthestag) zimbits, shardo, nurseydex, fordtango | 26k When Eric Bittle was 18, he made out with 20-year-old hockey player, Jack Zimmermann, at an Olympic after-party. 25 years later, an unexpected friend request from Jack throws Eric for a loop. What’s a guy to do?

18. Time and Hearts by rickysims katyageorge, zimbits | 16k In 2002, a figure skater from Russia and a hockey player from Canada met at the Olympics. They fell in love. Jack and Bitty know that part. What they don’t know is what happened next and why Katya and George might not want to rekindle flame that went out 20 years ago.

19. Becoming Lardo by loud_as_lions * shardo | 9k Larissa was different with these boys than she was with anyone else. She had always thought that all the talk about finding yourself in college was bullshit, but these boys were making her wonder just how much of what she had previously believed might be changed by this place. An absolutely wonderful lardo character study

20. Like Our Own Private Island by imafriendlydalek * zimbits, shardo | 85kAfter Eric loses his spot on the SMH team and Lardo graduates, they're both left floundering with few options. So when the opportunity comes up to manage a cafe on a remote island in Quebec, it seems like as good a place as any to figure out their next steps in life. Even if it does mean he'll need to brush up on his French. The last thing Eric expects to find in a place like this, reachable only by ship in the warmer months or tiny little tin-can airplanes, is a town full of people who welcome them like family. Well, everyone except one: the enigmatic, irresistible Jacques Laurent.

21. Eric Bittle, NBC 10 by foryouandbits zimbits | 82k In 2009, Jack Zimmermann was drafted 2nd overall to the Providence Falconers. After a tumultuous first season in the minors, Jack returns to the NHL and is named captain within a year. Known to the media as the "hockey robot," no one seems to be able to break through the polite barrier that Jack has built — no one until Eric Bittle, newest intern at NBC 10. Bitty, interning as a requirement for his journalism degree at nearby Samwell University, forms an instant connection with Jack. Throughout the rest of the season, and the rest of Bitty's junior year at Samwell, the two grow closer while learning how to both trust each other and succeed in their respective careers. A fun alternate meeting AU

22. thinking outrageously (I write in cursive) by bumblegremlin (@bittysthesis) pimms, zimbits | 15k Jack was glad Bitty wanted a long engagement. It gave him time to address the very large, very pressing issue at hand. Eric Bittle was Jack Zimmermann’s fiancé. Kent Parson was Jack Zimmermann’s husband. A fun and funny fic in which Kent is a little shit and so is Jack

I read so many awesome fics this year and like last year making this list was very difficult! I can't wait to see what all you write in the future (or have written in the past) that I will get to read!

#i read a lot of fics over 10k this year sorry not sorry #i am not lying when i say narrowing this list down is so hard #my 'short' list is over 60 fics long and i read many many more #i hope you all enjoy and i can't wait to read more!#fic recs #best of 2022 #omgcp #check please #omgcheckplease

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Jim Bickerman x Reader || Excerpt

Plot: 🏕 🏕 Inspired by the fact that I think I'd become instantly pregnant if I saw him build a campfire 😅. 🏕🏕

Warnings: Sexual references and a stated 40 year age gap.

Tagging: @marinerainbow and @masqueradeball

You had gotten completely worked up watching Jim build the campfire. You asked of you could help earlier, and you did wander around collecting twigs for him but after that he made you sit down and 'relax' ("Jim- but- I wanna help- " "No no no thats alright sweet thing just siddown and watch ol Jimmy show you how its done, yeah?" Then he winked, and you plopped down in your seat, shaking your head at him but grinning. Whatever, fine, I can chill. Sceneries beautiful- you look good too- ). It was funny at first, him really thinking this was a 'move', but... holy shit it was not a joke anymore?? It worked??? You were turned on ? ? ?

You have got to learn not underestimate him at some point. Ever. Just because he's kind of nuts doesn't mean he doesn't still have those... forty-ish years on you 😶‍🌫️

Because something embarrassing has definitely been awoken in you watching this, setting your skin aflame as you stay very quiet curled up in your fold-out out chair, knees-close-to-your-chest and cool new hiking boots perched up on your seat, just watching in awkward aroused bafflement. You're trying to figure out what exactly it was, between him crouching over the pit and pulling the brim of his hat up away from his eyes, and arranging the logs, and stuffing dry leaves and grass further in the middle, that got you so hot! Was it when he pulled out the lighter from his jacket?? Oh boy-

Fire starts to lick out steadily from the middle of the pile built up of twigs and dry leaves and kindling, and Jim tugs his hat down again; grinning with pride. That look in his eyes that he always gets when he's Done something. Something he knows he might get in trouble for but, in his mind, is definitely worth the risk. You shake your head and look away, laughing silently- At him and at yourself. Mostly at yourself. You're such a jellyfish when it comes to that man grinning.

Oh man.

After a moment more of quiet between you two, the kind thats not awkward (You don't have to talk all the time, it's just nice to be near eachother), you turn back to him with a very firm, pointed look; Though theirs a grin of your own quirking at one corner of your mouth, the amusement and the - you know, - finding him unbearbly attractive thing, keeping you from being able to act actually annoyed. Also why would you?? You're kinda fond of him afterall. He makes a fake, knowing, 'whatever did I do this time??' kind of look back.

"... do you do that to all your unsuspecting dates Jim??"

... a slow, mischievous smirk spreads across his haggard face. "Aww now you and I both know I didn't needta pull out the big guns with you. Scored you fair and square, didn't I?"

'Scored'- my goodness, Jim. What am I? A claw machine toy? "So this was just sport to you, huh??" Turning me into soup. That's fun for this man?? Of course it is.

"Uhuh, yeh, pretty much."

"Jim!" You exclaimed then, jaw dropped and searching over the side of your chair for a twig or something to chuck at him while he raises his hands in surrender.

"Hey pumpkin I'm not claimin' I'm not, ahh.. prepared, to take you into that tent now and help ya take care of your little problem!~ "

That makes you laugh, giving up your search for something to throw and unfurling yourself from the fold-out chair. Thoughtfully you run a hand through your hair, cheeks hot. Of course he is prepared. You're alone in the woods together. This was coming.

On one hand... thats an enticing suggestion seeing as you can definitely feel your heart speeding up and the rest of your body feeling burning hot under his stare, but on the other...

"Oh!" Suddenly he's up and next to you, curling a cheeky arm around you and guiding you into him. But- but... Your eyes flicker from his to the fire, which has grown into a very steady campfire in the short time that you were talking. Both the fire and the look he is giving you are making you overheat and its the middle of fricken November/June. "... is that gonna be safe to leave alone?"

"Wh- oh... " The fact that for a moment Jim had no idea what you were talking about, having forgotten the raging flame right next to you both is dangerous, is a cute and funny reminder that while he is capable and thats immensely hot to you he is also a little crazy- and you like that too, honestly. He turns his head to look at the pit, looking vaguely concerned, and just uses his boot to shove one of the stones surrounding the fire closer into the circle; closing it in the wall slightly more securely. "Oh. Uh. Yeah, that'll be fine."

Wh- I- does he- he doesnt think thats going to cut it does he? My guy- "... thats- um- not as encouraging as you think,.. Are you sure?"

He shrugs, assessing the firepit still and not looking at you despite the close quarters he's still holding you in. "Oh sure, peanut." When he looks back at you again and sees the truly not-assured look on your face, Jim puts on what is his best, most reassuring smile (which is still disconserting but does remind you that he wouldnt let anything bad happen to you, at least). You see it and you believe it. You might be naive, you might be in love, but you believe it. You might be the only person in the world now who would. "Fire's not gettin' out with those rocks sealing it in, there. Trust me."

"Hmmm okay... "

"Besides," he chuckles, a nervous chuckle. "We'll definitely know if the forest catches fire." Oh lord- "Now- " Immediately Jim switches tact and squeezes you against him. Eek!- "We were rampin up to something peanut, why don't you tell me what that was?~"

The brim of his old hat brushes against your forehead you're so close, his hands both creeping around the back of your jeans and hooking themselves into your belt loops, and your own following his behind your back; hooking onto his sleeves in turn. "Oh right!- you wanted to help me out." You fake-recall, struggling not to snort and laugh.

"I did... " He nods slowly, a mischievous smug grin on his damn mug.

"... -was it with my taxes?"

"Darlin', get in the tent."

... God. Before you do, you lean in and peck a quick but lingering kiss on the corner of his mouth.

#I CANNOT WRITE FLIRTING IM SORRY-#hence '... was it my taxes?' 😅😅😅#please dont fluster me i will s h u t d o w n-#XD #Jim Bickerman x Reader Excerpt #Jim Bickerman x Reader #Jim Bickerman #Lake Placid; Final Chapter #Excerpt

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pedrito-friskito · 2 years

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Can I Have Santiago Garcia With 🦦 Pls

omg omg omg okay okay I had an instant idea with this so here we go!

honestly this is the first santi thing I’m actually POSTING (I have a wip that has been left unfinished for far too long) but here goes nothing!!

all he ever wanted - santiago garcia x fem!reader

warnings: none except fluff? canon-divergence as this ignores that santi went to australia after colombia, mentions of pregnancy, santi’s a big ol’ nerd and I love him

✨kay’s 300 follower celebration✨

“I’m just saying,” he calls from the bathroom, words slurred around his toothbrush, “I think it could be fun!”

“Fun,” you repeat, rolling your eyes, focus returning to the laptop in front of you. “This is not a trip to an amusement park, Santiago. This is a lifelong commitment.”

There’s a pause, the sound of water running and him spitting into the sink, and then the bathroom light flicks off and he steps out, left hand held up, ring finger sticking up like he’s flipping you off. The silver wedding band glints in the light coming from your nightstand. “How’s this for lifelong commitment, baby?” he quips, a shit-eating grin on his face.

You roll your eyes, shutting your laptop and setting it on the nightstand. As soon as you’ve done that, Santi lunges for you, pushing you back on the bed, sprawling beside you. He props his head on his elbow, peering down at you, his other hand roaming your body, rucking up the t-shirt of his you’ve claimed as your own, warm palm skimming across your stomach. “You’d look so pretty pregnant,” he murmurs, and his eyes are twinkling a little. “Besides, you’ve seen my baby pictures, mija. Do you have any idea how cute our kids are gonna be?”

“Oh, I’m fully aware,” you reply, letting your hand skim up his arm, over his bicep and across his pec. He’s bare-chested, and his dog tags dangle against his sternum. You hook your fingers in the chain, tugging it toward you, forcing him to lower his head until you can lean up and kiss his pretty mouth. “It’s just not something I could do without you, Santi.” Your hand closes around his tags, feeling the imprint of the metal pressing into your palm.

“Mija,” he starts, and his eyes drop shut, the hard line of his jaw ticking. “You know I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always come home to you.”

“I know that,” you reply, tugging on his tags again. He pushes his forehead into yours. “And I can handle it, when you’re gone. Mostly.”

His mouth quirks. “Mostly?”

You nod. “Good days and bad days. But that’s okay. I knew what I was getting into when I married you.” Palm brushing the side of his face, you tilt your chin up, kissing his forehead. “And I wouldn’t change it for the world. But I don’t know if I could handle it, having you away, knowing you’re missing everything that’s happening here and I’m here by myself.”

A low groan rumbles through his chest, and he slumps against you, resting his head on your collar. There’s a bit of adjusting, a bit of shuffling until one of his legs is slotted between yours, an arm slung around your waist, and you let one hand dive into his hair, brushing through his curls. It’s a nice change from the crew cut you’d grown so used to when you’d first met, and you can’t help but smile a bit at the salt and pepper that’s starting to seep into the dark, dark brown.

You’ve grown up together some, gone from lovestruck twenty-somethings to actual grown-ups. You have a house and a car, the whole deal you’d always dreamed of. And sure, there are days when you feel like something’s missing, like the patter of little feet on the floor would make it all complete, but then you realize that most of the time, Santi’s missing, his presence empty from your home, and you know you don’t want one without the other.

“I miss you every second that I’m gone,” he mumbles into your chest, turning his head so he can plant a kiss against your sternum. “I literally count down the minutes until I get to come home. I could retire, come back and teach or something. Ironhead’s got a good gig going here, I’m sure he could help me out.”

“You could,” you muse, and he lifts his head to meet your eyes, “but then you wouldn’t be you. You wouldn’t be Pope.”

He lets it go, for a long time. Life happens; he’s gone for a few months on another contract, you busy yourself with your own work. There’s the fateful trip to Colombia, which throws everyone through a loop. Tom’s funeral is a dark day, but before you know it, Santiago’s been home for almost four months, and shows no signs of leaving.

His contracts are all tied up and filed as completed, there’s no more half-filled suitcase sitting at the end of your bed, and it’s like everywhere you turn, he’s there. He’s cooking dinner or cleaning the kitchen or refinishing the bathroom. Catfish and Ironhead are both enlisted to help him build a deck in the backyard, and Benny fits himself in where he can.

You’re all but herding the boys out of your house the night they finish the deck, having spent the better part of the afternoon lounging on the completed space, keeping their drinks and bellies full. Santi is sprawled on the couch, head tilted back on the pillows, and he watches you as you head into the kitchen, swiping the few empty beer bottles off the counter.

“Fish and his lady are having another baby,” he calls, eyes tracking you as you drop the bottles in the recycle bin, move towards the sink to wash your hands.

“Oh?” you call back over the sound of the water. “Good for them.”

Suddenly, he’s behind you, arms slipping around your waist, hands reaching for your hips. “It got me thinking,” he murmurs, fitting his face into the curve of your neck, “about that conversation we had a while back.”

“Did it now?” you whisper as you turn of the water, tilting your head to the side as he kisses your pulse, beard scratchy at your neck.

“Mmhm. Cuz I’m home now, mija, and I’m not going anywhere. Not again. After Colombia, I…” He trails off, and you hear the hitch in his voice, the quick change from snarky to broken, so you twist in his grip, shaking the water from your hands and then letting them settle around his shoulders, one palm flattening against the side of his neck, fingers tracing the scar at his nape.

“What happened wasn’t your fault, Santi,” you tell him, trying your best to sound reassuring, leaning in to kiss his cheek, hugging him close.

He nods into your shoulder. “I’m just so happy to be home with you, baby,” he whispers, and your heart aches a little and the way he stutters out the words. “If it had been me, if it was you here, all alone, I couldn’t,” he shakes his head against you, “I can’t…”

“It wasn’t you, honey,” you whisper, tightening your grip on him, holding him closer. “It wasn’t you. You came home to me, like you always do.” He lifts his head from your shoulder, and your chest is tight at the wetness in his eyes, the shiny streaks down either side of his nose. “You’re home, and we, we’re gonna be a family, okay? You and me, we’re gonna make the cutest babies, right?” You move your hands to cup his cheeks, fingers swiping away the fresh tears that fall from his eyes.

His jaw goes slack, his words mumbled so low you almost can’t hear them. “I love you so much, baby.”

Six months later, and that little line appears.

You don’t really know how to tell him, at first. Since that night, you hadn’t stopped trying, and there had been a months where you were so sure, and then the stick didn’t have the answer you were looking for. Santi had been quietly disappointed when you’d added tampons to the grocery list, but it seemed like just knowing it was a possibility had made him brighter.

He got a job with Will, helping vets find good job placements for their skillsets, steering younger soldiers in the right direction, keeping them away from the hell the guys had all been through. It keeps him busy, keeps your bills steadily paid with enough leftover that the thought of all the costs that come with raising a baby don’t scare you nearly as much as they used to.

You contemplate how to make the announcement for a few days, and end up going the more nonchalant route, making it personal for the two of you. You’ll make some big silly post on Instagram later, but for now, you just want to see his reaction.

It’s Sunday morning, and Santi’s on the couch, flicking through TV channels. You had breakfast together earlier, fried eggs and bacon that had been exactly what you’d been craving. You’re nursing your second cup of tea and nibbling on grapes, flipping through the newspaper, and with a huff, Santi turns off the TV, pushes himself off the couch and walking over to the counter, standing across from you. You see your opportunity, bright and shiny.

“What do you wanna do today, baby?” he asks, pushing his hands wide on the countertop. “Go see a movie, maybe?”

“I don’t know,” you say, trying hard to keep your voice even. “Oh, there was something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

“Oh?” he mumbles, snagging a couple grapes and popping one into his mouth. “What’s up?”

“We’re gonna have a baby,” you say, the words spilling out suddenly in a giddy rush. You watch his face as it sinks in, his brows shooting up to his hairline. He jaw drops, the grape falling out and hitting the counter. His dark eyes go wide, already sparkling.

“Are you serious?”

Biting your lip, you nod, pulling the test out of your pocket and sliding it across the counter at him. “Serious.”

“We’re gonna have a baby?” he asks, his volume climbing as he races around the counter, scooping you into his arms and holding you tight. “Oh my god, we’re gonna have a baby.”

You just repeat the words back, giggling like mad as he lifts your feet right off the floor.

He sets you back down after a moment, absolutely glowing with excitement, and you can feel tears in your eyes as he throws in his arms and shouts, “We’re gonna have a baby!”

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For the fic asks, 5, 29 for your Poe/Volya fics, and 37

!!! Ah, thank you!! *rubs my hands together gleefully* my time to shine, I love talking about these two

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [insert fic]? Answer it now!

I feel like every single question I've ever wanted to be asked about Poe and Volya just like - flew right out of my head, lol. I contemplated something about their Force connection but I don't actually think I've included it yet in any of the fics I've posted to ao3, so I'm gonna go with something involving the "bad au" once again, cos it's something that jumped out to me when I was reading the tlj era fics back to back: the difference in when Poe and Volya both think something's changed between them, and why.

In my hand was the one you reached for, Poe mentions in his internal dialogue that something changed between them aboard the Raddus (which I think is reinforced in an earlier one-shot that @dameronalone wrote) during the events of tlj, but in the fic that's pretty much a direct sequel to that, if we got nothing we got us, which takes place from Volya's POV, she thinks that their relationship shifted after he made it back from Jakku and the Finalizer.

And I think that makes a lot of sense, 'cos although we definitely haven't touched on that specific era yet from Volya's POV yet, the days Poe is missing absolutely are what makes Voy in this verse realize just how much she loves him and just what she's been risking trying to hide that. Unfortunately, her crash course in "fuck I can't lose him, I love him too much for that and he doesn't even know it" gets a follow-up grade in tlj when they get put on separate transports during the evac to Crait....cos I'm. extremely evil.

And then of course, for Poe - they haven't really had the time to *stop* since he got back, until the Raddus, for better or worse (but mostly for worse), so I think that's the first stretch of time that he's actually had where he can notice something has changed for Volya that makes her a lot more open with her feelings than before, and ergo that their relationship has shifted because of it.

29. What songs would be (or are) on a playlist for [insert fic]? Explain your choices if you want!

I mean I have a couple of generalized poelya playlists already to be quite honest - their regular one, and one specifically for the aforementioned bad au. And one somewhere that's specifically songs I think Volya would put in a playlist that remind her of Poe.

But.....the two songs that are just simply put the most Volya/Poe to me, to the point that they could really fit any fic I've written for them, is About Love by Marina and Storm by Ruelle. Their relationship is (obviously) very much inspired by my big ole feelings for Poe, so Poe's pretty much the first/only person Volya's also had big ole feelings for, and I think these songs really capture the "oh shit this is my one exception and oh man what do i do with all these FEELINGS" that Volya constantly feels around him:

… Started in the strangest way Didn't see it coming Swept up in your hurricane Wouldn't give it up for nothing Now I'm all caught up in the highs and the lows It's a shock to my system I don't wanna run away so I stay [About Love]

I am caught off guard by you Like a wave I'm pulled into It's a feeling I can't fight Like a wildfire deep inside You're taking my heart by storm I'm lost in your love (lost in your love) I can't hold back any more I'm lost in your love (lost in your love) [Storm]

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

Okay, my first thought was not actually a Star Wars fic - although there's definitely some fics of mine there that I wish got more traction, and it'd be nice if my poelya ones got a leetol more attention but I'm also not terribly bothered by that because hey I'm writing for myself and my friends and it's fun - it was a crossover Spidey/Moon Knight fic that I wrote in 2022.

Just...maybe not the crossover you were expecting. I had finished replaying Spider-Man PS4, I think, and I was like....this would work really well for a crossover with Moon Knight. It ended up being a blend of the television show and the early Mackay run before I quit reading. It definitely got a little bit of attention, but mostly just of folks wanting a continuation, which I had no plans for. But it's definitely still one of my favorite fics I've written - writing for Peter really is just so much fun.

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traumatised-confused-individual · 2 years

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KIT CONNOR ONE SHOT.

no warnings just pure fluff and little bit of enemies to lovers trope.

Summary: Kit is the popular school boy and you don't like him very much until well you both find yourselves in a bathroom together.

There he stands, leaning against the locker, his hands in his pockets and laughing on the top of his lungs. He acts as if he owns this school just because he's popular and has nice ginger hair along with the lightest brown eyes ever. Kit Connor. I've known him for two years now, it annoys me to be around him even though he may be very pretty. Everything with him is a competition. He's the second in his class, he doesn't believe that since im the first. I think my presence annoys him as much as his annoys me.

"Hey think fast!"

Cole, one of his friends says as he throws a football at me. I can think fast because I was mostly really just observing them. I move aside and the ball hits my locker. I pick it up before he has a chance to.

"Give it back."

He tries to order me, as if he can. I take the most sharp thing I could find in my bag (you're not allowed to keep knives that would've been much easier) and puncture their ball. I throw it back at him.

"There much better." I smile and start walking to class.

"Oi what's your problem?" He calls out to me. I ignore obviously, trashbags like him and his gang don't deserve much attention anyways.

"Y/n are you going to the party tonight?" Dee asks me. She's my bestfriend and she's also a huge party animal.

"What party?"

"The one at Cole's." I look at her.

"I don't think he'll let me in. I pissed him off before coming to class." She chuckles as if she already knew this would happen.

"I'll sneak you in. Pick up at 8 okay?" She goes back to her work.

"Fine."

I really don't feel like going. The thought of kit and his friends just irritates me. Couldn't they have been nicer. I mean im sure I'd be friends with him if he wasn't the "Im the king and you're all my subjects" type. He used to be nice maybe, atleast from what I've heard. I dress in a skirt, tights covering my legs. A tucked in nirvana t-shirt and my black boots. I liked to be seen as edgy and scary outside of school, in uniform I'm just another prey waiting to be eaten. I leave my hair half open and put the smallest amount of make-up on my face.

"Y/n! Dee is here." Mom shouts on the top of her lungs as if I couldn't hear her.

"Coming!" I rush down the stairs and stand next to Dee, while my mother instructs us on the conditions.

"Yes mom got it. Be back soon. Bye." I take Dee by her hand dragging her out of the house.

She wore the sluttiest ourfit ever, classic Dee. She's never ever worn a shirt to a party, it's always got to be a dress or nothing at all.

"Do I look okay?" She asks as we stand outside of Cole's house. I squint my eyes at her, she's trying to impress someone or she'd never have asked.

"Who is it?" She rolls her eyes and gives me a big smile.

"Just a guy." She shrugs and starts moving.

"Yeah no shit sherlock. What guy?"

She just shrugs and doesn't answer me. The house is extremely loud with music and everyone is mostly drunk and tripping over one another or just casually making out or fighting. Which is the plus point of any party a good ol fight.

"What are you doing here?" Ah cole, ofcourse it's him. Why wouldn't it be?"

"It was an open for all. Why are you here? I squint my eyes at him.

"It's my party and you're not invited."

"Too bad love, Im already here." I pat his chest and move away from him, disappearing as fast as I can. I go to the bathroom and shut the door behind me,exhaling as loud as possible.

"Um." Someone clears their throat, which makes me jump a little. I turn around to see none other than our beloved Kit connor.

"Jeez. Did you have to be that silent?" I put my hand on my chest while he just smiles. He does have an adorable smile (we're getting carried away).

"Sorry, didn't think anyone else would be joining me in here." He says as he leans back. I scoff at him.

"Wasn't planning on it." I sit near the door. As much as he irritates me, I really do need to be away from Cole.

"Why are you here?" He asks.

"Why are You here?" I retort asking him the same question he asked me.

"I asked first." He smokes his e-cigarette.

"I asked second." I look at him, paying attention this time. He wore a black t-shirt, his sunglasses hanging from the middle. He has a small necklace, which is hidden by his shirt.

"I still asked first." He says which makes me snap back and not stare at him.

"I still don't care." This makes him laugh. Its not a mean laugh. Its a genuine laugh.

"What's so funny?" I poke him with my foot.

"You haven't changed a single bit." He looks at me right in the eyes. His gaze almost makes me blush.

"Why would I? I'm one of a kind." I smile.

"That's true." He blurts out the words and I could tell he did. "I mean you're annoying and weird. One of a kind."

"Sure whatever you say. You've changed though or maybe you're just the same."

He stands and then slumps down next to me."What do you mean?"

"What's with all the "I'm popular so Im the king" bullshit." I fold my arms.

"Is it bullshit?" He asks.

"Yes. I don't really like you like that."

"Ah so you liked me before." He smirks, cocky bastard.

"No. You were just a bit better, now you're insufferable." Should I be saying this to him? Does it really matter if I am?

"You remember that field trip they took us on?" He tilts his head towards me.

"We got lost, it took them four hours to find us." I smile at the thought, it was the only time Kit had been nice to me or had been his true self.

"We bought a bunch of junk because we were hungry, kitkats to be precise since you loves those and those necklaces." I turn my head to him.

"Yeah,that was possibly the best day of my life." I reach in my pocket and take out the necklace we bought. "I kept it." I hold it out in my hand.

"So did I." He pulls it out from underneath his shirt. "That day I decided I really wanted to be your friend."

I smile a bit sadly and put the necklace back in my pocket "I would've liked it if you actually did." I look at him again, his gaze lingers on mine and then moves to my lips as if he's studying them. What is going on? A little closer and we'd be kissing. Do i want that?

"Well I got curfew so i guess I'll see ya." I stand up.

"Yep." He replies and I'm out the door trying to escape him now. What am I doing? Where is Dee? Ah there she is getting cozy with the lad she liked. I guess I'll have to walk home. I walk out in the garden before Cole can catch me or any of his friends. I can hear distant shouting of my name and I choose to ignore it until it gets closer. I turn around.

"Y/n!" Kit, its Kit running towards me for some reason. He stops and catches his breath. Then steps super close to me, there's no space between us at all.

"What are you-" his lips meet mine before i could even finish my sentence. It takes me by surprise but I give in. I don't really know why but I do. His lips feel soft against mine and his hands snake around my waist pulling me close to him. His breathing is soft , I'm not so sure about mine. I'm probably hyperventilating. He let's go slowly, keeping his eyes on mine. Kit just kissed me. The person I probably hate and the person who probably hates me just kissed me.

"Well I- .. wasn't expecting that today." I say and he puts his hands in his pockets, smiling at me with that dorky smile.

"I was." He says "Didn't you have curfew?"

I shake my head in approval "Yeah.. see ya later kit kat."

I turn away from him, kitkat is what I would say to him to annoy him after that field trip. I guess it stuck to him.

"Don't call me that." He calls out.

"No promises." I say and keep on walking home.

Ah so this is it. I hope you guys like it. You can make requests for more one shots and fics<3

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monsters-conquer-the-world · 10 months

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Mario Kart 8 - Booster Course Pack Wave 6 Speculation/Obsessing

I've always loved the Mario Kart games, but for my money Mario Kart 8 Deluxe is the new gold standard for the entire kart-racing genre. It just FEELS SO GOOD to drive these goofy little contraptions around and blow up your friends in psychedelic cartoon worlds.

Booster Course Pack Wave 5 just dropped this week and I'm loving this shit. Squeaky Clean Sprint?! KAMEK?!

This unholy union?!

Of course as awesome as this stuff is, I can't help but think about that one last wave of goodies we're getting at the end of the year. At the very least we know we're getting two new drivers and 8 new-old courses (with 1 or 2 possibly being brand new), but at this point Nintendo hasn't announced any specifics.

It's fun to guess and speculate though! Since we're only guaranteed 2 new drivers (and there's a smaller pool to pull from), I started there.

Prior to the Booster Course Packs adding Birdo, Kamek, Wiggler, and Petey Piranha (all drivers who have appeared in previous MKs), Nintendo added guest characters from non-Mario series like Link, Splatoon Girl, and Isabelle. While it's POSSIBLE they could hit us with someone brand new and/or from a different series, I'm thinking it's more likely they'll pull these last 2 drivers from the existing Kartiverse.

With that in mind, here are the standout possibilities from previous Karts:

DIDDY KONG in Double-Dash!!, Wii, Tour Iconic sidekick/costar of Donkey Kong Country series, and three-time karter (not to mention headlining his OWN kart games). On one hand it's fuckin' crazy to me that he's not already in here, but on the other hand if I can only pick one more Kong, I'd rather have Funky or Dixie 😬sorry didds

HAMMER BRO in Tour I like Hammer Bros, I've always thought of them as Bowser's elite goon squad--hammers hurt and their helmets are dope. On the flipside we already have Koopa-Troopa, Lakitu, Dry Bones, and Kamek, plus 9 Bowser-flavored Koopas. We might already be over koopacity.

MONTY MOLE in Tour This is some goofy left-field shit that I am absolutely into. Not my first choice, but funny, cute and strange enough to be worth it. He a mole driving a car

PEACHETTE in Tour So even though this looks exactly like Peach in a slightly goofier outfit, it's actually Toadette in a powered-up form from New Super Mario Bros. U Deluxe.. Identity theft is a crime, Toadette.

PAULINE in Tour Mario's original damsel in distress, Pauline debuted way back on the original Donkey Kong arcade cabinet, but also had a major role in Super Mario Odyssey on the Switch (plus a bunch of handheld DK games in-between). Glamorous singing mayor-lady, cool! Why the fuck not! We better get a New Donk City track if she's added tho

KITSUNE LUIGI in Tour Look I know I gave Peachette a lot of shit for being an obscure power-up (this one hailing from Super Mario 3D Land and World), but at least we can tell this is still Luigi! Plus it'd complement Tanooki Mario and Cat Peach REAL nice. Let me have this. Luigi needs a win. It's not a furry thing (not that there's anything wrong with that!).

POOCHY in Tour This fuckin' guy. I still have acid flashbacks to his levels in Yoshi's Island. Still tho, big ol' dog-thing driving car is hilarious, I'd sign off on his goofy ass

FUNKY KONG in Wii, Tour Finally, another prospect with more than Tour on his Karting resume. Funky Kong fuckin' rules. DKC's resident gearhead, party animal, and big lovable himbo dumbass, this dude gotta come back. Non-negotiable. HE WEARS JORTS... WITH A BELT

DIXIE KONG in Tour The other coolest Kong. Probably technically cooler than Funky. It'd be crazy if both new characters were Kongs, but if they were Funky and Dixie I would shit my pants with joy. Dixie's badass.

NABBIT in Tour This would make sense, but I would also be like "sure why not." Shitty little thieving rabbit-man is fine. Is anyone clamoring for this? No judgement, just curiosity. I got kind of sick of the New Super Mario Bros. series, but I don't speak for the whole fuckin' world.

KING BOB-OMB in Tour HAHAHA YES!!! BIG DUMB ORB MUSTACHE CROWN MAN. I also lost my shit when he showed up in the Mario movie. If B-list bosses like Petey Piranha and King Boo get to drive, let this big fancy idiot. He probably accidentally explodes like a dingaling when he doesn't win.

MEOWSER in Tour Like Kitsune Luigi, this would be a nice complement to Tanooki Mario and Cat Peach, but we already have Bowser Classic, Jr., Dry, and his 7 delightful little punkass shithead kids. Meowser does benefit from reminding me of Kintaro, from my OTHER favorite game series with the initials "MK":

CHARGIN' CHUCK in Tour A different listicle already mentioned his fucking awesome-ass burger'n'fries mobile being the best part of him. I'm trying not to accidentally rip off that listicle COMPLETELY, but I might have. Sorry. I think it was on Hard Times/Hard Drive? CC's beefiness and sporty theming could save him from being another face in the Koopa Krowd, but he's not my first draft pick.

CAPTAIN TOAD in Tour I'm all over the place on this one. El Capitano has his own spin-off games--that's pretty legit! But he's just Toad with some different clothes on... but so is Metal Mario and Cat Peach! Do we need a third Toad? If he's a higher weight class because of his gear, then maybe!

HONEY QUEEN in MK7 Aww, remember Super Mario Galaxy?! I like when lady-characters get to be something besides "skinny human princess." If fricking Petey Piranha can race again, so can this big ol' bee!

PARATROOPA in MKDD!! Ah, our millionth Koopa! Jokes aside, since Paratroopa has ONLY been in Double Dash!! (the one where every driver needed an obvious partner), I bet he's a major longshot. Kamek, Wiggler, and Petey Piranha were all in Tour, so I'm inclined to think Nintendo will be pulling from the Tour roster. But who the hell knows! Here are some other (unlikely) prospects.

R.O.B. in MKDS Between this and his playable debut in Super Smash Bros. Brawl, R.O.B., the (in)famous robot peripheral for the NES/Famicom, was having a little moment in the 2000s. A wave of 1980s nostalgia or a 20th anniversary celebration, maybe? I'm not expecting him to come back again after almost ANOTHER 20 years (Jesus Christ), but I love his kart that makes it look like he has little legs.

PAC-MAN AND OTHER WEIRDOS FROM THE ARCADE COLLABORATION WITH NAMCO in Mario Kart Arcade GP, Arcade GP2, and Arcade GP DX Again, non-Tour to me says longshot, but fuck it would be weird and cool to play as Ms. Pac-Man. Blinky the ghost, one of the Tamagotchis and a happy little arcade drum also made the cut!

Mametchi aka The Cooler Nabbit.

OK he's actually a BIG, SASSY cartoon drum. Still cute. Crazy that the Prince from the Katamari games wasn't playable in these, IMO he'd be perfect and have a deliciously funky, knobby kartamari.

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