#i just fish so i can pay this raccoon

[rottenpumpkin13]

Out Of Context Shit Heard On The SOLDIER Floor #6

Previous: #1, #2, #3, #4, #5

Angeal: No, Genesis, you spaghetti-noodle-spine-having-ass bitch.

Sephiroth: I identify as a tonberry *chases Cloud with a kitchen knife*

Zack: Ra Ra Rasputin *kicks Sephiroth over*

Genesis: Unhand me you cretin *alone, talking to no one*

Angeal: Zack just showed me a picture of the Grinch and said "hear me out"

Lazard: No, Sephiroth, you cannot have a human-sized cat bed in your office "for enrichment"

Cloud: Parkour time *crashes through the air vents*

Sephiroth: I'm the biggest lesbian ally in this department, actually.

Angeal: For the sake of my sanity I'm gonna pretend I didn't just see Zack twerking to One Winged Angel.

Luxiere: I would commit unspeakable atrocities for a crumb of Zack's attention.

Lazard: That stripper pole better be gone when I get back or so help me, Genesis, I will return you to the goddess.

Sephiroth: *does a single pump of sore throat spray* This is enough for sustenance for the day.

Kunsel: Care for a deep-fried cigarette?

Angeal: You look like an AI-generated twink.

Sephiroth: I've grown so tired of Genesis's voice that we now communicate solely through interpretive dance.

Lazard, over the speakers: Whoever heated fish in the break room microwave, please come by my office so I can break your knees.

Zack: Aww, I forgot to feed the Roomba :(

Genesis: I don't know why me and Angeal are being judged. Simulating a birth with a watermelon is a perfectly normal activity for two people.

Kunsel: Hopefully this office party won't end in accidental weed use.

Angeal: WHY IS THERE A FAMILY OF RACCOONS IN THE TRAINING ROOM?

Genesis: I noticed some homosexual subtext in your screams, do you want to talk about that?

Angeal: *sniff sniff* Ooh~ who's barbecuing? OH MY GOD IT'S AN ELECTRIC FIRE.

Roche: Every time I think about chopping my hair short I think "Sephiroth wouldn't want this for me" and the feeling is gone.

Genesis: I made a friend *drags in a skeleton with a Sephiroth wig*

Cloud: *points at Angeal, Genesis and Sephiroth* Pure of heart, dumb of ass, big of tit.

Lazard: I told Zack to use Excel and he started sobbing.

Angeal: WHAT DO YOU HAVE AGAINST SEASONING YOUR GROUND BEEF?

Sephiroth: It's extremely rude to ask someone why they're eating a salad bowl of udon at 8 AM. Mind your business, Zack.

Cloud: Genesis likes Loveless so much because the title resonates with his love life.

Zack: You keep your anxiety pills in a takeaway to-go box? Dude that's so fancy.

Lazard: Why is Sephiroth the only one wearing a shirt??

Angeal: Common sense has chased Zack all his life but he wears wheelies so he's faster

Sephiroth: I personally don't use the peace sign because I haven't had a day of peace since I was 12.

Kunsel: I'm never going out in public with Zack again. A child's balloon popped when it went near his hair.

Angeal: No I'm not giving you an aspirin. Last time I gave you one you crushed it and snorted it like cocaine.

Lazard: An overwhelming majority of you peaked in kindergarten.

Sephiroth: Zack, I'm becoming increasingly concerned by the amount of potatoes in your pants right now.

Zack: This year I want an A/B/O themed birthday party.

Sephiroth: Please don't commit tax fraud, Genesis. You won't thrive in prison.

Genesis: Does anyone have an extra ramen packet to give Sephiroth? The 64 he consumed this morning weren't enough.

Roche: Commander Rhapsodos and his emo fringe is our culture.

Zack: I'm at my fucking limit! I'm about to eat a vegetable!

Genesis: He's a son of a bitch Sephiroth: That implies he has a mother, so I don't see how that's an insult.

Zack: Fuck around and find out *said with a chunk of Genesis' red coat hanging from his pocket*

Cloud: Does anyone have an extra brain cell? I lost my remaining one when Genesis spoke to me this morning.

Sephiroth: Damn.

Kunsel: Zack owes me so much money that if he sold his box of random shit he stole from Angeal, he still couldn't pay me back.

Angeal: Why are you guys playing Queen's Blood in the closet? is this a metaphor?

Genesis: Have you prayed to your Sephiroth cardboard cutout yet today?

Sephiroth: Alert me once Rufus Shinra arrives so that I may greet him adequately *said while building a pipe bomb*

Lazard: It's all fun and games until the timeout cage that I ordered online arrives.

Genesis: I will atone for my sins by becoming a nuisance to the environment.

Cloud: If Zack were a scented candle he'd smell like ADHD and crayons.

Sephiroth, standing on a table: DO NOT. EAT. THE CHEESECAKE. IN THE FRIDGE. It's mine.

Angeal: *with a bucket while it's raining hale* Free ice baby.

Zack: I finally have enough gil to buy a sixteen bouncy castles.

Genesis: Being overcome with the desire to eat pasta and call your mother at 2 AM and wondering if you're having a mental breakdown or are possessed by Sephiroth.

Lazard: I can't fire any of you, but I'm about to start setting things on fire.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #final fantasy vii #ffvii crisis core #genesis rhapsodos #ff7 crisis core #angeal hewley #ff7r #crisis core #incorrect ffvii #roche ff7r #kunsel ff7 #lazard deusericus

[spirintom]

💜Sampo headcanons

Sooo... I wanted to try to wright something about characters i love so i decided to do 2 in 1 - art plus headcanons fot it

~Ordinary day in Belobog~

It's just some fluff silly headcanons. Hope you'll love it!

💜 Sampo's morning always starts not with coffee, not with social media, but with checking turnip prices in Animal Crossing.  

Seriously. He doesn't worry that much about his own budget, how he keeps an eye on his bank account in the game. Sampo knows the prices for EVERYTHING: bugs, fish, fossils, fruits, etc. He sells it with incredible efficiency, but doesn't pay a single penny to Tom Nook (the merchant simply hates this raccoon, but respects him for how skillfully he can push another loan or charge money for some service). 

💜 After finishing all the virtual "megaimportantyoudon’trunderstand" tasks, Sampo puts on his cozy bathrobe, slippers with Hannah Montana (even aeons don't know where he managed to dig up merchandise originally for kids of such size. His foot isn’t small after all...) and goes to bathroom. After fixing his hair, brushing his teeth, and applying a super shiny fancy mask, the merchant goes to the kitchen. 

💜 Surprisingly, Sampo cooks well. Especially simple dishes. 

💜 During breakfast, he always watches something. Most often it's TV series. God, I'm 100% sure that Sampo loves shows about the double life of pop stars (especially the mentioned above Montana). Romantic melodramas, cosplay videos, game reviews - that's his thing too. 

💜 What he can't stand, though, is true crime videos and all sorts of creepypastas. He's really hates all that descriptions of bloody scenes, violence, and worse - rape. Sampo can't even sleep at night after that. Not that he's scared, but he feels bad inside. 

💜 Later in the day, between tasks, the merchant likes to sit in some secluded spot in the upper part of Belobog and look around. It's his kind of meditation. Watching the peaceful, monotonous flow of life around him, Sampo gets distracted from his problems. 

💜 People walk back and forth in the streets, clouds float in the sky, and a cool breeze blows on his face - that means everything is good, the world hasn't collapsed yet, everything can be fixed. Everything will be fine. 

💜 Sampo gets especially cheered up when he sees familiar faces in the crowd. For some reason, I think he really appreciates the crew of the Star Express. And every time he sees Stella/Kelus, March 7, Dan Han, or familiar faces from Belobog, he brightens up. (well, only if it's not Gepard, coming to arrest his poor ass). 

💜 At the end of the day, after playing hide-and-seek with Gepard and a couple of other guards, arguing with stubborn clients, and a bunch of other not-so-pleasant work, Sampo comes home completely exhausted. But he remembers the unsold scorpions in Crossing, the episode he missed in the morning, and drags himself first to the bathroom, and then to bed. There's a whole night ahead. Which means there's still time to goof around and dedicate time to little silliness and joys. He can still borrow energy from the next day anyway... 

(sorry if there are mistakes. It's first time i'm writing on english😢)

#sampo koski #sampo #sampo headcanons #hsr sampo #hsr headcanons #honkai star rail #hsr #hsr fanart #sampo honkai #honkai star rail sampo #sampo fanart #game fanart #digital art

[scienceandstorytelling]

I would love to hear about your experience as a park ranger! I'm trying to shift my work into park stuff (and nature stuff in general) and I don't know much about park rangers

Aaa hello!

So I was an interpreter at a state park, it was a small park with nothing too dramatic happening (@wild-west-wind is a ranger at a National Park and has more experience than me and talks about it in their park ranger tag). The best part about my park was that it was in a fairly suburban area, about an hour away from a major city, so I feel like it was really valuable for people to find this area of nature that was preserved right here near their homes. One of my goals was to show them that some of the nature there could be found at their own homes as well.

Idk what kind of things you want to know and whether I have the experience to answer it, but I want to say that my main goal was to connect people both to nature in general and, as I said, the nature around them at home. The suburbs can both feel like and actually be somewhat of a wasteland sometimes (this is a main theme in the book of short stories I’m working on). But nature cannot be erased entirely. People’s lawns are made of manicured monoculture grass, but that grass is still a plant. There may be a small group of trees on the corner, but they’re still trees. Butterflies, bees, and other pollinating bugs still come to the exotic and ornamental flowers they plant in their yards. Coyotes, raccoons, and foxes sniff around their trash cans at night. Birds, squirrels, moss, lichen, and countless bugs live in those few trees on the corner. Hawks sit on the backyard fences, and ospreys and herons fly overhead, commuting from fish pond to reservoir. And that’s only the life we’re capable of seeing. The local ecosystem may not be healthy, but it’s always there.

I want to connect people to that kind of thing. I want them to pay attention to the plants and animals that share their neighborhood. They don’t even have to learn species names, it’s enough just to notice that there’s moss on that tree or that there are multiple types of weeds in the crack on the sidewalk or that that one bush is always full of birds in the morning. And the start of that journey might be having me point out wildlife in a slightly more wild setting, teaching them to notice and think about and wonder about various different things. If I point out how the male dragonflies are guarding prime egg-laying spots if you only stop to watch, maybe they’ll wonder what else they can notice if they stop and pay attention to the bugs in their yard. If I show them the little spring flowers under their feet that they didn’t even notice, maybe they’ll look for them as they walk to their mailbox at home. If I teach them to listen to the alarm calls that birds make, maybe it will unlock a whole new soundscape in their backyard.

Connecting to nature is important both for conservation and for our own physical and mental health. The more we care about something, or at least understand it, the more we protect it. People don’t need to come away from my hikes loving vultures, but if they come away understanding that every living thing is connected in our ecosystem, that’s what’s important. They don’t have to like vultures to see the importance of that interconnectedness and consider their own role in it (although liking vultures is always encouraged). And not only is our health linked to the health of the planet, we are also a species that evolved in nature like every other and it is genuinely good for our health to engage with it. Exercise is one thing, but then also just being in the sun improves the quality of sleep you get and increases the production of dopamine and serotonin in your brain. Exposure to nature makes you more relaxed. Being aware of the living things around you is mentally stimulating and makes you feel less alone, and more engaged with the passage of time and the things going on around you. This is why nature accessibility is so important, both in terms of having natural spaces available to people of all income levels and in a way that works with our capitalist work and life schedules and in terms of making it accessible to disabled people, especially those who can’t leave the house. (Side note, I really admire how @geopsych gets people that nature exposure and connection through their photography)

So idk, that’s my mission as a nature educator. Yes, I love infodumping and getting to show people coyote pelts and baby bugs and all the little nature secrets. But that’s the larger goal I carry beyond the self-satisfaction of talking about nature facts. It’s a very big goal but like everything in an ecosystem, little impacts add up, and I hope I’ll be able to make lots of those little impacts throughout my life.

#Ask answered #nature education #nature #park ranger #Cave life #Nature connection

[akinformation]

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I bought a black sapphire. It is very strong. I am willing to do everything I need to to further strengthen me. This is my life’s work...

What do I want for myself? To buy a house, go fishing or, help people, be in the temple. More recently, I was faced with a choice. And everything seemed to depend on this choice. I could either start a family, disappear from everyone, go fishing somewhere in Canada, or live in a house. I mean, I can afford to buy everything now: a house on the river, make friends with grizzlies and all sorts of raccoons, and just fish and build a family and disappear. I had the opportunity to do this. Although it can be said that it is still an illusion. And the second option was based on the fact that there would definitely be an emergency in the world, and everything that I believed would happen would happen, and then there would be a cool new world, and I would be in the middle of this world. And just now, quite recently, I made a decision. I made a decision that I’m going on till the end. I chose my fate, as Big Alexander told me, “I took the cross, and there is no turning back.” This is true. And, of course, “They” up there already knew what would happen. But still, I was given a choice. I made a choice. Probably, if I made the wrong choice, I would just get hit on the head, and I would still come to the choice that I have now made. Well, well, at least I avoided getting hit on the head. So, the choice has already been made. Recently.

I ask you to pay attention to the movie “Glass.” There are a couple of dialogues and monologues which speak very well about faith. And in this film, they show superheroes, regular people, each of which has some kind of power. But a lady doctor tries to make them doubt their abilities. One of them can straighten metal bars. And she says, “I can do that.” And as soon as she says this, he begins to doubt himself, and his doubt suppresses his power. She is part of a secret group that wants to get rid of people with unique abilities so that there are no God- like characters on Earth. It shouldn’t be like that. But one of these superheroes, “Glass’” made video recordings of these people with superpowers, and before he died, he published this video all over the world. There is a dialogue at the end of the film stating that this video caused a crazy upheaval in humanity because when people saw it, they found faith. And this faith turned on many people and activated their unique abilities. That is how the chain started.

#alternativehistory #GreatWork #magnumopus #alchemy #axismundi

[rantsintechnicolor]

I’m sad today; the dead whale and pie

I am sad today for many reasons. Those two barrels don’t taste very good. I still haven’t taken the donations to the Hospice thrift shop. I forgot to get that order together. I had my first mammogram today (which was fine, nice lady touching my breasts to arrange me on the machine, so what’s not to like? Lol. squish). Things just aren’t working today: the drip tray is not draining, the trunk line for CO2 is not connected so I have to go again to exchange tanks, but I haven’t time today. The people that say they are interested in using our pressed fruit aren’t returning my messages and the pulp is just rotting out there and I don’t have time to take it to the field to compost it today. And there is more fruit to press. And this time last year Hal was still my friend, though I found out I would not be his lover. And the other person I thought would be my lover, well…

I’m definitely going to knock off early from work. But what can I do to cheer myself up? There was one day around 2008 when W’s dad was asking her to co-sign a loan, an enormous loan, the kind of loan that fucks up the rest of her ones if goes into default. He wouldn’t tell her what it was for, didn’t have a good reason for why he needed it. Just told her she wouldn’t understand, which is absolutely not true as W is one of the most savvy in market and economics I’ve ever met. So she told him no. As it turned out, this was the beginning of a federal investigation into her dad’s business dealings which would eventually end with him in federal prison for fraud. We would learn that he lost his retirement, his wife’s retirement, his son’s mother in law’s retirement, and the life savings of countless others. W’s parents lost their big, beautiful house in the hills of Orange County, the one W grew up in. It was sold to pay court costs and probably satisfy some of the claimants that brought the suit. The only thing they had left to survive on was their pensions, luckily enough to live on. Still, it was a very depressing time.

My work as an environmental biologist for state parks was going great at the time, though it would take its turn. In fact, a whale had just washed up on the shore. That doesn’t happen every day. There’s nothing like a dead whale to cheer up your glum spouse when her dad has gotten himself into a pickle of a ponsi scheme, right?

Nothing like it, indeed. 

The sun was approaching the horizon and the sky was changing color. The marine layer several miles offshore glowed golden. The blustery day was easing into a breezy evening as we traipsed down the boardwalk through the dune lake and coastal dune plant communities. Not everything was blooming but there were some lovely colorful flowers, sun cups and dune poppies and sea rocket, purple and yellow and orange. We caught sight of the least tern fledglings on the bridge over the lake where they were learning to fish, and those goofy fuzzy clumsy doofuses with their colorful leg bands were adorable. We saw a few rabbits and I pointed out raccoon, coyote, and owl tracks. As we crested the last dune to the beach, there it was, a juvenile humpback whale, still rolling in the surf due to the steepness of the beach and a berm of deposited sand. It kept rolling it back into the water, and the tidal motions kept trying to push it back up the berm. Its gray hide was scraped pink and gashed in places, presumably polished off by sand and torn by whatever rocks it had met. It’s slack jaw opening and closing as the water rushed in and around its enormous, baleened mandible, which seemed out of proportion for the size of the animal, as if it hadn’t grown into it yet. A few gulls tried to perch on the carcass, but it was an unsteady surface and they quickly abandoned it. And it did smell strongly, the ranicid blubber and putrescent muscle mixing with the smell of the shoreline and rotting kelp that also washed up on the beach. (The following day, one of our crew would brave the surf to get a chain around the tail which would be attached to the largest tractor at the park. The operator, big old crotchety Ted (retired, this was his fun retirement job), would haul it up to a level spot out of the surf, under which he would later dig its resting place. But before that, biologists from a series of curious natural history museums and colleges would descend upon it with their whaling gear (really, it’s the best stuff for the necropsy of a whale) and take samples and measurements. I have a photo of a woman proudly, smugly holding an eyeball that was bigger than her fist. When they were done, Ted would dig that grave next to the whale, shove it in, and and push sand to cover it up, like he did with all the large dead elephant seals and sea lions (there is a mass grave of them out there in the dunes somewhere; what will anthropologists think when they find it).)

While not the most uplifting sight, it certainly did break up the monotony, it certainly was a temporary distraction, and the physical activity was probably good for us. So. Yeah. Nothing cheers a person up more than sunset with a dead whale… But there is no dead whale for me to walk to today. So I guess I’ll make a pie.

#dead whale #how to cheer someone up #need some cheering up #cheer up #pie #sad #financial crises #fraud in the family #writing #creative writing

[wandering-solo-forgood]

Muse Preferences!

DON’T REBLOG, REPOST!

Color coded

Mike, Victoria, Madelyn, Kenzie, Joel, Tess and Nat.

Animal:

Dogs, cats, birds, simple. Basic answer. No need to make it long.

Oh! Well dogs, lizards, snakes, bears, raccoons- We will be here all day. Hey!

Dogs, they are man's best friend. The long walks for the dog though..

Such an easy question but hard to answer.. Anything that ain't attacking I guess. Cheap way to avoid it. I accept that.

Dogs and horses, good animals. Horses are pretty nice.

Can't really say, a cat I guess? Dependant thing. So are some fish if you think about it. I suppose.

Horses, wolves, and squirrels. Odd trio. Not basic at least.

Flower:

Camellias, remind me of someone dear. Aww, you talking about- No! No-

Chionodoxa! Glory-of-the-snow. I like the way chionodoxa sounds.

This is gonna sound basic.. But sunflowers. A little bit of sunshine that was grown on Earth. Exactly!

Chrysanths, it's a beautiful flower.

Blue hydrangeas. No reason why? No.

Gladiolus if I had to pick.

Uh.. Marigold?

Coffee:

Black, two spoons of sugar. You pick a strong coffee so it isn't even sweet.. It's meant to wake you up not to enjoy it.

Mh.. A dark chocolate coconut iced coffee, it's the best! You spend two hours making it. I deserve a nice treat when I'm up!

I go with a hot cup from the nearest coffee place, four sugars, some creamer and that's it. Lotta money wasted. It's my money, plus I always get Shaun a donut. Can get behind that.

I just toss a couple of coffee beans into my mouth and call it a day. Are they at least chocolate covered..? No, why? Oh my God. I don't see why I should pay extra for the chocolate coating.

Just a black coffee is good. Maybe some half and half. Huh, no sugar? No.

Normally, sugar, creamer but if handed a cup with nothing I still drink it. Coffee is coffee. So you aren't picky is what you're saying. Basically.

I'm a fan of cappuccino and expresso. You shouldn't be drinking it in general. Yeah, it might not be so healthy when you're young.. Oh fuck off.

Tea:

Not really.. A tea drinker. Me either, if I'm sick maybe. Iced tea is all I would drink. I mean, I can say the same.

A fan favorite has to be grapefruit honeybush. Odd tea choice.. It's a delicious drink! Your choices are always weird.

Some kind of mint tea. It's relaxing on a cold day. Ooo, yes! Cuddled up with a book or a movie..

Raspberry iced tea. That sounds pretty good right about now to be honest. Yeah, that's why I got one. Share? No.

It's.. It's literally leaf water. Uh... I guess a cinnamon based tea? A good choice for the Holidays. Yeah!

Drink:

Water. If it isn't coffee or some smoothie Vic made it's what I'm usually drinking. You really like letting her do things for you. We do things for each other, she just likes doing food related stuff.

Ugh, that's a toughie.. Maybe blueberry, strawberry, banana, kale, spinach, aloe vera and ginger, along with supplements for things I don't get from my vegan lifestyle. I'm literally gagging thinking of EATING aloe vera! Why would you put that in a smoothie?! It's good for you! Yeah maybe for those who can stomach it!

An ice cold pop or a warm Dr.Pepper, both pretty good. Hold up, WARM? You heat it up purposely?! I mean, you never tried a nice warm Dr.Pepper with lemon? NO! Missing out.

Whatever is cheap at the store. Good Lord.. I'm on the move I don't really care.

Ice water with lemon is kinda refreshing I guess. So a step above Mike. Really, kid? Just saying.

Iced tea, preferably some kind of fruit tea. Orange tea is damn good. I think I'll stick with lemon.

Monster energy. No! Kid that is horrible for you. I like to drink five cans. STOP!

Alcoholic Beverage:

Nice whiskey, chilled glass. An honest good choice. Whiskey is a woman's best friend.

Rose infused vodka, it's a taste you gotta grow to love. You infuse vodka... With roses? Yes. That's Vic for you.

I like barefoot wine. The brand is a personal favorite. Funky name.

Ehhh.. Anything strong. You know it's supposed to be a single drink. Fineee.. Long island iced tea. Okay

I swear to God if you say anything here. Whaat? Me? Yes you. Too bad! It's a salty dog. You ain't even legally allowed yet! Honey, please. What? You gonna stop me?

Food:

Vic makes this really good vegan curry. Are you also vegan? No, we eat out and I get steaks. Just don't complain to the one cooking.

Roasted kale and mushrooms is recently a favorite of mine. Roasted mushrooms are so tasty.. I know!

Turkey avocado panini, Shaun adores them. Aw, cute.

Toss chicken into a pan with whatever I got on hand. That could go so well or so horrible. Sometimes but it's mainly not to do much, I ain't a good cook. I see this.

Can't go wrong with a good burger. There are a lotta good fast food chains for them. Can get them nearly anywhere.

I'm not really that picky, anything is good. I can agree, food is food.

... I mainly eat frozen dinners or premade stuff stores sell. You don't cook for yourself? No.

Dessert:

Ehhh.. Not really a sweets person. Maybe that coconut ice cream a local place sells. It is SO good and creamy..

Cherry pie, it's one of the best kind. What about a mixed berry pie? Ooo, yes.

Sweet potato fries with cinnamon sugar. That's a good choice for a snack. You bet your sweet ass it is.

Maybe just a regular cupcake. A safe choice.

Apple dumplings. They are easy to take on the go!

Cake pops. Didn't expect that kinda answer.

Article of Clothing:

Comfy sweaters.

Oversized hoodies!

Comfy sweat pants.

Leather jackets.

Watches.

Good bras.

Old family shirts.

Candy:

Not really a candy person either, aha.. Seriously?

Candied fruits. Real fruity ain't ya? I just choose a more healthy lifestyle.

God, I could go for some peach rings.. Honestly, me too.

Just toss me a twix. With their whole left vs right? Eh.

Chocolate, can't go wrong with a normal chocolate bar. That I agree with.

Left or Right Handed?:

Left.

Right!

Right, though I try to use left.

Ambidextrous, through forced learning.

Right.

Left.

Ambidextrous, naturally.

Sloppy or Neat Writing?:

Neat.

Sloppy..

Bit of both.

Sloppy, still readable.

Neatish.

Sloppy at times.

Neat, has to be.

Clean or Messy Room?:

Clean.

Clean!

Clean... Ish.

Messy as fuck.

Clean.

Messy.

.. Soo messy.

Shower in Morning or Night?:

Morning.

Night.

Depends on the day.

Night.

Morning.

Afternoon.

Night.

Tasks done Early or Last Minute?:

Early, why do them last minute? You have DONE them last second before! Shh.

Both.. Aha, I forget at times.. We all have those moments. Honestly, it's fine. Yeahh, don't sweat it.

Early, I pile on too many so I get them done around the same time panicking.

Ehh, last minute.

Early.. I have too much to do.

Love Language:

Quality time and giving.

Physical touch, quality time and words of affirmation!

Acts of service and giving.

Words of affirmation..

Quality time and acts of service.

Physical touch.

Giving and acts of service.

Believe in Love at First Sight?:

Love at first sight.. I believe it is a thing others can experience once in a lifetime. I had already experienced mine and I accept I won't have another moment like it. It's a gift half the time to have that moment but it's horrible when it doesn't work out.

Love.. I know Mike experienced it before, I don't wanna discredit his love at first sight. I just don't believe it, it definitely happens for some but.. And I mean this with no disrespect, but it's people who're desperate for love most times. Love is like.. Flowers, it takes time to grow and bloom.

I originally thought it was a thing but love at first sight is terrible to go after. It's not something you should try and reach yourself. Take time to find someone, slowly fall with them.

Eh.. Love is something I don't expect, not my field of expertise if ya catch my drift. Love.. Love is for some people, those who wanna spend their time with others, who wanna express themselves in a weaker manner. I.. I can't. I'm cagey with my heart and it will continue to be like that.

Always go after what you want but be respectful of the person, I don't believe in love at first sight often, but it happens.

You can fall in love with an animal at first sight, or some clothing. It's iffy, just try not to go overboard with it.

Ugh.. Love. It's just shit going on with your brain, we all wanna procreate, well most wanna at least. Love is stupid, I don't trust it, I don't think I would ever fall in love and that's by choice.

Tagged by: @theovergrowth

Tagging: Anyone, steal it

#Questionable Issues -Mike Schmitz- #Animal Lover -Victoria Schmitz- #Sole Survivor -Madelyn Smith- #Lone Wanderer -Kenzie Clifton- #A lost man -Joel Miller- #Smuggling woman -Tess- #Papers! Get'em! -Nat Wright- #What do you mean it's a fun game? -Dash game- #Hoo.. -Long post- #[ This took such a long time holy fuck ]

[no-lovers-fool]

Switches are like fucking gold right now so I invested in a Nintendo 3ds so I could Join The Fun of playing animal crossing but now it’s literally all I do.

If anyone else is in my boat & playing new leaf hit me up and I’ll give you my friiiiiendddd coooooodeeee

#i don’t clean #i don’t sleep #i just fish so i can pay this raccoon

[imaginestuffs]

Eavesdrop- Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count:1391

warnings: fluff!! very slight implied sex, possible grammar/ spelling errors. I think that's everything

Summary: the reader tells Bucky about her day, and eavesdropping coworker. they decide to give her a conversation to listen in on. (do you guys want a part 2 to see what happens?)

(y/f/c)=your favorite candy

(gif not mine!)

There you sat on your bed across from your boyfriend talking about your day. Your hair was wet from just being washed and your lazy makeup removal caused black rings to collect under your eyes. Causing you to look like as your boyfriend says a raccoon. He has a big smile on his face as he looks at you wondering how he got so lucky to have you in his arms every night.

There was a bag of (y/f/c) sitting in front of you as the soft drone of reruns sounded in the back of your conversation.

“So Lyssa is sitting there talking about the problems she’s having with Thomas. I was across from her like usual and then Amanda (you can change the name if it’s yours!:) ) comes walking by and sits down. Now Amanda always eavesdrops and so we decided to switch up the conversation. We didn’t want her nosing around Lyssa’s love life you know.” you spoke with exaggerated hand movements. Bucky nodded along, always paying close attention to your stories.

“Ok, so we switched to the topic of grading our student’s papers. My kids have their big creative writing assignment due. Remember?” you ask. “Yeah doll, I remember,” Bucky confirms. “I was just telling Lyssa about it, and how excited I was to read all the work they have done. Amanda seriously scooted her chair closer. She tried to do it all discreetly but it was blatantly obvious what she was doing. I was asking Lyssa for some advice on who would be the best literary figure to study next. Because you know I value her opinion and love to have some insight on to what others would want to study next.” you continued. Bucky tried to bite back a laugh as you went on.

“Just as Lyssa was going to speak Amanda plopped her nosey ass self down right next to us.” you huff and Bucky lets out a chuckle. “What it’s true! She’s so nosey!” you complain to him. “She sounds like it, now what happened?” he asked you to continue your story.

“She sits next to us and interrupts Lyssa. She says. ‘You know you can’t do that right? You can’t ask what to do next in class, you should do it yourself. A good teacher could do that by themselves.’ “ you repeat her words in a mocking tone. Your boyfriend looks at you with a big grin and is trying to bite back laughter.

“Lyssa looked at her like she was fucking crazy. Which she obviously is. Like how would I not be a good teacher because I ask another teacher for advice!?” you raise your voice as you raise the rhetorical question. “She continues to drone on until I finally get sick of it and interrupt her ok, cause you know, we’ve had enough. So I say ‘Asking for advice doesn’t make me a bad teacher, it means I want a different opinion so I can choose the best thing for my kids. Now, why don’t you stop sticking your nose into business that isn’t yours, because I asked for her advice, not yours and I asked for her opinion, not yours? I’d appreciate it if you would leave us be and let us have our conversation. Thanks, Amanda have a great day.’ That’s what I said to her.” you spoke letting out a big breath you held as you spoke so passionately. Bucky smiled with a bit of pride glinting in his eyes. “The look on her face was priceless. Her eyes were wider than saucers Buck! Her mouth was opening and closing like a fish! A fish!” you exclaim popping another piece of candy into your mouth. Bucky let out a breathy laugh at your exasperation.

“Lyssa and I gave her a big smile and waved. She grabbed her papers and coffee storming away with the look of the queen of hearts when she’s angry. It was hilarious Bucky. We laughed so hard honestly. I think I almost peed myself.” you explained with the wave of your hands. Bucky just sat and watched you thinking to himself how much he loves you, how you tell him everything about your day and all the drama that happens while you’re at your job. It’s such a slice of normalcy in his crazy life.

You picked up candy and held it out towards Bucky, he opened his mouth and allowed you to place the candy inside. “Anyway, I chose William Wordsworth to study next. I’m very excited for the kids to learn about romanticism as you know it’s one of my favorite eras of literature.” you smiled at him with a shrug.

Bucky let out a laugh and nodded his head. “Well you’ve had quite the day haven’t you doll?” he says. “Yes, yes I have, and I am so happy to be home. I’ve missed you so much,” you said and leaned forward to kiss his cheeks. You could feel the warmth of the blush on his cheeks. It made you smile.

“I missed you too, I always do,” he said back and did the same to you his stubble scratching the soft skin of your warm face.

He sat back and looked at you with love-filled eyes, you smiled and held his hands. Lifting his them to press kisses on them.

He pulled you to him with your hands locked in his. You giggled as he tugged you into his lap letting your hands go to wrap his arms around you. Slipping his hands under his shirt that you worse dutifully every night. You lifted your hands to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. You lean down and place a kiss on his lips mumbling an I love you against his lips. “I love you too Sweetheart,” he responded.

“Just so you know, I think you’re a fantastic teacher,” he said and you let your smile grow.

“You think so?” you asked and bite your lips trying to stop your smile from growing even more than it had. He pressed his lips to your smile and nodded. “Yeah, I really do.”

“You know Buck, I think the kids would love you,” you say and run your fingers through his hair. “You think so?” he asked. You nodded happily. “Yeah, I really do.” you copied each other’s previous answer and you giggled.

“Well maybe you’ll have to teach me about the romantic era so I can show off a bit.” he nuzzled his nose against yours then scrunched his up as he smiled. You leaned forward and kissed his scrunched-up nose and smiled when his eyes opened. “Well, what do you want to know, my love?” you question with a raised brow.

“Hmm.” he hummed while holding you closer and resting his forehead against yours.

“Everything,” he answers your question. Suddenly he leans forward and you land on your back lying on your plush bedding. Kisses being littered across any inch of skin that was uncovered. You laughed out loud and grabbed his face in your hands pulling him up to kiss you. He hummed against your lips.

“Does this count as romanticism?” he smiled against your lips. “Not exactly Buck,” you giggled and placed one last kiss on his lips. He untangles himself from you and lied on his back before pulling you into his side.

“You know, I think Amanda would love you. A new person to eavesdrop on,” you said and looked at him. You felt his chest rumble with laughter. “I guess we’ll have to give her something interesting to hear then Huh?” he questioned suggestively with a raised brow. You slap his chest playfully. “We’d be in school Bucky!” you laugh a bit. “Alright I guess we could just talk about what happened the night before.” he winked at you. You hide your face in his chest and laugh. “You are going to be the death of me Barnes,” you mumble and place a kiss on his chest.

“I didn’t hear a no,” he said. You giggled. “No, you didn’t,” you said and looked up at him.

He looked down at you and grinned like the Cheshire cat.

“Now let’s do something to discuss for Amanda.” he rolled on top of you and kiss your lips while you laughed between kisses.

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[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

So....we're gonna get a story about that playboy outfit right? Because I've been saying for the longest that sub Luisa does not get the recognition she deserves

The lesbians have infiltrated my inbox like raccoons- I shall feed you all while I pspsps in a dark alley.

(Also they're referring to THIS adorable post;

Opening the Encanto was a change for everyone. Not only did it bring new people, new cultures, it also brought new concepts. Like money. Until the Encanto opened to the world, money wasn't a thing. You just had something, and you needed it. It wasn't a thing that affected the town too much-unless you wanted to buy from foreign merchants. Which is what Luisa was trying to do. Her dad's birthday was next month, and she saw just the most stunning metronome in the merchant's quare. But, she had no money.

Thankfully, she WAS offered a job. A job that required a...uniform.

"Luisa honey, you almost done?"

Her new 'boss' was a friend of the merchant, and bought the gift for her, letting her pay it back by working at her club. Luisa struggled in the changing room, the outfit a bit...much.

"Just one second! I've uh. Never worn something like this before."

"Well just don't take too long, everyone is so excited to meet you!"

She groaned as she looked at herself in the mirror. A leather one piece that BARELY covered her chest, black boots that almost reached her knees, and a set of floppy bunny ears. She felt ridiculous. But she wasn't above work, especially to give her Pa a good gift. She walked out, and the woman looked overjoyed, touching her arm in admiration. Luisa didn't mind it, especially since she was such a sweet lady.

"So it uh. Doesn't look bad?"

"Absolutely not! You look wonderful honey! Come on now, we're running a little behind!"

Luisa wasn't looking forward to this. The idea of men ogling her and catcalling her while she served them drinks- sounded gross. Least, that's what she thought the club was, until she walked in. There wasn't a man in sight. It was all women. Very...physically affectionate women. The light's were dim, she could smell shitty bar food and slight wisps of smoke. She felt eyes on her in a heartbeat, and she found herself shrinking.

"I uh. You sure I can't just carry stuff or-"

"Honey, you'll be fine! They're like that with new fish. Once you get comfortable, this'll be like your second home. Let's show you around!"

She walked Luisa to the bar, trying to ignore the gazes. She wasn't sure what those looks were, just that there wasn't a lack of them. She motioned to the woman behind the counter, a younger woman with dark hair, dolled up in a suit. She looked sharp. She looked Luisa up and down, gently whistling.

"Oh. You weren't kidding when you said she was an eye catcher."

"Right? Luisa, this is Martha, she's going to take good care of you. Now, I'm going to head to my office, paperwork to do. You come find me if anyone gives you problems."

With a pat to her bicep, the bubbly older woman left, leaving her with the firm faced woman. Martha held a gloved hand to her, shaking her hand.

"It's nice to meet you. Been working here long?"

"Since the place opened, yes. She's a friend of my family, so I offered. She tell you what your job is?"

"Uh yeah. I serve people, right?"

Martha nodded at another bunny in the corner. She was in the lap of another woman, showering her in attention as she drank her wine.

"And entertainment, upon request."

"She...didn't mention that part."

"She was worried it'd spook you. You're new, so you'll get a few of them. Don't worry though, they can keep their hands to themselves. For the most part. Now, let's get started."

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Luisa thought she'd hate it here. Thought maybe she'd even be bad at this. Maybe it was just because it was her first week here, but it turns out, she was REALLY good at this. The woman were all different, but they all were friendly to her. Luisa was on her way back to the bar, about to pick up some drinks, when yet again, someone called out to her.

"Hey, Lulu! Do the thing again, my friend missed it!"

She sighed. She was hoping she'd get the next round of drinks before this, but oh well. Make them happy. She put the tray down, lifted her arms up, and flexed. The way they all squealed in delight got to her head, just a bit. She had been cheered for her strength before, by men and women alike. But this was so different. This was adoration, this was the sound of MANY women swooning for her. When they seemed satisfied, at least for now, she picked up her tray, making it back to the bar. Martha chuckled, putting the drinks on her tray for her.

"You're on fire tonight, Luisa."

"Yeah, you're stealing all our tables, cottontail."

A fellow server, Amy, stuck her tongue out at her playfully. Turns out, she got along VERY well with her coworkers too. Luisa shrugged.

"Sorry. If it helps, I don't get it either, you're WAY prettier than me."

Amy scoffed, as if she was offended. Then Satsuma followed suit, then Aubrey, then the rest of the servers seemed to huddle around her.

"Girl no, you say that again, imma get so pissed."

"Did someone say you weren't? Give me a table, I'll spit in their food."

"You're SO pretty, Luisa!"

Luisa couldn't lie, being pampered by so many women who quickly became her friends was honestly...nice. She found herself getting red in the face as she nervously hugged her arm.

"Aw, guys...really, that's sweet."

"Hate to interrupt this Luisa fest, which I love, good support girls,"

Her boss, Babs, immediately broke into the Luisa love circle, taking a hold of her hand.

"But I need to borrow her. Girls, handle her tables for her, she's going to be with me for the rest of the day."

They took care of Luisa's work, without hesitation. Luisa looked at her boss as she escorted her to a room in the back.

"Do you guys need help in the kitchen again? I'm telling you, losing stuff behind the stove that often isn't normal-"

"No no. I need you to entertain this reserved party for me. You have a fridge full of everything you need in there, just serve them and look pretty."

"You're panicking- they important?"

"Very. Very important clients, who are as rich as they are gay. They've critiqued EVERYTHING in here, even the size of the fucking ice. People like you, so this is a job just for you."

Babs held both her hands as they stopped in front of the door.

"If you make them all happy, you can consider your debt paid. Genuinely, I need this to go perfectly. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am."

"That's my girl. Now go on!"

Luisa was always a yes gal. Never really finding a way to say no to people, even if she wanted to. She took a deep breath, and walked right in. There were so many women in here, each one just. Oh so pretty. She felt herself clam up for a second, especially under their judgemental gaze. She licked her lips, before forcing herself to speak.

"Uh. Hello, ladies. I'm Luisa, I'm here to serve you all."

She felt like a lamb in a lions den. So many predatory eyes, so many sets of licked lips. One of them (a rather tall, long haired woman. The room seemed to focus on her, giving off the vibe that she was the leader), looked at her, a grin over her glossy lips.

"Oh, so YOU'RE Lulu. We've heard SO much about you."

"Think she's the only interesting thing about this place, Sonya."

She nodded in agreement. She motioned for the girls to scoot over a bit, before gesturing for Luisa to approach.

"She's right. Sit down for a moment, won't you? Humor us for a while."

"Yes ma'am."

She sat down, as she was told, and she immediately felt the girls swarm her like bees. Sonya let one of her nails drag down her bicep, humming in approval.

"You're a big girl, aren't you? I bet your girlfriend likes these muscles of yours."

"She does. Is what I'd say if I had one."

The girls muttered amongst themselves, as if in disbelief.

"What? No way! But you're so pretty!"

One woman felt at her other bicep, giving it a bit of a squeeze.

"And so strong!"

"And so big! Look at these broad shoulders, I'm SWOONING!"

"L-ladies, please..."

She was feeling a little embarrassed. So many sets of soft hands, smells of pretty and expensive perfumes overwhelmed her nostrils. Hands on her arms, her shoulders, and a few even trailed up her legs.

"Such NICE legs too!"

"Okay but like, look at this pretty hair! It's done up so beautifully! Oh I WISHED my hair looked this nice!"

The hand fiddling with a strand of her hair made her chuckle. All these pretty ladies thought SHE was pretty? It was a lot at once.

"Thanks. My dad did it for me."

The room flooded with 'awww's, all in pure adoration.

"Awww! She's a daddy's girl!"

"She's so cute!"

"Oh I could just eat you up!!"

"Sonya, you've been quiet!"

Sonya had been doing nothing but playing with her bicep while everyone else voiced praises for her. Sonya reached up to grab her face, letting her thumb caress her bottom lip.

"You have such nice lips. You must get girls wanting to kiss you often, don't they?"

"If uh...if they do, I dunno anything about it."

"Well. You will now, won't you?"

She pulled Luisa to her, pressing her lips against hers. It was a simple kiss, nothing crazy, but it still left her head spinning. The taste if black cherries clung to her lips once she pulled away.

"I...I uh..."

"Hey! I want a turn!"

Before Luisa could stop it, another set of lips were on hers. Then another. And another. She found herself losing track at how many women were kissing her, especially given the way the other hands moved. They were greedy now, squeezing and rubbing and searching. Heat singed her face once one of the hands drifted to right between her legs. The woman who was kissing her stopped as another spoke, pushing her attire aside in order to look at her embarrassingly wet pussy.

"Sonya, she's wet! And so CUTE! Can we play with her, please please please?!"

Sonya held one of her hands, decorating her skin with kisses and leaving purple smudges across her skin.

"Only if she asks. Do you want us to keep going, sweetheart?"

She hesitated. Even as the woman continued to smear different colored lipstick against her skin, even as they kept massaging and muttering praises over her body, she wondered if she should truly let herself be at their mercy. She was tempted to say no, when one woman's nails tickled against the back of her neck. Something about the way her shuddering made them giggle, just drove her crazy.

"Yes ma'am. P-please."

"Aw, daddy raised her with such manners! My turn!"

Said woman pressed her lips against hers, surprising her by sneaking her tongue right into her mouth. Other girls continued to savor her, tongues and lips against whatever part they could get their hands on. She jumped a bit upon feeling fingers graze against her wetness. Sonya cupped her cheek in her hand, hishing her in comfort.

"Calmase, my little pet. We're gentle with our toys. Just relax. Look at me with those pretty eyes of yours. You understand mommy?"

Luisa nodded, feeling her toes curl upon feeling a finger slowly push inside of her. The only fingers that had ever been inside of her were her own, so having a strangers inside was so...different. Luisa wanted to lean in to kiss Sonya again, only to have her pull away, wagging a finger in front of her face. Like a good girl, Luisa immediately knew what to do.

"I understand, mommy, r-really I do."

"Such a good girl."

Luisa lost herself in the hand touches and kisses. She practically melted into all their holds as the woman continued to finger her. One finger turned into two, two into three, before she seemed to grow bored of it, and just use her mouth. Luisa fought the urge to jump upon the feeling of a small, wet tongue lapping at her wet folds. She wanted to hold her head, in order to push against her cute face, but her hands were clearly busy, being buried in kisses upon kisses. That is, until that wasn't good enough.

Then they started to use her hands for more filthy ways. They used her fingers to rub at their own pussies, to grab at their tits, to shove in their mouths, to shove in other's mouths. Luisa wasn't even trying to do anything, she was just being touched and groped to their satisfaction. The one eating her pussy chuckled, getting a big head over the fluids dripping down her chin.

"I think someone's getting close! Hasn't anyone eaten you out before?"

Luisa tried to stop the drool from running down her chin, but she was failing.

"Uh...n-no. I don't uh, usually have time for this sorta thing. Or uh...girls don't look at me like that."

The room was in an uproar, even as everyone continued their actions.

"That's so dumb! Honey bunny, I'll be your girlfriend!"

"What if I want dibs!?"

"Nu uh, she's too pretty to share!"

Sonya held a hand up to silence everyone, before pinching Luisa's cheek.

"There's more than enough of her to share, girls."

"We can ALL be her girlfriend! Oh that's perfect!"

Luisa gave a weak nod. The one at her pussy hadn't stopped at all, grabbing her legs tightly, and forcing Luisa to smother her with her thighs. She'd tell them the sky was red if it meant keeping her from stopping. Her nose pushed against her clit, her lips and tongue slurped her up- it was killing her. Sonya held her face, letting herself lips bury themselves in the crook of her neck.

"Why don't you cum for us, honey? You're so pretty and precious. We'd love to see a big girl like you cum."

"Yeah, cum all over her face, Luisa!"

"She's going to look so cute! I bet she bites her bottom lip!"

"I bet she curls her cute little toes!"

"I bet her body gets all tense!"

It turns out, Luisa did all three. She only lasted a few more seconds before cumming right into that girl's mouth, swearing under her breath, before biting her bottom lip, hard enough to make it hurt. The woman ate her out the whole way through, only showing mercy when Luisa started to whine. She pulled away, and Luisa was about to say thank you, when another woman took her place, kneeling in front of her, and enveloping her pussy in her mouth. Luisa didn't know how long they'd keep her. But she'd be patient.

She was a good little bunny.

#asks #not transformers #lemon #encanto #lesbians #here you go #pspsp

[notsogoodangel]

Finally done: Children of Dead AU AKA an SBI Royal/Antarctic Empire AU which actually includes both Fundy and Kristin. More info under the cut

also ignore typos in the drawing, I did the text at like 2 am

The Antarctic Empire seemed to pop out of nowhere, and just as fast as it appear, it became among the most prosperous and wealthiest (and most dangerous) kingdoms in the world. The world was in shock figuring out how an adventurer, who first came into view from a pathetic death, became the ruler of such a prosperous empire. Although once meeting the royal family, one begins to understand. Emperor Philza, also known as the Angel of Death, a man later became known for his wisdom and bravery. He will always raising to the occasion, of course, if he believe in it, and destroy anything that stands in his path. The empress is Death herself, always kind to everyone who doesn’t run from her and her touch and to be feared if you ever go against her. They formed a family that almost seems too perfect for running the place the call home. The oldest son is almost perfect soldier, seemingly never loosing a battle and always knowing how to plan to their next expansion of their territory. The crown prince has a way with words that makes everyone listen, always trying to get the upper hand and his pride always seeking what’s the most optimal outcome during a meeting. The youngest of the emperor and empress children is a loud young man that is never afraid to speak his mind, fight for any occasion to protect the empire and his family, trying to improve any injustice that may ever plague the kingdom. The crown prince’s son is focused on making the empire structurally stable, always focusing on the infrastructure and improving the technology.

Secondary characters

Ranboo: 

He was taken in by Phil when he was 15, but he really seems to be adopted by Techno than by him.

Not an official prince, but under the protection of the royal family.

Still half enderman and half something else.

He is the same age as Tommy, and they get along well-enough.

Tubbo: 

He is not adopted by the royal family, but might as well be.

Even though he is a citizen of Manberg, he spends most of his time in the empire, specially hanging out with Tommy, Ranboo, and Purpled.

Son of Captain Sparklez, his uncle is Schlatt and Puffy, and Dream is his cousin.

Half goat and half sheep (that’s the couple horn).

Purpled:

An ex-child soldier, rescued and taken in by Ponk and Punz (his biological-older brother).

He was REALLY good at his job, and still continues the mercenary work, but he actually makes money out of it.

He is an alien hybrid, which is among the rarest hybrids, and has very little drawbacks.

He hangs out in the castle because he can and nobody can stop him.

Sam: 

A prince with so many brothers that is near impossible for him to become a king, so he moved to the empire and helps in the building of it with the help of Foolish.

A raccoon-creeper hybrid, and connected to Tommy very fast because of it.

He is in a relationship with Ponk, and lives with him, Purpled and Punz.

He can explode, and tries his best to control his angel... and he is scared of cats, which works out because Ponk is allergic to them.

Schlatt

Phil’s old adventure buddy (look, I love their Hexxit series, fight me)

President of Manberg, although not for long because he dies near the end of his first term. After that he haunts, Quackity, Tubbo and Phil, although mostly Quackity. 

He has the Revive Book, because his family is cursed and all males died young and he is looking for a way to stop it or extended the dying.

He is Sparklez’s and Puffy’s cousin, although he did help raise Tubbo since they travel a lot.

5up: 

Fundy’s childhood friend (and later boyfriend)

He is a nature spirit, specifically a radish. All nature spirits are connected to a plant, and this helps him to stay connect to this realm because again, he is a spirit. 

He tries to spend as much time in the empire with Fundy but the weather is hard on him, and staying in another realm can be hard.

Minor characters

Sally: A fish-hybrid that comes to the empire when the water is not frozen solid, and despite that, she is married to Wilbur and gave birth to Fundy, making her the princess of the empire.

Squid kid: A squid-hybrids that comes to the empire year-round and helps Techno keep his crops when he knows he is going away for a battle for an extended period of time. Techno only does this because he hates machines, and prefers manual labor. 

Ponk: A dreamon-hybrid (hides it) mercenary and doctor who keeps an eye in Punz and specially Purpled. Usually the middle man between any hits someone may request.

Punz: A alien-hybrid (recessive) mercenary and ex-child soldier. While he lives under Ponk and Sam’s roof, he doesn’t really listen to them as he is only there because he cares about Purpled... also he doesn’t listen to anyone unless you pay him.

Extra info: 

Tubbo, Dream, Puffy, Sparklez and Schlatt are all biologically connected. The “C” on Tubbo and Schlatt’s name stand for Captain, which is the family name. Don’t ask why is in the beginning of their names, they don’t know either. Their curse consist in that all males in the family will die young, usually tragically (Sparklez drowns in one of his travels and Schlatt dies alone from a heart attack). While the females will start to forget things if they are not consistent, for example, they will remember how to garden if they are a farmer, but they will forget they have a child if they live alone for an extended period of time.

Dream is the rules of the Greater SMP, although he hates the idea of being the face of the country since he hates people being up in his personal business, doesn’t like attention, he has personal beef with Techno and Tommy and that is not good for public relations when you hate two of the princes of one of the most powerful empires in the world; and his uncle runs a country that is not connected to his at all (aside from being to war in the past, but Schlatt wasn’t president then). So he still rules, but put Eret as a figure head as he has good personal relations with Wilbur and they actually like the attention.

There’s a small secret revolution against Wilbur going on the Antarctic Empire run by Blop and Oreli and many other of the people Wilbur used as experiment and torture during his “rebellious” phase. They mostly just want to torture and no-canonically kill him.

Hannah and George are also nature spirits. George is a mushroom spirit and Hannah is a rose one. George lives in Kinoko Kingdom with Karl (not a hybrid, but just a straight up an interdimensional being) and Sapnap, a fire-demon hybrid, and they are visited by Dream, who’s a sheep-dreamon hybrid, Quackity (a duck hybrid) and BBH (straight up demon and Sapnap’s dad). Hannah, on the other hand, lives on the Empire in a green rose, and works as a mercenary with Purpled. They sometimes work together, but most of the time they just train together.

Quackity is the vice-president during Schlatt presidency, and takes the mantle of presidency when he dies. He wants to run, but he after entering in a relationship with Karl and Sapnap he stops and moves to Kinoko. 

#dream smp #dsmp philza #ph1lza #dsmp kristin #dsmp techno #technoblade #dsmp wilbur #wilbur soot #dsmp tommy #tommyinnit #dsmp fundy #fundy #dsmp ranboo #ranboo #dsmp tubbo #tubbo #dsmp purpled #purpled #dsmp awesamdude #awesamdude #dsmp schlatt #jschlatt #5up #I mention to many people in the keep reading so I'm not tagging them #sleepy bois inc #sleepy bois au #dream smp au #angel's art #antarctic empire #sbi royal au

[testingcheats0n]

Massive Dream SMP Fic Rec!!

Hey- Hi, I just feel like there are a ton of fanfiction that's really underrated in this fandom- so I'm going to dump it on your dash!!! Most of it is going to be Tommy-centric or SBI-centric, but they are very good!

Source: Me

Finished Fanfics:

Multi-chaptered Fanfics:

that's, like, a hundred miles by No_one_you_know

Dream would kill him. Dream was going to kill him- he was going to- no, he wouldn’t. Dream was his friend- friends don’t hit each other- Dream was supposed to take care of him- Dream /was/ taking care of him.

It hurt to breathe. It hurt to think. He couldn’t clear his thoughts as he stumbled to the family computer, pulling up a tab on google and frantically typing the name into the search bar.

The words Technoblade Watson stared back at him, the little black bar at the end of the letters blinking slowly, mocking him.

Why, of all people, did it have to be Technoblade?

in short: the one where dream sucks as a parental figure, tommy runs away, and visits his least favorite family member technoblade

Hard-hitting, but has a happy ending, though I recommend reading the prequel (in the same series) first, otherwise, it's lowkey depressing.

MORE RECOMMENDATIONS BELOW THE CUT!!

you’ll rise above (crowned by an overture bold and beyond) by azvremoon

Tommy is not sixteen. He has faced too many open wounds, dripping ichor onto blood-stained warzones, to be just a child. He is Blood and War and needless Death, an all-in-one special of everything that can ruin reality.

(Tommy is the blood god. No one should know, but this server can't stop pushing him over the edge.)

+2 more Works that were Inspired by this one

Tommy is a BAMF and Dream, Technblade, and Phil get fucked it is what it is.

Responsible Forever by SilverWing15

“You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.” /////

“So,” Techoblade says, slow and deliberate, his face shows clearly just how unbelievable he finds all of this, “you saw a boy last night, in the middle of the night, living with raccoons and eating our garbage?”

“I know how insane it sounds,” Phil says, “but I know what I saw. We need to help him, who knows how long he’s been out here?”

“Okay,” Wilbur interrupts, “let’s say that raccoon-boy is real. What is it you want us to do? We can’t go searching the woods for specific bunch of raccoons, I don’t know if you’ve noticed Phil but there are a lot of them out there.”

“Going out and hunting him isn’t going to get us anywhere,” Techno says, “we have to let the raccoon-boy come to us. He’s already come once, you know how tenacious raccoons are. If they came to the garbage pit once, they’ll come again. We just have to set a trap.”

“Those raccoons aren’t gonna know what fucking hit them,” Wilbur mutters.

Or: RaccoonInnit taken well beyond its logical conclusion

Tommyinnit is a Raccoon boi that lives with other Raccoons

Protecting the Traumatised Youth by spookyserpent

Sam blinks. “What?”

Even behind the mask, Sam has the distinct impression that Dream is grinning at him. “A week and he was begging for my attention, even after I stole and burnt his armour, even after the beatings. He couldn’t stand me leaving him because I was the only one to show up, to pay him attention. It was hilarious.”

Sam is going to be sick.

Or, Sam decides to ask Dream about his intentions and ends up becoming a big brother to Tommy and Tubbo. All the while, Dream and George fight, Niki and Jack plan child murder and Ranboo is slowly getting adopted into the SBI.

Awesamdad written back when it was possible... ahhh

Chaos In a Bottle by Lovetribable

After a realization, Tommy leaves the pillar, but instead of going to Techno. He just disappears, leaving everyone to think he's gone.

It takes a war to bring him back.

+2 Sequels and an Alternative Ending

Dadinnit!! + A Sympathetic Dream

Absolutely Anything For Them by Numanum

“There’s a lot you don’t understand, Tubbo,” Dream sighs, meeting his eyes cooly. Tubbo, back against a tree, shudders at his tone, at the look on his face.

The sword at his neck skims across his skin as Dream shifts his grip on it, and he flinches back into the rough bark behind him. Dream smiles at his reaction, seeming pleased- like the cat that’s been toying with a mouse that always tries to run no matter how many times it’s caught. And, despite this being his first encounter alone with the man, he thinks that the comparison is fairly accurate; Tubbo has never felt smaller than he does now. There’s supposed to be a buddy system to prevent things like this- he shouldn’t be alone here, stuck in this situation.

Or: Tubbo becomes a traitor to save everyone and has to struggle with his choices

Traitor Tubbo, but it has the happiest ending possible since it follows the rest of the story.

Where Did You Come From, Kit? by KadeAK (zacixn)

Hybrids are an ancient species of humans crossed with animals, blessed with the favour of nature. They used to live in peace on the SMP’s land, but ever since the dawn of humanity’s modern culture, they have become ostracised and hunted by their once-brethren. Now, the once-thriving subspecies of hybrids have been reduced to ashes, the majority of their peoples struggling to survive in a city capital that can't stand their presence.

To the members of L’Manburg, General Wilbur Soot is just another mildly prejudiced human being, stuck with a hybrid fox kit for an adopted child. However, that assumption could not be farther from the truth. As it turns out, there's a reason why he is the man he is today.

This fic is entirely pre-L’Manburg.

Part of a series, very good.

Take It Easy by sweet_magnolias

Five times Techno scared Michael, one time Michael scared him, and the resolution of those fears.

AKA - Techno learns how to be an uncle.

Technoblade's POV, so expect some Tubbo bashing on the margins of all that Michael fluff.

I suppose it’s never my time to die, is it? by Birb_Whale

The first time it happens, he barely remembers. The second time is when he realized. The third... Twice is a coincidence, three times is a pattern

“It’s not your time to die yet, Tommy”

Messed up, but not unrealistic. Purely for the Hurt/Comfort lovers.

This Wasn't Planned, But It'll Work Out by Anonymous

Dream isn't sure what to think when he finds a kid on his doorstep, but he can't just leave him there, now can he?

(He doesn't know what he's getting into, or what he's gotten the kid into, either)

Long, and angsty, with a bittersweet ending Imo.

let's play a game by Aria_Cinabun

Tommy was once a slave. That's gone now - shoved in his past with the memories of blood and gore and death. He wants to forget who he was; what he has to do to survive. Of course, the Elementalists will always come back to haunt him. They aren't the ones who killed his mother, but they're close enough. And now he and his brother have been dragged into the mess, as Elementalists with their own, separate covens, to find the Pit - the place where he'd lived and killed and hurt for the first twelve years of his life. His coven can't know. Can't know who he really is, what he can really do. Can't know anything about his past. He doesn't want a coven full of Elementalists who don't trust him; one of whom he's pretty sure despises him. He doesn't want that life. He wants the life of a pickpocket, on the streets, because nobody questions street kids, and nobody comes asking about his past and pushes him to tell his secrets that he holds closest inside. Tubbo tries to tell him to trust people. But trust is how you die.

Good fantasy AU, has SBI, and is thus fluffy.

Turn of the Tide by SilverWing15

Tommy’s fins twitch at the mention of Dream’s ancestors. Dream talks about them a lot, how they made their fortune hunting down mer pods, how they were cruel and greedy. Nothing like Dream is. They’ve both overcome their roots he says.

Tommy is nothing like the wild mer out in the ocean, who spend their lives scraping by just to survive, who kicked him out of the pod when he was a baby because he was too small. He’s also better than the pit mer, who can’t overcome their wild instincts and know nothing but fighting.

He’s different from them, he’s better than them. He’s Dream’s. //// OR: Change is like the tide, when it comes, you can only sink or swim. You would think that a mer would be better at keeping afloat.

Mermaid AU Pooog. Part of a series.

One-Shots:

Snapped by AmberRunnel

“You don’t know what I went through in that prison cell.”

Jack burst out laughing, blinded with rage and the overwhelming urge to hurt Tommy, to give him everything he deserved. “Oh, is the poor child traumatized? You want pity now?” He twisted his blade, and Tommy’s axe was sent clattering to the ground.

“If the prison was so awful, why don’t I send you back there?”

-|-

Jack doesn't handle Tommy's revival well. There's a simple solution, though. Kill Tommy, and Dream revives him right back into that cell. Problem solved, kid dealt with.

It takes a few confrontations for Jack to realize he's an asshole.

It's fucked up, but god does it hurt in a good way.

the sky is coming down blue by salinesolution

An imagining of New Milo's perspective throughout the Skyblock Randomizer adventure. What did he think of the world he found himself in, and how did Wilbur's feelings and actions change things for him? Here's my way of answering those questions.

He made the fish think, funniest shit I've seen.

You told me to be a hero (so let me die like one) by spiromachia

"You told me to die like a hero," the blond interrupted, spinning on his heel to face the others, holding his arms wide open, "So why not fulfil the ending that was always meant to be."

Across the battle field, through the chaos and destruction, a tree burned.

Even the sound of explosions and cries and bloodshed felt distant enough for the world to become silent for a few moments, each individual slowly coming to the same conclusion, each of their bodies tensing.

Tommy's face broke out into a grin as he lowered his head, glowering at the people around him, and Philza's face flashed with recognition.

"Kill me."

Or... In the middle of Doomsday, Tommy decides to ask Technoblade to be the Lycomedes to his Theseus.

Heavy and dark, but at least Dream gets it.

tomorrow night by meridies

Tommy is desperately searching for his missing brother. Techno is the reluctant psychic who unfortunately got dragged along.

or, two people, more alike than different, learn what it is to have a family at their side.

It's cute what can I say :]

maple syrup by itisjosh

"We could run," Tubbo stares at the sun. "We've got everything we've ever wanted right here. We could run."

"Yeah," Tommy agrees, feeling his head swim. "We could."

(or, tommy and tubbo run away together)

Children get away from toxic adults :)

Why’d it have to be so sunny? (The sun shouldn’t shine without you.) by AToZRainToBe

‘A realisation hits Phil in the face like a truck. “Wi- Ghostbur,” Phil says, turning to his grey-scale, translucent, actually-dead son. “You definitely told Tubbo that Tommy’s alive, right?”’

To get away from Dream, Tommy agrees to fake his death, going with the cover story that he jumped from the pillar in Logstedshire. Unfortunately, someone forgot to tell Tubbo.

Misunderstandings are one of my favorite tropes.

sugar and ice by princedemeter for Aenqa

“He is my son,” Philza says. “Mortal or not, I would see him grow strong.”

Technoblade looks down on earth, at the tiny, angry bundle of cloth and pinking, wrinkled skin. This mortal child, he thinks, lungs filled with breath from the king of gods himself, will not grow strong.

It's mostly centered around Technoblade and Wilbur with Phil being a shitty dad. Pog Gods AU.

a matter of time by meridies

Tommy is twelve years old when his wings first appear, and he is twelve years old when Phil tells him, "All it takes is time and patience, Tommy, and soon you'll be flying even better than me."

or, Tommy grows up feeling like a failure, and it takes him a while to figure out where he's happiest.

Tommy is just finding his place in the world. Powers AU.

That Time a Baby Decided to Raise a Baby by Scitrust

Tubbo wasn't good at making excuses, so when Schlatt asked him why he was leaving in the night, he made something up on the spot. That had been months ago.

At least he sort of had an alibi for that, now.

Or, in which Tubbo finds a baby in the woods on his way to see Tommy, and promptly adopts it.

Part of a collection!! Read it all.

spider lily by blue000jay

Wilbur has a body.

The freckle on the base of his left pinky finger (shared with Techno). The scar on his chin from when he was twelve and over ambitious, diving into too-shallow water. The scar on his throat from the final control room, and the puckered skin on his shoulder from the poisoned arrow that killed him next. Various other nicks and things that litter his skin from years of rebellion and living wild, a kid thrown into a vicious world with too little self-preservation.

(Resurrection AU, for when/if Wilbur comes back.)

The author knows how it's like to live with chronic pain, and it shows :(

Hands tied loose by rabiddog

"Let's run away, Tubbo." Tommy breathed; a wide grin split across his face as his hope grew. "Let's get out of here – far away. We can go anywhere, can't we? Let's just go, you and me right here, right now."

-

Tommy needs to leave. He has to get out of L'Manburg, he has to leave the Dream SMP for his own sanity, and he wants Tubbo to come with him.

But Tubbo has a family now, a better life - something that he can't give up... not even for his best friend.

Unhappy ending :(

The serpent underneath by rabiddog

Tommy and Techno sit at the memory-filled bench and talk. Technoblade reminisces, he talks, he admits his pent-up feelings, he cries. And Tommy? Tommy listens. (That's all he can do.)

-

“I’m sorry for everything, you know? For all of it. I’m so sorry about... about the first war, about the withers and the fighting, about...” Technoblade's fingers began to curl around Tommy’s blonde locks. “About Wilbur and everything after. I'm so, so sorry.”

:((((((((

Damning choices by rabiddog

Ranboo would have never expected to find himself in a horrifying situation such as that one - quite literally sandwiched between a rock and a hard place, with three lives dangling over his head and the answer on the tip of his tongue.

Tubbo, Michael, Tommy.

It's his choice. He chooses who lives, and who dies. His new family, or his first friend. But Ranboo... Ranboo already knows.

-

"Ranboo," He hissed out, voice cracking and somewhat staticky, "It's not your fault. It's not. You had no other choice; I know that, okay? I- I know that- I know- I know..."

:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((

Jealousy is a disease by rabiddog

Tommyinnit isn't new to the idea of jealousy. He understands it completely. He understands the way it runs rampage through his body each time he catches even a glimpse of Tubbo and Ranboo's new relationship, he understands that the emotion makes his heart clench uncomfortably from time to time. He sees it, feels it, and yet he doesn't care.

He doesn't care at all.

-

"You took Tubbo away from me. You took him away. You took my best friend, and now he's- now he's not my best friend anymore, and I-!"

:)

Word of Honour by rabiddog

Tommy could only stand and stare as Technoblade agreed to hand him over to Dream - as his brother traded him off like he was nothing. Like Tommy wasn't important.

-

Technoblade was a man of honour. He was a man of pride and sticking to his word. He knew that he owed Dream a favour, and no matter what that favour might be, he'd be compliant with it. Nothing would change his mind. (Not even Tommy.)

Almost canon. F.

Sweet Repentance by rabiddog

Perhaps Tommy should have told Phil about his arguably life-threatening injury the minute his father had opened the door. But of course, Tommy being Tommy, did not.

Dying seemed like a nice enough option as long as he was with his family.

-

Tommy just wanted acceptance, forgiveness, and peace. He wanted to close his eyes for the last time and finally be able to let go.

Tommy dies painfully.

A White Tulip by astervoid

He picked the white tulip from the bottom of the stem, standing up carefully as he held it pinched between his fingers. It would die now, inevitably, but Tommy relented and held the flower to his chest. What a silly, stupid thing to ground him. He almost hated that it made his breaths come easier and his steps feel lighter. Almost.

Tommy & Ranbooo chill on the bench.

lying to the authorities (again) by touchgrass

"Please tell me that my right-hand-man, my soon-to-be vice president, one of the people I trust the most on this godforsaken server, did not lie straight to my face and tell me he was twenty-fucking-years-old.”

Tommy opened his mouth to protest, but then closes it shut at the furious look on Wilbur's face. Oops.

~

It is the day of the elections and Wilbur Soot could not have chosen a worser time to realize that half his staff is underage.

The ONLY fic with this premise I've seen on Ao3.

Dear Theseus by rabiddog

Tommy had thought that they'd won - thought that they'd finally beaten Dream, and that everything would be okay. As it turns out, however, apparently Dream had called in that favour from Technoblade after all.

-

“Please,” Tommy whispered after a beat, quivering hands edged upwards to hesitantly press against the tip of the sword striking through his chest. Why, why, why? Why him? Why now?

Tommy almost wins.

A Shifting World by AplusIsRoman

How was Wilbur supposed to know it would end like this?

The smoke hung in the air and soot clung to his skin. His brother - adopted, but older by two minutes - stood back-to-back with him. The chilling cries of people and the calls of the withers rang through the air above the chasm that was once his home.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

How could he have known this would happen?

-

Sequel to A Child's World

Age-swap AU. Has a prequel.

heart of the sea by RyDyKG

Here is the secret that he barely thinks about, a secret that he shoves deep and far down in himself:

Wilbur Soot is a siren, and he’s not exactly proud of that fact.

Wilbur-centric. Urban Fantasy AU.

He knows, ok? by Ralli

By some means, Techno has given his raccoon younger brother some cotton candy. It doesn’t end as well as either of them would like.

Very, very cute :)

that's it, it's split (it won't recover) by Jk_Kat

Tommy has always been the fighter.

He has never been the fought for, and he knows it, with every whisper Tubbo directs at Ranboo, with every glance thrown his way- Tommy knows, the way he wishes he didn't, that they think he's dead.

If they're so convinced he's still dead, maybe the one good thing left he can do for them is die.

---

Or, Tommy gets addicted to being dead and thinks that nobody cares about him. The people who very much do try to pull him back from the brink before Dream can't resurrect him anymore.

Messed up, but with a happy ending.

Hugs 'n PTSD by rabiddog

Ranboo knew from the start that the recovery process would be hard - that moving on from quite literally being beat to death would be something hugely difficult to step away from, and that's if Tommy could even manage it at all.

He knew that it would be stressful and arduous, demanding and tough... he just hadn't expected to be holding Tommy through a PTSD-induced panic attack only days after his release from Pandora's Vault.

-

Ranboo isn't typically an overbearingly protective person. But for Tommy? He just might be.

I love this author if you can't tell.

Big Men don't cry by Shiny22Snivy

The room is small and warm, almost stifling compared to the cool openness of the ravine. It’s cosy and candlelit, and a chest sits open in the corner, full of what looks to be burnt rags of a former smart suit. And sitting in rumpled blankets on a bed, cradling a mug of something steaming, sits Tubbo.

At first, Tommy forgets all about Niki’s vague warning. He’s just so happy to see his best friend again, alive and well and all in one piece. Tubbo’s okay. Tubbo’s okay, and in front of him, and suddenly everything bad in the world is gone, if only for just a moment.

“Tommy?”

And then Tubbo turns to look at him.

Clingyduo fluff.

sins of the father (i broke all my bones that day i found you) by ryter

The thing that hurt Wilbur most was when he saw Fundy tear down the walls of L'Manburg. After all, those walls had gone up to protect his son. But in this world, Fundy trusts his father just a little bit more, and it ruins him.

Or: there's only one way Wilbur never becomes the villain. It's unclear whether this was the better path.

SOME VIOLENCE WARNINGS/BLOOD MENTION. CHARACTER DEATH. SO MUCH ANGST.

Sad, but cathartic.

REVIVED TOMMY HEADCANNONS AHAHAHAHA by racooninnit

i’m dropping ALL the fucking revived tommy headcannons on you guys today get ready for some ANGST

this is different from what i usually post but it was fun

i don’t think there’s a lot i need to put warnings for, obviously there are mentions of the way tommy died and the aftermath of that (i.e. injuries and trauma), but if there’s anything that needs a warning please tell me!

What it says on the tin- not really a fic.

Unfinished Stories:

Ongoing (Less than a month since the last update):

Over the River Styx by CorpseArt

I feel like we should name him.

There’s a scuffle at the back of his mind as he rolls up, curling tight with a shiver despite the heat of the flames licking up his back.

I mean, he’s like – us, but like a worse version clearly because oh man, this is just weirdness. There’s a flare of a tangle of emotions, complicated and fearful, resentful and livid with anger. I can’t believe this is what I’ve been reduced to, stuck in the mind of this- this child.

He’s like your age, Tommy. Are you calling yourself a child?

I mean, I am one so fucking duh. Child murderer.

-

Or: trauma bonding in the most unconventional of senses.

Just- Read it. Show the writer your support, it's unique, it's amazing and there needs to be more of it.

If history is dead and gone by iregretallmydecisions

“Don’t come any fucking closer,” Tommy shouted, startling Phil into stepping back. Tommy was still looking around wildly, like a trapped animal “Don’t fucking do it.” ---- In which Tommy finds himself faced with his splintered family, while it was still mostly whole. The past is not an easy place to be when the future was not kind. His family is forced to deal with the fall out.

It's better than Rewind, but you didn't hear that from me.

Wilbur Soot's Redemption (OR Ghostbur's Retry) by luckykitty0523

Wilbur had many regrets in his life, being lost in his madness and the urge for revenge drowned leaving a shell of who he once was. It was only in his dying moments that he regained himself but it was already too late for him leaving him drowning in wishes and regrets. However waking up in another different universe where wilbur was never born and family soulmates exist, so when wilbur said he wanted to fix the mistakes he never expected this turn of events.

OR

In one world wilbur dies and he would return as a ghost missing his memory and trying to fix what he did in life but in this one wilbur dies and wakes up in another world where soulmates exist and the wilbur of that world was never born so wilbur/ghostbur takes his place and tries to make up his mistakes to the other version of his friends.

Wilbur adopts SBI + Fundy + Dream.

A Talk Long Overdue by penink

Tommy has his first therapy session with Puffy.

Tommy gets therapy.

Into the Night by Interjection

“Don’t touch me,” Tommy hisses, leaning against the railing. “I will - I will-”

They’re a hundred stories up. Wind lashes against Phil’s face. Next to him, Sam makes choked noise.

“But why?”

Tommy looks up to meet Phil’s eyes, terror struck so deep in those pale blue irises Phil thinks they must hold all the world’s fears within them.

“You’ll die,” he whispers. “And then I’ll die. But I’ll come back.”

“And I don’t want to come back.”

Others have the freedom to live. Tommy doesn’t even have the freedom to die.

But maybe they can teach him that living doesn’t have to be so bad.

---

(Superpowers AU where whenever someone touches Tommy, they both die. But Tommy will always come back to life eventually. He just wants it to end - but instead, he’s on the run, terrified of how his power will be exploited if he’s caught.

A few people reluctantly team up to save him.)

Funky SBI dynamics + a Sam that cares. Also a lot of angst.

#dream smp #dream smp fic rec #fic rec #sbi #wilbur soot #tommyinnit

[cinnamonrusts]

together, we can make it out alive - 1

[a/n: originally posted on my Ao3 and I decided to revamp my series some with my updated writing techniques. Hope you enjoy.]

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*BEEPBEEP BEEPBEEP*

The electronic chimes from your alarm clock blared loudly in your ear. Groans escaped your dry throat as the clock stirred you from your slumber, "Not yet--," your hand fished for the large snooze button on the top of the clock. Five more minutes, that is all you would need. Well, five minutes came and once again the alarm beeped in your ear. Your eyelids slowly lifted as you read the blurry red digits that stared in your face. "3:45 PM", it read. "Shit..." you cursed as you knew that you needed to get up and get around for your nightshift turn.

Your legs swung around the edge of your bed as you stretched with a loud yawn. Daylight peaked in through your blinds and shined directly into your eyes, "I really need some black out curtains," you mumbled to yourself as you made a mental note. This was just your daily routine now. You slept in the morning after getting off work from the Raccoon City Police Department and woke up around 3:00 PM. Ate, exercised, showered, and relaxed all before you pushed pencils on the clock at your desk.

Don't get it wrong. It was a job and you were thankful, but your duties weren't exactly what you expected them to be after the headache that was the police academy. You didn't hate your job, you just didn't -- like it. Also, you really fucking hated Raccoon City. It was not the same place that you remembered as a kid, not to mention all the weird things that had been going on lately. You just really wanted out of there. Maybe go to a warmer city... like Los Angeles or something.

You pushed yourself to a stand and turned around on the balls of your feet to head to the bathroom. When you reached the shower, you turned on the faucet and ran your fingers under the warm water. Just as it reached the perfect temperature, your phone rang. You ignored it and waited for the voicemail to pick up. But it just rang again.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" you yelled at the telephone as you stomped through your apartment to the device on the wall. "Hello?" you answered.

A familiar, yet unwelcomed voice barked from the other end of the line. "[L/N]! Where the hell are you?!" It was Lt. Branagh. "Home. My shift doesn't start until 10." your eyes rolled as you pinched the bridge of your nose. "Get your ass over to the station! We've had reports all day of violent attacks all over the damn city!" He couldn't be serious -- it was 6 hours now until your shift! "I don't come in until--," Branagh cut you off, "I expect to see you soon, [L/N]." the call ended.

You kicked the open moving box that sat in front of you in anger. It flipped onto its side and the contents spilled out onto the floor. It was a bunch of papers that you failed to file away and as you picked them up, you noted a familiar picture on top of the mess. The photo displayed two very recognizable faces that had smiles displayed happily.

You and Leon S. Kennedy.

He was your partner in crime during the police academy. Leon was the only one who didn't see you being a woman as a weakness. The two of you hit it off immediately after he introduced himself and complimented your skills.

On top of your heads were colorful party hats that seemed to be a bit too small. Both of your arms were slinked around his shoulders as you pulled him in for a close hug. His right hand was rested on your waist and the left held up a large mug of beer that was about to spill out onto the floor. Your thumb caressed the image of his handsome face and a smirk spread across your lips. You flipped the picture over and in faded pen was your handwriting: "Graduation Celebration! JULY '98"

Leon crossed your mind often. The two of you lost contact with one another after something happened between the two of you. It was as if that party happened yesterday -- the night that he kissed you. Your eyes closed and you could picture Leon's face perfectly - the way that his lips puckered and the way that they felt.

The two of you stood outside of the bar on that warm summer night. Leon was leaned against his shitty blue car that was wrapped in faded paint and rust. You stood in front of him with your arms crossed and your eyes focused on the clear sky that hovered above. Then the sensation of fingers over your skin drew your attention from the sky, to the man. Your gazes locked and his lids were half shut but a smile was on his lips. "Leon, you're drunk, aren't you?" you chuckled. His fingers wrapped around your bicep, "Maybe," he cooed as he brought you close to him. You could feel and smell his breath, it was warm and stunk heavy of booze.

With his free hand, he moved it to your cheek and tickled it lightly with his knuckle. Your [E/C] eyes stared deep into his moonstone ones, Leon's pupils dilated before they closed. His lips met yours. They were smooth but a bit chapped - he must be an avid user of Chapstick, you thought. The kiss was quick but meaningful. When he pulled away, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him in for another. When the two of you broke apart, you noted the way those moonstone pools in his head looked at you -- you could get lost in them -- forever.

The fond memories brought warmth to your heart that you lost the track of time. Pounds from beneath you interrupted your reminiscence. Your neighbor below screamed through the floorboards. "Hey, you fucking idiot! Stop using all the hot water! You're not the only one who fucking lives here!" he continued to pound and yell. "Shut up, you fuck!" you screamed back as you scrambled to your feet. Your clothing was stripped from your body as you dashed to the shower, and jumped directly into the lukewarm stream.

You knew that Branagh was most likely boiled over in anger because of how late you were already. Once you finished your shower, you pulled on your police uniform, styled your hair into a neat bun, grabbed a bagel, and ran out the door. Your car was parked pretty far down the road and rain began to fall from the sky. What a perfect start to the day. You shoved the bagel into your mouth and dashed for your car. The key slipped in your hands as you fiddled with them to get the door unlocked. Just as you grabbed the correct one, they fell onto the ground and so did your bagel.

"I've already had enough of today," you cursed and sighed to yourself as you bent over to pick them up. When you stood back up, a woman came from nowhere and threw herself onto you. She cried in panic and spoke incoherently. You noted the large wound on her shoulder and blood was seeped heavily into her shirt. "P-Please! Help me!" she grabbed onto your shirt with blood stained hands. "Ma'am!" you yelled and pushed her off of you for your own safety. She stumbled back and fell to her knee, "Let me call an ambulance!" you started to run to a nearby pay phone but she stopped you with a stutter that it was too late. "There's more of them!" her head turned in the direction of an alley to the left, then she took off from the ground in a haste. "Ma'am, wait!" you yelled as you watched her run away around the corner and into the city.

"Who's coming?" you whispered. With curiosity, you walked toward the alley that the woman had looked down but saw no one. Maybe she was one of the crazy people that were noted to be around the city and around the Arklays... If you saw her again, you'd probably call in some backup... the crazy look in her eyes... it unsettled you. You managed to shake the image of them from your mind and focused on getting out of the rain.

As you walked back to your car, you noticed the red stains that were now stained into your uniform. Whatever. You would worry about it after you made it to work. Once you got into your car, the radio started talking about more and more unrest that had spread more and more through the streets. Your finger pressed the power off, "Enough of that." the news was just the same and you just knew that you had to deal with it first hand once you arrived at the station, it just made it worse.

In front of the parking garage for the RPD were several cars that seemed to have been in an accident. Your car couldn't go any further than where you were at, so you hopped out of the vehicle to walk the rest of the way. People dashed around the streets in a panic and it seemed as if it were the apocalypse. You tried to flag people down to stop them but they all ignored you. What the hell is going on?! When you entered the station, there was even more chaos. Officers ran around like wild and some seemed to be injured as well. You felt anxious and confused by everything that was going on. What had gone on in your brief time away?

Phones rang, people yelled, doors slammed, and everything soon overwhelmed you, you could feel yourself going into an overload. But a strong hand on your shoulder was a saving grace. "There you are, [L/N]!" it was Branagh and a brief look of relief washed across his face. "I left a stack of paperwork on your desk. Sort through it and then you're going out on patrol. Some crazy shit is going down..." he gave you a light push in the direction of your desk.

As you walked to the back of the office, you noticed the banner that was spread across the ceiling in blue and yellow.

"WELCOME LEON"

Your heart pumped in your chest and you could feel your skin begin to turn clammy. There was only one Leon that you know of that was a cop. The man that you shared a kiss with and so many more feelings... Leon -- Kennedy? Was he actually on his way here? He always told you that after the academy he would eventually come find you in the city and be your partner again. You thought that it was just a joke -- but now, it didn't seem that way. How could he come here without saying anything to you? No call? No email? Nothing?

Your eyes remained on the banner and you asked your co-worker who sat on the desk beneath it, "Hey, Rita. Who's this, Leon?" She didn't look up from her desk, "I dunno. Some new guy from out of town. Last name starts with a K or something like that. Ask Neil, I'm sure he knows." You could feel a knot in your stomach and you darted to your chair. The desk that was across from you was normally piled high with boxes of paperwork, but now it was cleared off. You leaned over the divider and snatched the piece of paper on the desk. Your eyes darted across the text:

"Leon S. Kennedy, we're putting you on a very special case for your first assignment. Your mission is to... unlock your desk! The key to your success is in the initials of our first names."

The note confirmed it. It was indeed that Leon. You plopped back into your seat and gnawed on the nail of your thumb. Your thoughts were now consumed as to how both Leon and yourself would react when he arrived. You could see it now...

He would laugh with the other officers as they shot the shit with him. He would be in the center of the group, they would slap him on the back and tell him how happy they were to have him on the force. His gaze would eventually land on you and he would excuse himself from them. Leon would smile and show off his perfect teeth. He'd saunter over and slowly shake his head, "I didn't expect to see you here, [F/N]."

You swallowed hard but your thoughts were interrupted when the sounds of glass shattered right outside of the office's door.

The chatter and hubbub in the office halted as everyone's attention turned toward the door.  An officer who wasn't much older than you rushed toward the noise, he couldn't make out exactly what it was from behind the glass of the door but drew his gun in preparation. He looked back at the office filled with you and your co-workers before opening the door slowly. "Hello?" he called out. His gun was pointed out into the hallway but found that there was nothing there. Then a sound of something you had never heard before or ever would forget echoed loudly in the empty hall.

It sounded like a monster, there was no other way to explain it. It pierced through your ears and then the sounds of the officer's shrieks shook your core. A loud gurgle erupted from his throat as he was tackled by a person onto the floor. This - person, dug their teeth deeply into his throat and proceeded to rip it out. Bright, red liquid sprayed from the wound across the floor. Two male officers threw themselves onto the assailant and tried their hardest to pull him off but soon were attacked as well. Gunshots blasted off in the office which then were accompanied by more sounds of broken glass. The assailant dropped dead beside the officers on the floor and everyone exchanged glances of pure terror.

"More are out there!" yelled Branagh as he held his weight against the door to stop any more of these "people" from killing everyone his subordinates. "Pistols aren't going to keep us alive for much longer," Rita cried out. "But Irons insisted we hide everything else away, remember!?" your fellow officers shouted at each other as tension rose - fear and panic began to set in.

"I know where some are," you piped up. "I have the keycard for the weapons locker," you reached into your shirt pocket and pulled out a white, plastic card. "Perks of being the newbie, I guess. I'll go." you walked toward the back door but stopped when Branagh barked at you, "You can't go alone!" You shook your head, "I will be right back, I promise." you disregarded his arguments and with a deep breath, opened the door and took off on your mission.

The hall was dark and quiet, the electricity must had been cut out in this section of town. You swallowed hard and with your pistol in on hand with the flashlight in the other, you took quiet yet brisk strides down the long stretch of hallway. All you could hear was the sounds of your bootsteps and the groans of those things that lurked just outside of the fences that kept the building somewhat safe. You needed these guns, no matter what. Or you and your co-workers would end up just like those officers - dead. Your breathing was heavy and your heart raced which could be felt in your skull, "Easy girl," you spoke out, "Just a few doors and you'll be there."

Time was not on your side, so you took off in a sprint. The feeling of being so vulnerable next to a stretch of windows worried you as you could fall victim to whatever those things were at any time. They weren't exactly "things" they looked human and most likely were but maybe they were deranged with some sort of illness. But nonetheless, they were dangerous and deadly... Just as you feared, one of them crashed through the window. Their greedy palms reached for you over the broken glass and managed to snag you by your hair. You screamed in pain and terror as their strength pulled you in but when you pulled away, you only pulled them closer. Your pistol flew from your hands and slid across the floor, too far for you to reach.

Their bloody jaws snapped as they tried their hardest to sink their teeth into your soft flesh. You could feel their breath on your skin and you struggled but could feel your strength giving way to theirs. There was only one thing you could do and it was to grab the knife that was attached to the side of your right leg. Your fingertips were just barely able to reach the handle but with one quick lunge of your body, you grabbed hold of the weapon. The desire to survive charged your strength and you began to saw through the strands of your hair that were gripped tight in the clutches of the creature. Tears poured down the sides of your face as you sawed through the strands that were the barrier between you and certain death.

The creature was now halfway over the window and their hand still had your [h/c] hair in between their fingers, jaws still snapped at you as they begged to taste your flesh. You scrambled on all fours as you attempted to gather yourself so that you could press on. Your foot slipped on a large piece of broken glass which sent you across the floor, you then landed onto a large chunk of broken glass. The sharp piece embedded itself deep into your knee and you cried in pain as you held your leg close to your chest. The creature dug its nails into the tile floor and started to crawl toward you with dead eyes, and bloody teeth. You took several deep breaths as you prepared to yank the glass from your leg and with one last deep inhale, you yanked it out. You cried in pain but knew that you had to keep going, your muscle burned as it now was exposed to the air. You made sure to grab your pistol from the floor before you continued on.

Your sprint was now resorted to a quick limp but you managed to make it to the locker room. To your dismay, it was mostly empty besides a couple of shotguns and some ammunition. "Fuck! Fuck! This isn't enough!" you screamed as you pounded your fist against one of the lockers. Inside one of the open lockers was a weapons bag which you were able to fill with the lackluster amount of supplies. As you zipped up the bag, the metal door to the room opened and the sound drew your attention. Your pistol was ready and you limped around the corner to hide behind a row of lockers to hide from who or whatever it was. The room was dark but a flashlight flipped around the room, whoever it was, they were there to look for those guns or you. Your thumb slowly pulled the hammer back on the weapon and rounded the corner, "Stop right there!" you yelled.

It was a man and he seemed to be normal for the most part. He complied and raised his arms in the air. "Turn around!" Again, he complied and did a slow 180. Through the faint glow of his flashlight, your eyes caught a glimpse of a set of familiar moonstone pools.

"[Y/N]?!" his voice raised in shock. The entire city was faced with an apocalypse scenario or even the whole world for all you knew and the one person you run into is Leon -- Leon Kennedy.

He dropped his arms and grabbed hold of your, then pulled you into a tight hug. Leon smelled of sweat and cologne, the very cologne that you bought for him as a graduation gift. You breathed him in as it registered to you that this was real, he was really here. But you pulled away, "Leon, we have no time for chit chat. We gotta get moving, people need these guns!" you pointed to the bag that sat on the floor by your feet. As you tried to throw it over your shoulder, you winced in pain. "Here, let me get it." Leon attempted to take it from your hand but you paused before you surrendered the precious cargo, "I can trust you with this, right?" your grip was tight on the strap, "When have you ever doubted me?" he asked with a smile, "You don't want to know that..." your grip released as you responded but also pointed the fact that your leg was injured.

"Sorry to be a liability," you apologized, but Leon pulled you to his side, "Nonsense. I got this and you, just keep an eye out for zombies."

You led Leon down the hallway that you had your close brush with death in, the zombie, as Leon called it, was now gone. But when the two of you reached the door to the office, it was eerily quiet. Not a good sign. You pushed the door open to find the office void of any life, nothing but blood. Lots and lots of blood. Your heart hurt as you felt a pain in your chest, was everyone dead? The lifeless body of Rita laid on the floor with her eyes opened, her brown orbs were absent of the vibrant life she once had.

Tears welled in your eyes but as you turned to flee, you bumped into Leon's chest. A look of horror on Leon's face matched yours, "I-I left them not even an hour ago..." you cried into his shirt for a moment as he held you lightly with one arm. When you pulled away, you wiped your eyes and Leon took your hand from your face.

"I'm happy you're alive, [Y/N]," you examined your matured features and you did his. His hair grew a little longer than when you had seen him last and he examined your frazzled locks. Just as you opened your mouth to speak, a door behind Leon opened and shut. A man walked out from the shadows and into the light, it was Branagh. He held onto his side and you could see he was injured with his shirt heavily stained with what was most likely his blood.

Leon pulled his pistol out and pointed it at your superior while he had a protective hand on your arm. Branagh coughed a wheezed laugh and shooed his gun out of his face. He looked over to you and smiled, "Good to see you're still breathing, [Y/N]." The Lieutenant approached your male companion and placed a bloody hand on his shoulder,

"You must be Leon Kennedy -- well, son, welcome to Raccoon City."

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[phasmwrites]

cherries || bakugou katsuki

This is a collaboration piece between @lady-bakuhoe​ & me!  *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Female!Reader Warnings: Smut (18+) Word Count: 3731 A/N: This is what happens when we decide to collaborate on a piece together! I had so much fun Jo & you’re such an amazing writer! 💕 We hope that you guys like what had originally been a series of thirst messages because everyone was too busy playing Animal Crossing to talk on the discord 😂 

“It’s here!” You cheered, nearly tumbling over your own two feet as you rushed to the front door. Your boyfriend Bakugou was perplexed as you shoved open the mailbox and retrieved a small package, clutching it close to your chest as you ran back inside. 

Tossing the package onto the couch, you quickly went to grab your cell phone and Nintendo Switch while Bakugou burned holes into the wrapped item with his gaze, “What the fuck did you waste your money on this time?”

“I didn’t waste my money!” You shouted back, plopping yourself onto the couch and sliding your phone out from your pocket after opening up what was delivered to you. 

Bakugou glared at you from his position in the doorway, your lips upturned in a small grin with fingers quickly typing across the screen of the device, “Who you texting?”

Catching you by surprise as he had suddenly appeared over your shoulder, your fingers paused against the screen as you motioned down to the game you had taken out of the packaging. 

Animal Crossing?

“I’m just texting Kiri, it’s finally Animal Crossing day!” Bakugou picked up on the pure glee in your tone as you continued texting his best friend before putting your phone down beside you on the couch. You tore open the box that contained the small cartridge, placing it into your fully charged console as the screen began to illuminate. Why the fuck were you talking to his best friend about the game when he was right here?

Bakugou leaned further down, catching a glimpse of the bright colors and abrasive music that emitted from the handheld device, “Animal Crossing day?”

“Yeah!” You cheered, “Kiri bought it too, he’s gonna come over to my island when it’s ready.” 

“Come over to your island- what?” Bakugou was irritated now, why were you playing this shitty game with Kirishima of all people? 

You waved him off, trying to focus your attention on the introduction the two raccoons on screen were giving you, "You wouldn't understand."

Accepting defeat for the time being, he swung himself over the top of the couch to plop down at your side. He'd entertain your desire to play this game in lieu of spending time with him for now, red eyes shifting from your facial expressions to the device every now and then as you got further into the game.

Time continued to pass and your tongue slipped between your lips in concentration, fully focused on the game in your hands as you continued completing chores on your island. The sound turned up as loud as possible to hear the telltale sounds of fish being hooked on your rod as you pressed the buttons eagerly. 

Bakugou sighed dramatically from his position beside you as he shuffled his feet, spreading his thighs to ‘accidentally’ brush one against you as he vied for your attention. It was a rare day off work for the young Pro-Hero and you were ignoring him completely for a shitty game. This was ridiculous. 

“Oi,” Bakugou grunted, shifting his body so he was pressed against your side, huffing at the way you moved away from him to keep your grip on the console. His eyes glancing over you to watch exactly what you were doing on the screen, “What’s with the shitty fuckin’ music?”

“If I don’t play the sound I won’t know when to catch the fish.” You quip as though it’s the most obvious question in the world, grinning happily as you show him the fish you managed to catch on the screen, “See!”

“So when is your shitty game finished?” Bakugou felt his anger begin to rise, you hadn’t even looked at him since you started playing this game and it looked so boring. You were catching fish? What was the fucking point? 

“It doesn’t just finish, silly. There’s so much you can do! And when Kiri comes over we’ll be able to share fruit.”

“What a waste of fuckin’ time.” Bakugou sat back, letting his head flop back against the couch as red eyes continued to watch you from the side. Your focus on the game was ridiculous, you were always complaining he never had time off work and here he was, but you could care less. Your fingers dancing across the game console instead of paying attention to him. Why was this game worth more of your attention than him?

“Oi, fuck your shitty game and pay attention to me.” Bakugou wrapped an arm firmly around your shoulders, tugging you towards his muscular chest as he watched you completely entranced in the game. You didn’t even acknowledge his arm around you as you remained stiff against the Nintendo Switch, determined and focused. 

The sight irritated Bakugou as he moved his lips down towards the junction of your neck, pressing sloppy, open mouthed kisses against you. You huffed in annoyance, attempting to arch your shoulder up to block his movements as you tried to focus on your game. Your response only served to rile him up more as his teeth latched down against the skin, trying his best to distract you from your new game.

Your tongue poked out past your lips as you desperately try to concentrate on the device in your hands, but Bakugou was making it increasingly difficult for you, his own hands slipping under your shirt as he traced patterns on your skin, feeling you shiver against his touch as he followed up towards your bra-clad breasts. Calloused fingers pressing against your hardening nipples through the thin material as he pulled the material down, giving him better access to pinch at the sensitive skin. 

Using his grip to help him ease you onto his lap, your body remained hunched over the game console as he continued his ministrations. Narrowed eyes glared over your shoulder as he watched you continue to play your game, trying to act like he wasn’t even there. Bakugou growled at the sight, grinding himself up into your ass so you could feel his hard cock straining against his sweatpants desperately.

“Pay attention to me.” He snarled; the more you ignored him for the video game, the more aggravated Bakugou became. His brows furrowed as he aggressively pinched your nipples.

“But Katsuki, it just came out-” You’d been waiting weeks for this game, waiting for this day to arrive and you were so excited. 

“Fucks sake,” Bakugou complained as you began to protest, nudging your back slightly so he could lift you off his lap just enough to reach a hand between your bodies to tug his baggy sweats down to free his cock, painfully erect and drooling with pre-cum.

“My fucking cock just came out too and it really wants your attention.” His hand wrapped around his length to give himself a teasing jerk.

“One second, Suki. I’m just harvesting my cherries.” You try to shuffle yourself forward to stop him from distracting you but this only gives him the space to press his hard cock against the back of your ass. 

Fisting himself in his large palm, you could feel his pre-cum staining your leggings as he growls out, “Fuck your cherries.”

Instead of submitting to him you just press the ‘volume up’ button to the loudest setting, intent on trying to drown him out with the music flowing from the console, the noise only serving to make your boyfriend more irate.

“What the fuck is that shitty sound.” Bakugou sneered, his hand now sliding up to try and smash the ‘power off’ button on the console, but you manage to hold it away from his grip.

“The Animal Crossing soundtrack, isn’t it relaxing?” You gushed, continuing to let your character roam around your island, harvesting your cherries as your boyfriend seethed from his position behind you. 

The sound only served to further antagonize him as he felt his jaw tighten in anger, trying to block the irritating music out as he made another erratic movement to try and grab the Switch out of your hands. Your reflexes were once again too quick as you sat up from his lap, trying to escape with your console intact. He's quick to stop you as his hands move to your hips, tugging your leggings down enough to show him your panties as he pulls you back down on his lap.

“Fucking shitty woman. My cock is far better than your game.”

You can feel his cock slipping between your legs as it rubbed against your clothed heat, a clear indicator to him that you were more than enjoying his teasing. He had half a mind to blast the expensive device into pieces from how you continued to ignore him. 

His fingers began to toy with the hem of your panties before dipping down until two fingers just barely grazed your clit, "Can your shitty little game make you feel as good as I'm about to fucking make you feel?"

“I just want to play-“ Your attention span wavered as he laid his palm against your pelvis, applying pressure against it as he continued to rub tight circles against your clit. His other hand came down on your ass to give it a hard spank to try and get you to pay attention to him. 

The movement caught you by surprise as you almost dropped the switch, eyes widening as you panicked that your game hadn't been saved, “Katsuki, oh my god. You jerk.”

“I’m the jerk? You’re the one neglecting your fucking boyfriend.” He argued, tugging your panties to the side, his blunt nails digging into the plush skin of your ass as he spread you apart, darkened eyes glaring down at you as he shifted your body against his thighs.

“Fine, play your fucking game.” He growled as he positioned his cock at your entrance, his hands dropping you down onto his length, “Shitty woman.”

You let out a sharp cry at the way his thick cock filled you, stretching you out so deliciously as your tight cunt clenched around him. With the console still in your possession you feared you were going to break it in half with how tightly you were gripping the joycons, trying desperately to stop yourself from dropping it onto the hardwood floor. 

His fingers sunk into your sides, languidly dragging his cock in and out of your sopping wet heat while you attempted to regain focus on the game in front of you. Just as you thought you were going to be able to defy him, Bakugou snapped his hips up until he bottomed out inside of you with a low grunt.

“You better keep harvesting your fucking cherries, while I harvest your cunt.” With that he buried himself inside you, his balls resting against your ass. His breath was hot against your skin as he looked over your shoulder, noticing your hands had frozen against the joycons. It was almost impossible to concentrate on the game when his cock inside of you was taking over your senses.

“Better keep playing, Princess.” You could hear the way he taunted you, knowing exactly the impact he had on both your mind and body.

His nimble fingers returned to playing with your clit, his cock continuing to push you further to your end with every buck of his hips, "Katsuki..."

“Hm? I thought your game was so important?” His tone was mocking, watching the way your head lolled back onto his shoulder, “What happened to your precious cherries?”

“Please...” You whined, trying to roll your hips against his to get him to move but his hand gripped your hip harshly, calloused fingers digging into your skin as he held you down on his lap. 

“Keep playing your fucking game.” He continued to watch over your shoulder as his teeth nipped against your ear, feeling your cunt flutter desperately around his girth.

You peered down at the game in front of you, maneuvering your digital character around to finish harvesting the remaining cherries. As you did so, you could feel his warm breath fanning your cheek as he watched your every move. 

You faltered again, Bakugou immediately halting his ministrations, "What did I fucking say, woman?" 

His lips, when not murmuring in your ear to focus, were suckling on the delicate skin of your neck as he made sure to leave a trail of marks in his wake.

“Don’t you have some fishing to do, Princess?” Bakugou sneered, "You focus on catching those fish and I'll focus on reeling in this pussy."

“Please, Katsuki.” You pleaded as you tried to move a hand between your legs to tease where your bodies were connected. Your fingers brushed against his balls before he yanked your hand back up by your wrist, shoving it back towards your game.

“Show me. Show me why this fucking game is more important than me.” He gave his hips a hard thrust, making his cock drag against your inner walls as your head fell back against his shoulder. You needed to feel him move inside as you throbbed around him, desperately trying to get him to shift against you.

“It’s- fuck! It’s not!” You whined out, wiggling your hips in search of some kind of friction to alleviate the pressure building inside of you. His cock stilled, causing you to whimper at his sudden lack of movements once more as you quivered around his girth.

The smirk of satisfaction that fell on his lips was anything but forgiving, "Oh, now I matter? I don't know princess, how about you beg for it?"

You shuffled your hips against him, desperately trying to get him to move as the console slipped out of your grasp, leaving it forgotten in front of you as the shrill music continued playing through the speakers. Your hands immediately moved to his muscular forearms, trying to get him to move you against his length.

“Now you put the game down, fucking slut. I can’t believe I had to remind you how much you love my cock.” You mewled as he moved your shirt up over your breasts to tease your nipples again, feeling your cunt squeeze around him, “I’m not sure you even deserve it now, I should just finish myself off.” 

“No, please.” Your hands move back to thread through his messy hair, “Please, Katsuki. I need you.”

The sight of you so debauched with your fingers clinging to his locks and your hips gyrating into the air, was quickly melting away at his resolve. His fingers pinched at your nipples once more while his mouth latched itself where your neck and shoulder met, scraping his teeth against your soft skin to leave more dark bites in his wake.

"You're mine, you desperate slut, your cunt is all fucking mine." Bakugou's words were muffled as he spoke against your skin, but the way his hips began to move with a renowned fervor was enough for you to realize he was close too.

“I’m gonna explode that fucking shit. Your attention should always be on me. Always.” He emphasized with a harsh rut of his hips, pushing his cock deeper inside of you as the thick head grazed against that spongy spot inside you. Unable to stop yourself from crying out as he began a frantic pace, chasing his own release as the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. “You think you deserve to cum?”

"Please!" You wailed, your nails digging into his scalp as you tried to match his rough movements, craving just that one push to send you over the edge and have your tight cunt spasm around his cock, "Please let me cum, Katsuki, please-" 

One of his hands reached up for your neck, applying slight pressure onto the littered skin as his other hand finally made its way back to your swollen bud, “Then cum, slut.”

When his digits began furiously rubbing tight patterns against your clit, your vision began to fade to white from the orgasm that suddenly washed over you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, legs trembling from the intensity. 

“That’s it, cum all over my fucking cock.” Bakugou snarled proudly as he bit down on your neck hard, the metallic taste of blood filling his mouth as he felt your cunt clench around him as you came. His strong arm wrapped around your waist to stop you from bucking away from him as you felt the tremors flow through you. Your toes curled as your eyes snapped shut, Bakugou’s name spilling from your lips as you felt him continue to thrust up into your quivering pussy. 

“Such a good girl for me, Princess.” Nimble fingers moved down to tease your overstimulated clit as he continued his movements. His lips pressed down against the curve of your neck as you continued mumbling his name, your mind foggy with the aftershocks of your climax.

“I’m so much better than that fuckin’ game, right?” He murmured against your skin. You whimpered in agreement as you felt his cock continue to drag along your inner walls, brushing against the perfect spot inside you as you continued to flutter around him.

“Katsuki,” You mumbled, moving your hands down to grip the arm that was still wrapped around your waist. Your nails began to dig into his skin as he continued his pace, driving his hips up into you roughly. A light sheen of sweat began to cover his body that made you stick to him in a comforting way as you moved your head back to rest on his shoulder, his lips brushing wet, open mouthed kisses against your cheek.

“You like that, baby? I can feel your pretty pussy squeezing my cock.” You whined as he moved a hand up to cup your breast, squeezing your nipple between his fingers as he felt you continue to clamp around his cock, trying to bring him to his own release, “You’re so fuckin’ tight.”

Pleasure continued to surge through your body as Bakugou rut his hips up into you, his lips moving along your jawline towards your neck as he latched his teeth onto your throat. He could feel your whimpers vibrate against his touch, sliding his hand down your naked body he pressed his palm against your pelvis. 

Bakugou's fingers moved down to spread your folds as he pressed two digits against your clit. The sensation made you jerk against him lazily, your overstimulated body aching as he began to rub tight figures of eights against your nub.

“So fuckin’ desperate,” Bakugou snarled, watching your body writhe against him as he abused your clit, “Now you’re interested in me, hah?”

“Fuck, ‘Suki,” You mumbled, your tight inner walls clenching around his cock as you felt another climax swiftly approaching. His lips upturned into a grin against your neck as he felt your body jerk against his fingers.

“Do you need to cum again?” Bakugou dug his palm against your abdomen, groaning as he felt his cock plowing in and out of your tight heat, putting pressure against you as he continued his movements against your clit.

“Yes,” you whined, feeling the coil inside you tightening once more as Bakugou kept his rough pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin drowning out the obnoxious music from that shitty game as he coaxed you towards another orgasm. 

“Tell me, Princess. Tell me what you need.” He grunted as he felt your body tremble against him. 

“I need to cum again,” You mewled, your hands moving back to thread into Bakugou’s messy locks as you ground your hips against his, desperate to get yourself off. Your body convulses as Bakugou tightens his grip around your waist, continuing to lavish your neck in a multitude of bite marks and hickies. 

“Do you think you deserve to cum a second time after ignoring me for that shitty game?” Bakugou smirks against your skin, stopping his circles against your clit but keeping his calloused pads pressed against it, “Only good girls get to cum for daddy."

His unoccupied hand blazed up to your breast, dragging his fingernails against the sensitive skin, "Beg for it again."

"Please, please Katsuki-" 

You were harshly interrupted by his thumb and index finger pinching your nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips as he growled out, "Who?"

"Daddy!" His fingers began to rub tight circles into your clit again, your second orgasm fast approaching, "Please let me cum again!"

“Fucking do it then, slut. Cum!” Bakugou snarled, his fingers moving so fast they appeared as a blur against your wet cunt. 

Your second orgasm crested over you much harsher than the first, your vision fading yet again as Bakugou coaxed you through it, yet again. His fingers never stopped rubbing at your clit, even when he himself began to shoot thick ropes of hot cum inside of you.

“Fuck yes.” He gasped, his teeth sunken into your skin, adding to the myriad of bruises as he watched you begin to squirt. Some of your fluids landed on that shitty console he despised with a passion.

A silence fell over the room as you both came down from your highs, your body lax against his as calloused palms rubbed soothing patterns against your exposed skin. Bakugou suddenly snickered at the sight of your Switch coated in your cum, your eyes fluttering open to inquire on what he found amusing.

"Are you kidding me?!" You shouted as you scrambled out of his lap, ignoring the dull ache in your body so you could retrieve the expensive console, "Katsuki!" 

"What? Can't you just put it in rice or something?" He suggested, beginning to stand himself up and yanking his pants up over his hips.

“You are joking, right?” You rolled your eyes at his dumb suggestion while trying to pick up the device where it wasn't wet, "It doesn't work like that!"  

"Alright, alright, I'll buy you another fucking Switch." Bakugou was just about to retreat to the kitchen to grab a drink when he noticed you were already tapping away at your phone, "Who the fuck you texting now?!"

You finish typing out your message, sighing as you press the send button, "I'm just telling Kiri I can't play Animal Crossing with him because 'my Switch mysteriously broke'."

"I just fucked your brains out and you're still thinking about shitty hair?!"

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #phasm.writings #collab piece

[arhvste]

❝atsumu, kuroo, tsukishima and bokuto playing acnh ❞

miya atsumu

→ first he called the game dumb but he eventually gave in because everyone and their aunts were playing it and he didn’t wanna be left out

→ mf tries so hard for raymond at first

→ he insists it’s just because he can sell him for a lot

→ he really just wants raymond because he lowkey reminds him of osamu

→ anyways this fool doesn’t get raymond but ya know who he does get?

→ pedro

→ atsumu was ✨disgusted✨

→ “a clown?! a fukn clown?! yer jokin me!”

→ “aw don’t cry he fits in so well on your island 😹”

→ “sHUT YER TRAP 😠😠😠”

→ he hated pedro at first and for what?

→ eventually he starts vibing with him though

→ he decides that perhaps... pedro isn’t a bad guy after all

→ so atsumu develops a soft spot for him and begins to favour him over the rest of his mediocre villagers whose names he can’t be bothered to remember

→ ya know whose name he can remeber though?

→ BELLA 😡😠😡😠😡😡😠

→ the name that sparks rage in him

→ atsumu hits his villagers with his net shouting “nice cut g!” as a joke

→ with bella he’s not joking 😐

→ he hits her repeatedly and grins maliciously when she gets angry eventually

→ LOVES shoving her into pitfalls for absolutely no reason

→ cusses her out under his breath

→ writes hate mail to her only to get fustrated when she sends a nice reply about the flowers she saw the other day that reminded her of him

→ honestly bella girl it ain’t worth it, pack your bags and get outta there sis 😔

→ he wants her to get tf off his island because he doesn’t like her but he also kinda wants her to stay because he loves annoying her and making her angry

→ literally goes out of his way to buy the ugliest clothes for her to wear

→ he also has all his villagers address him as “big dick man”

→ pedro is special though 😳

→ pedro is the chosen one who gets to call him “tsumu”

→ JUST PEDRO 😤😾😡

→ literally thinks it’s the funniest thing when his villagers say “hey big dick man! the weather sure is great today isn’t it!”

→ you can hear his cackling from down the hall

→ thinks it’s the peak of comedy

→ oh and you’re not allowed to visit his island on a saturday

→ saturdays are “for the boys”

→ and by that he means he’s just going to buy a ton of matching clothes for him and pedro and talk to him all day until he eventually annoys pedro by accident to which he genuinely gets upset about

→ he doesn’t really bother with the fishing tourneys or bug offs

→ does catch a few though just to make sure he beats bella earns nook miles

→ pretty average island, not too much effort put into it yet

→ atsumu prefers channeling his energy and game time into bullying bella interacting with his villagers

kuroo tetsurō

→ bangs. it. tf. out.

→ literally acts like he doesn’t care about the game but has 395+ hours game time

→ uses the excuse it’s to play with kenma but kuroo actually got into it before kenma had the chance to look at it properly

→ fishing tourney KING

→ has multiple gold trophy’s and built a whole extension just to show them off

→ also treats all his villagers equally

→ he was a bit picky and only wanted cats and dogs on his island though

→ if you’re anything but a cat or a dog, i’m sorry but kuroo will timeskip you tf off of his island

→ has a soft spot for lucky but doesn’t admit it

→ he likes to come across as a “fair dictator of the island”

→ just admit luckys your fav and go oh my god

→ his house is really nice too

→ pretty much paid off all his debt and is financially responsible 😼

→ he will send you money over a few times a week because he claims he’s a good boyfie virtually and realistically

→ LOVES opening the letters from ‘mom’

→ it’s a small detail in the game but it brings kuroo comfort when he opens the letters and sometimes receives gifts from his virtual ‘mom’ 🥺

→ keeps all the letters from her because that’s what he would do if his real mom ever wrote to him

→ he’s a shameless timeskipper

→ “tetsu?? where tf did you get all this the games only been out a week??”

→ “👁👁 idk what you’re talking about baby”

→ the thing that annoys him the most are the fossils

→ HATES the stupid little marks in the ground that appear every day

→ also HATES talking to blathers

→ “spit it out already! i have places to be and villagers to see!”

→ completely ignores blathers’ real name and refers to him as ‘bokuto’

→ because he’s an owl duh

→ and bokuto also talks a lot

→ you thought it was a cute friendship thing at first but took it back when you heard him muttering under his breath

→ “oh my god just analyse the fossils already you himbo bird!”

→ “did you just call blathers a himbo? 😳”

→ “...no? 😳👀”

→ all in all, kuroo’s pretty good at the game

→ you like visiting his island because he has a ton of extra stuff he just gives you

→ “i never want to hear you call me a bad boyfriend again 😐”

→ “okay fine...but oNLY if you give me an ironwood dresser 😏”

tsukishima kei

→ another one who bangs it out

→ doesn’t really care when you point it out though

→ “you’re just jealous your islands a dumping ground compared to mine 🥱”

→ “k-kei 😔”

→ also sprints near where you’re fishing to scare the fish off and be spiteful 💀

→ little shit KNOWS you only need oranges to complete all the fruits on your island

→ he also knows you’re out of nook miles tickets

→ “aw that’s a shame, maybe if you were a bit better at the game you’d find them quicker but good luck! 😀”

→ oranges are his native fruit 😐😑😐

→ eventually he gives you them because you’re relentless and his patience runs thin after a while

→ good at the bug offs

→ pretty good at scorpion/tarantula hunting too

→ convinced spike is in love with him after the amount of scorpions and tarantulas he’s donated to him

→ his fossil exhibition in the museum is completed already

→ when blathers tells him the facts about the dinosaurs he just rolls his eyes

→ “i knew that already you stupid bird 🙄”

→ why’s everyone bullying blathers damn 😿

→ now, he likes henry

→ one of the few villagers he doesn’t bully

→ tsukki doesnt particularly care for majority of his villagers

→ henry has a special place in his heart though

→ maybe it’s because henry isn’t overly perky or he isn’t rude like the cranky villagers which tsukishima doesn’t like

→ henry is just??? so??? nice????

→ he can’t hate him

→ all his villagers have catchphrases that are dumb af

→ tsukki thought he was being clever when he made them but he just looks mean when other people talk to his villagers

→ “good morning i am useless! i love your outfit!”

→ henry gets to call him tsukki though

→ only because he figured out that henry reminds him of yamaguchi

→ that’s the only reason henry’s the exception to his bullying

→ i feel like tsukki has a pretty nice house too

→ he makes a lot of bells from selling scorpions and tarantulas and spare fossils he’s dug up

→ doesn’t really care about the size but has very detailed rooms

→ like all the furniture in his rooms follow a scheme

→ mf never opens his mailbox

→ doesn’t care for what the other “peasants have to say for themselves”

→ terraforming isn’t really his thing tbh

→ doesn’t like how slow the process and be and kinda likes the natural flat land

→ he likes laying down paths though

→ cusses villagers out when they get in the way though

→ full on shoves them and will keep shoving them until they get annoyed just because they’ve annoyed him

→ tsukki doesnt put as much time into the game as kuroo but his island is still pretty good and aesthetically pleasing

→ he just won’t help you make yours look like that 💀

bokuto koutarō

→ weeds. everywhere.

→ get so confused when he’s told he has to pick them all

→ “really? why can’t i just let them grow though i kinda like them 🤩”

→ mf ✨struggles✨ at the first stages

→ “y/n, you know i love you, please give me 30 iron nuggets 🥺💖💞💗”

→ ofc you give them to him because you’re well ahead in the game and don’t need them as much as he does

→ praises you like royalty but then he’s back to begging for materials from you 💀

→ doesn’t pay his debts

→ you’re gonna have to help him out here

→ doesn’t like the idea of having to constantly pay them off

→ like?? he doesn’t want a bigger house so why is this damn raccoon always bothering him to upgrade like leave him and his 2 room house alone 😠

→ has a the same camp bed and lamp from when he first moved out the tent 💀

→ insists he doesn’t need another one because the furniture all functions the same

→ he has a point tbf but his house just isn’t aesthetically pleasing

→ he also hoards stuff

→ common butterfly? yeah bokuto has 37 sitting in his storage

→ doesn’t like letting the bugs go because he “caught them fair and square”

→ you show him how to pay his debts back and then he dedicates a whole room to his stupid bugs 💀

→ loves blathers and celeste just because they’re owls

→ doesn’t care about what they’re wittering on about he loves interacting with them just because they’re the only owls in the game 😐

→ his favourite villager is kid cat

→ literally follows him around and sprints circles around him

→ l o v e s the chaos outside the town hall

→ 2 of his villagers are singing, 3 are running around and 1 is just watching like 🧍🏻‍♀️

→ HYPES his singing villagers tf up

→ “yeah get it bianca! turn it up!!! 🥳🥳”

→ has to match his villagers clothes at least once a week

→ also makes them all refer to him as “the best ace”

→ it boosts his ego a little more each time they say it

→ bokuto actually got raymond out of luck but had no idea who tf he was and just how popular he was

→ lets that mf go without advertising that raymond’s in boxes

→ atsumu screeches when he finds this out eventually

→ bokuto doesn’t care what his villagers look like everyone’s welcome

→ bella should move to bokuto’s island and move from atsumu’s because bokuto will accept her with open arms rather than a net to the head everytime he sees her 😿

→ ALWAYS remembers birthdays for his villagers

→ and always shows up to their birthday parties insisting he’s the life of the party and they’d be bored without him 😹

→ which is true to a certain degree cause the party only really starts when the player arrives

→ bokuto is actually okay at terraforming

→ quickly changes his mind after an hour of building and digging and restarts it all over again

→ he can make his island look pretty good

→ theres just weeds and buried fossils everywhere though 👁👁

→ also forgets his turnips go bad

→ literally the least financially responsible out of them all

→ it’s okay though because you help him and he eventually gets the hang of it

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[delimeful]

the end of being alone (3)

Ch 1 | Ch 2 |

warning: mentions of fear, crocodiles, discussion of teeth

-

Logan found himself grateful that he’d made arrangements to postpone their other jobs for a bit, because it looked as though they’d be staying firmly on this planet’s surface for a while.

There had been all of one attempt to bring Virgil aboard the Mindscape, and it had resulted in a significant amount of crying from both the child and Patton. Whatever circumstances had led the Human to this planet, it had left them deeply fearful of any sort of spacefaring vessel.

… This did not annul Logan’s suspicions about smuggling, though he was careful not to say as much in front of Virgil. The child was keen, and any time the fact that they were a Human was mentioned, they withdrew and began displaying body language that Logan believed indicated a desire to flee. Checking that exits were still there, putting space between themself and any of the Mindscape’s crew, anxious tics, and so forth.

Needless to say, they avoided the topic.

However, to Logan’s surprise, the child didn’t seem at all adverse to basic questions about themself. Understanding their responses was rare, of course, but the kid was picking up on Common with a shocking quickness, and Roman had turned out to be rather talented at interpreting their gestures when they didn’t have the right words.

The data that Logan had collected from these inquiries was both strange and intriguing. He’d carefully woven a mental list of it all.

1. Virgil seemed to identify by he/him, though whether that was an actual gender preference or simply a child wanting to be called the same pronouns as the three of them was up for debate. Either way, Logan seriously doubted that there was any way to convey the nebulous concept of gender through a language barrier, so he let the matter lie.

2. After eating too fast, Virgil would convulse slightly in a semi-rhythmic pattern for a short period. He didn’t seem alarmed or pained by this, only slightly irritated when it would interrupt him mid-sentence. The condition of ‘hiccups’ was thankfully temporary, since it made Roman quite jumpy. For their tiny, squeaking nature, Patton had called them ‘hicchirps’, which was ridiculous, but Virgil seemed to enjoy any and all wordplay that made it through his grasp of the language, so Logan stowed his complaints.

3. Virgil was terrified of the locals. Despite being plainly evident, this observation didn’t make sense at first, seeing as the nearby town consisted primarily of native Hiiynal and a few offplanet transfers, none of which could be described as particularly dangerous or violent. After a few days of gentle questioning and no reprimands for not answering, Virgil finally told them that the locals would ‘chase monsters far away’ and so he couldn’t risk getting near. Questioning was temporarily halted in favor of showing the Human the art of shadow symmetry, for purely scientific reasons, of course. 

(Supposition: Human children enjoyed movement games.)

4. While the synthetic meat from the ration kits was accepted by Virgil, he showed a surprising preference for sweeter food items, such as fruit and sugar crystals. Seeing as Humans were rumored to be obligate carnivores or even raw flesh-eaters, this was a strange discrepancy. Virgil had even eaten some of the leafy vegetables Logan had brought, face pinched up in disgust but insisting that eating ‘greens’ would make one tall. It was unclear to Logan what color had to do with nutrients or growth. He was also slightly alarmed at the implication of Virgil being short for his age.

5. Virgil seemed, for all intents and purposes, fixated on Roman.

The latest data point was a work in progress. Logan hadn’t mentioned it to Roman himself, because the Cravon was already fairly worked up over everything the Human did as it was. Nobody seemed sure if this jumpiness was because of the Human child, or on behalf of it.

Still, it was present in little ways. For example, even as he answered Logan’s latest series of questions, his gaze would occasionally flicker up from his hands to Roman, who sat at the mouth of the little cave, carefully peeling more fruit. It wasn’t about the food; Patton had taken it upon himself to make sure the child knew he only had to ask to get something to eat. No, this  ‘almost-staring’ was a frequent occurrence, no matter what Roman preoccupied himself with.

“You were saying you met… Susan… when another predator was attacking it?”

Virgil nodded, hurriedly looking back to his hands. “It was a big bite monster, and Susan was loud crying, so I did, uh,” he lifted his arms up, hands spread wide, “this, and I was loud at it until it ran away. Like raccoons back on Dirt.”

Dirt was apparently Virgil’s name for his home. Logan hadn’t heard of ‘raccoons’ before. He decided not to get sidetracked. “I’d estimate the creature you saw was a Lifel. They are the natural predators of Humlilts.”

“Natural?” Virgil mimicked.

“It means ‘of nature’,” Logan attempted to clarify, gesturing around them. “In the wild.”

Virgil only grew more confused with the wide, encompassing gesture. “Sky? Was not flying.”

Logan glanced at Roman, checking that he was still preoccupied. Patton was back at the ship, contacting a friend for advice. There seemed no better opportunity if he wanted to avoid overwhelming Virgil.

“Virgil, would you like to try something new?” he asked, carefully neutral. It wouldn’t do to put any pressure on the child.

The Human squinted at him slightly, quick to use his most common phrase. “Will it hurt?”

“It will not hurt,” Logan replied, ignoring the tightening in his core with careful practice. It always felt so wrong, that a mere pupa would be so familiar with hurt. “I will always tell you if something might hurt.”

“Mmm.” The Human hummed, the way he always did when they told him such things. Like he wasn’t sure if he could believe it. “What’s it?”

“What is it,” Logan corrected automatically. “It is something I can do, to show you new words. Want to try a little bit, first?” That was the phrase they used for new foods, but it applied well enough to mindsharing.

Virgil clenched and unclenched his hands for a moment longer before nodding, going a little tense like he expected something unpleasant. Logan held a hand out to him, waiting until he’d reached out in return to start sharing.

Small, simple flashes of images and sensations. Quiet forests, shallow oceans, clean air. Plants, bugs, animals, humanoids, living and dying and living again. Nature.

Virgil had pinched his eyes closed immediately at the start of the low-level telepathy, and Logan only had a moment to worry that maybe it had hurt him in some manner.

Then, there was a feeling of recognition. Without a moment to spare, Virgil had grasped the nature of the Vidi and was projecting his own thoughts. Walking on a crunchy leaf-covered trail with other Human young, a winged insect emerging from a cocoon, the crack of thunder and heavy rain on a windowsill. Nature.

“Wow!” Virgil whispered, imprint thoughts flickering like flames, too quick for Logan to really see. “You see into heads!”

Logan pulled back slightly, offering a bit of content-smug in return to the Human’s awe. “That is one way of framing it, yes. So, you understand what I mean, about the Lifel being a natural predator?”

“Carnivore,” Virgil mumbled, and then offered image-thoughts of several creatures that Logan could only assume were from the deathworlder’s home planet. He watched with morbid curiosity as Virgil remembered a clip from a screen, displaying large ungulates with twisting horns crossing a river, and then being dragged underwater by a dark, writhing shape.

“That’s a crocodile,” Virgil told him, his eyes still closed tight in concentration. “They’ve got big teeth and they do death rolls. They look like alligators, but I know they aren’t because gators live in Florida.”

“Florida?” Logan asked. He wondered if perhaps ‘gators’ were kept in captivity for species preservation. Or perhaps they were too dangerous left in the wild?

Virgil showed him a memory of a long, reptilian form with a narrow, tooth-filled jaw. It was wading steadily through a swimming pool, not paying any mind to Virgil, who was sitting with his legs dipped in the pool, watching in fascination. “I lived there!”

“Oh,” Logan managed, his ears going numb with fear at the idea of a child being so near a creature like that. “So it would seem.”

The Human patted him carefully, a gesture of comfort. “It’s okay. The bad guys didn’t take any gators or crocodiles from Dirt. Just people.”

Virgil’s words trailed off, a sense of melancholy overwhelming him. Rather than find out more about the Human’s past, Logan felt an unreasonably strong urge to stop that sadness. “Could you perhaps tell me more about these… ‘crocodiles’? You seem to be quite informed on them.”

“I had a book about them,” Virgil managed, slowly dragging his thoughts away from his abduction. “Did you know some crocodiles have a… a ‘biting force’ of five thousand pounds?”

He had lapsed into English, the sentence sounding well-recited, but Logan still got the general idea of what he meant, and a strong image of a picture book, covered in writing he couldn’t read but still understood. If Logan was right about the measurement conversions, the fact was terrifying.

“That’s very interesting,” he mused, because terrifying and interesting often went hand in hand. “Are there any other predators that can bite like that?”

Virgil scrunched his face up in thought. “Maybe sharks. Oh, but for sure a T. Rex!”

Logan saw a very concerning glimpse of a large fish with too many teeth before Virgil’s mind switched to a cartoon depiction of a larger creature with also too many teeth. He was beginning to see a trend in deathworlder species. “I… see.”

“They’re all dead, though,” Virgil told him sadly, projecting a memory of a huge display of bones. He then seemed to perk up, glancing over at Roman again. “Except for in space!”

Logan narrowly avoided laughing out loud, covering his throat before the vibrating chirps could get far. So, this was the truth behind the Human’s interest!

“Roman is not a ‘dinosaur’,” he clarified, once he felt composed enough to do so. “In fact, I believe he rarely even eats meat.”

Virgil squinted at him. “Are you sure? Maybe he’s a secret dinosaur.”

Logan wiggled his fingers thoughtfully. “I suppose we’ll just have to check.”

---

“Roman, would you come here for a moment?”  

Roman looked up from his task, immediately suspicious. Logan sounded strangely amused, like he was on the brink of laughing at him. That was never a good sign.

Still, the Human was looking over at him with those wide, strange eyes, and he wasn’t about to run away. He got to his feet, leaving his pile of dana peels behind as he crossed the cave floor. “What is it, dear esteemed companion who would never take advantage of me?”

“I need you to show us your teeth,” Logan said, very much not being a dear esteemed companion who would never take advantage of him. Roman resisted the urge to hang his head in resignation. He should have expected this. The Ulgorii was shameless when it came to exploiting his friends for science.

“How about absolutely not?” he replied, because there were actually limits to his tolerance for shenanigans, and one of those limits was threat-displaying at a baby Human.

“Hold on, look,” Logan said, and then bared his own ridged teeth with a click.

The Human did his small grimace-smile back, entirely unphased. They both looked to him expectantly. Roman felt as though he was being ganged up on.

“Um,” Virgil said, painfully tentative, “please?”  

Roman felt extremely ganged up on.

He squatted, tail keeping him perfectly balanced, and pulled at the corner of his mouth to show some of his teeth.

“Woah,” Virgil breathed.

“See how the back teeth are narrow but dull? They’re designed to crack bones and get to the marrow at the center,” Logan narrated, like the nerd he was. “Roman doesn’t have the small incisors or sharp molars required for proper full-time carnivores.”

Roman almost reminded his crewmate to use small words, but Virgil seemed to get the idea, leaning uncomfortably close to stare. He then opened his own mouth, like he was planning to take a bite out of something, displaying a shocking number of tiny little bone-teeth crammed inside. Some of them were uncomfortably sharp.

Rather than attack anyone, though, Virgil touched his own teeth, carefully inspecting the shape of them. Roman resisted the urge to get him to sanitize his hands. Kits would be kits, he supposed.

Logan was patiently watching as Virgil pointed to each tooth in turn, and he obligingly recited the name of each type of tooth for the kit. His two lower arms took frantic notes on Human jaw structure, probably to prepare more elaborate meal plans better suited to a deathworlder diet. The kid soaked every bit of information in like a sponge.

Finally, after a long moment of thought, he announced, “My ‘lower canine’ is going to fall out in close time!”

“Soon,” Logan offered, always quick to interpret the Human’s occasional nonsense Common. “'My lower canine is going to fall out soon.'” And then, after a moment’s pause. “Wait, it’s going to what?”

And then, because Roman’s day needed more nightmare fuel, the kit bared his tiny fangs at them and poked one with his tongue, revealing that it did indeed seem to be sickeningly loose. In fact, Roman could see a few other gaps in the curved row of teeth, some with little bits of bone peeking out.

“Stars above,” Roman said, feeling a little faint. Logan was already interrogating a very confused Virgil on whether or not losing teeth was indicative of an illness or not.

“They’re just my little teeth,” Virgil told them, seemingly unconcerned with holes in his mouth. “I get big ones later.”

“There are plenty of species that have milk teeth, but to have their adult set not fully-formed by the time the milk teeth are ready to fall out…,” Logan quickly devolved into muttering, hands flicking.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” Roman asked despite himself, eyeing the kit just in case he was going to burst into tears all of the sudden. Roman himself had lost one or two front teeth before his next set had fully formed, and each time it had felt like biting on hot metal.

“Nuh-uh.” Virgil seemed to have moved from confused to amused, still not entirely sure what the fuss was all about. “Not unless I,” he mimed pulling on the tooth, and Roman made a click-click-click of parental don’t-do-that chiding before he’d even fully registered the alarm he’d felt at the motion.

Virgil clicked back at him curiously, sounding exactly like a tiny version of an exasperated parent. Roman tucked his face against his shoulder, unsure if he should laugh or despair.

This Human was really going to be the death of him.

#sanders sides #space au #ts virgil #ts roman #ts logan #teoba #the end of being alone #writing #my writing #crocodiles #raccoon #you all wanted baby teeth and so baby teeth you shall receive #ask to tag

[ghoulciifer]

Lol, aight, I'll bite. Shinsou, Bakugo and Shoto hcs for what they would do for you in animal crossing? Like, would they plant flowers for you, or help you meticulously plan your island? I kinda imagine Shoto becoming obsessed with the Stalk Market, originally to pay of all your loans but then it it becomes really fun for him... Something like that? :3c

hc: how Shinsou, Bakugou, and Todoroki play Animal Crossing with you.

tw: none

tags: fluff, animal crossing, me gushing over hitoshi and shoto

notes: hi anon, ty for taking my bait hehe i really had to think about this one and it was actually super fun to write!! idk why i’ve been in stuck on ac mode or what my obsession w thinking how hq or bnha characters would feel about it is but i’m glad you guys are feeding into that lol. as always ty for requesting, inbox is open, and ily dearly, nonnie. ❥

» out of these three i definitely think shinsou is the only one who actually owns the game and plays on his own island

» he’s a gamer boi, prove me wrong i fkn dare you

» so i think regardless if you two are hanging out with each other or not he’s always on your island or you’re always in his, switching back and forth between the two to help each other out

» i see him as an aesthetic player, he wants his island to have a certain vibe when his friends (literally just you n’ denki) come to visit or when he’s just chilling by himself, fishing with tex or smth idk

» so he’s always on the lookout for things to add, be it from nook’s cranny or design codes he stumbles upon

» he also cares about your island’s atmosphere so best believe he’s sending you shit left and right

» can’t even count how many times you’ve hopped on the game to find your mailbox full of things he sent you with a mix of cute n’ mean notes attached

» they range from “y r u so stinky >:(“

» to “i love you so fuckin much have this shaved ice maker”

» no in between

» also somehow pays off his loans WAY too fast, like where is he getting this fuckin much he spends so many bells on the two of you

» never fails to drop bags of them in front of your house before he hops off for the day

» you try to get him to take the bells back because you are an independent woman who don’t need no man jk pls love me ‘toshi

» but he just runs to the airport and shuts his switch off as soon as you start chasing him

» texts you not even 30 seconds later to say he doesn’t mind being your sugar daddy 🙄

» now I see bakugou as being someone who can’t be bothered by ac LOL

» not that he wouldn’t enjoy it bc i very much so think he would (though he’d never admit it)

» but he wouldn’t really make an effort to hop on every day, maybe doing so every once in a while to blow off some steam or kill some time

» he probably wouldn’t own his own switch either tbh so he’d be on your island as player two awe

» probably put his house way the fuck at the top of the map so no one could bother him LOL

» when you’re not on with him he’ll just do some housekeeping like picking weeds, selling overgrown flowers, watering any plants you were trying to grow, etc.

» just help out with the general upkeep of the island

» lets you do all the decorating and building because he likes your style much better than his own also can’t stick with an aesthetic to save his life

» wracks up a SHIT ton of bells from all the tree chopping, weed picking, bug catching and fishing he does (BUT DOES NOT SHARE WITH YOU)

» majority of your museums donations were from him because he just wants you to worry about making the island look nice

» he. is. a. villager. gatekeeper. WILL NOT let an ugly villager move in and if they do? he’s bonkin’ them with his net and sending them trash DAILY

» “GET THE FUCK OFF Y/N’S ISLAND YOU UGLY ASS RAT”

» you don’t mind tho because he’s uh, kinda right

» overall he’s just helping you out with the small, tedious things that come with your island. would never admit it but deep down he does it because he knows how much you enjoy putting things together to create your own cute little world

» always sends you post cards at the end of the day to tell you what he did and remind you he loves you <3

» i really had to sit and think ab this one because while i wholeheartedly agree with anon that he’d be into the stalk market, he would not understand why tf you play this game LOL

» honestly don’t even try to sit there and explain it because he’ll just stare at you like

» “?? you like being in debt to a raccoon ??”

» but i think once you convince him to give it a try he’ll KIND OF see the appeal

» especially, like anon said, the whole stalk market dynamic and how relatively easy it is to make bells

» another one who probably doesn’t own a switch so he plays on your island too, but he definitely puts his house RIGHT NEXT to yours, what a cutie

» he’s just trying to help out out the best he can. really likes putting whatever bells he makes during the day toward your loans or dropping them in your home so you can use them to relocate a building or smth

» surprisingly really into gardening ??

» when he complimented your flowers in front of resident services you told him he could have a whole lot to himself to make a garden, if he wanted to

» his face LITERALLY went 🥺 ‘n you almost cried from how sweet he looked

» so now your entire island is just covered in pretty flowers and shrubbery, a whole garden off to the side next to a waterfall and an orchard right beside it

» sometimes he’ll pick whatever flower matches your outfit the best and give it to you so you can put it on your character’s noggin’ HE IS SO CUTE

» you like to remind him how funny it is that he’s suddenly so invested in the game when he could not understand why you liked it so much

» “Well... it’s almost like I’m building another life with you, Y/N. Of course I like it now.”

» then proceeds to hold your cheeks in his hands when you become a blushing, blubbering mess from his words

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