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attachablepenis · 11 months

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absolutely obsessed with the idea of alpha dave and rose doing everything they can to be parents to children they will never ever meet. dave filming pbs style educational videos for baby dirk and rose recording herself doing dramatic readings of bed time stories for lil roxy. hidden presents around the house that say "Open only on your 8th birthday" and "for when youre 12". leaving pictures of themselves in the kids home so they know that even though they're alone, this person loved them and did their best to make an apocalypse livable for them. video recordings and handwritten notes and instruction manuals and nonperishable food and "i dont know you but i love you" and "ill never get to meet you but im proud of you" and "youll never know me but i did my best to take care of you" in every way they knew how

#like its just insane to me how much they could have done to try and ease dirk and roxys life #and i get teary eyed thinking of it #homestuck #alpha dave #alpha rose #like they didnt HAVE to do anything #they didnt come across these babies like the beta guardians #they had to step up and do their best to be there for kids they will never meet #penis meows

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mexreny · 4 months

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at the end of their date, q!pac and q!fit promise their aid and time to one another, enjoy the sunset and share a hug!

#qsmp #hideduo #qsmp fitmc #qsmp pac #q!fit #q!pactw #“baby steps…I’m working on myself.” what if I cried and screamed #they mean so much to me. if you care #they’re just so happyyy surely this peace on quesadilla island will last

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rodolfoparras · 6 months

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Woke up and thought: I need TF141+Rudy to be my princesses!! But then my brain went to Price as my princess!! (I tend to be one of those people who is kind of like mom friend, but also guard dog??? Protective as hell but absolutely remembers small details about you and somehow just knows your emotional state??? So I guess my brain was like: GIVE THEM THE PRINCESS TREATMENT!! ☠️🤧)

He’s older and has always been this gruff masculine man. Every partner he’s had has always been his princess, and while he did love it, something in him tugged and tugged until he realized it was wanting and jealousy.

So of course when you join and despite the profession you’re in, you’re so kind. Not in the sweet bbg way, but in the “I will take care of and protect you no matter what” sir yes sir way. And it throws him for a loop!

But he sees the positive affect, how around base the tension the TF used to carry despite being safe is ebbing away. And that tug of want absolutely starts to burn inside of him.

You’re not even this hulking beast of a man, but something about you just screams safety and protection. And the way you take care of them all, has a wave of heat flashing through him. The way you subtly check on Ghost because anything too overt feels patronizing to him, the way you make sure Soap can calm his anger properly and give him you to vent to, making sure Gaz is truly alright after a difficult choice and making sure he feels settled. But the way you check on him is just… more.

Hand at the small of his back, to let him know you’re there. Somehow you figured out physical touch grounds him. Giving him water and even bringing him food when he’s been too focused on paperwork. Somehow noticing all his little quirks and tells, and always being there when he needs it despite the fact he can do this by himself. Hell you’re the only one to figure out that he gets hangry… well more so grumpy hungry and always get him his favorite.

So of course he has to ask, granted he’s nervous but he does. And somehow it just leads to you giving him the full blown princess treatment he’s always wanted. Hell, that pool of arousal in his gut becomes ever so present when you actually call him princess! (Not forcible feminization, just princess title ☺️)

Idk I just want Price to be my princess, Gaz to be my princess, Soap to be my princess, Ghost to be my princess, and Rudy to be my princess. 🤧🤧 I want to love and dote on those idiots so much!

(If anything made you uncomfortable pls let me know! I will apologize! <33)

🐻‍❄️-

Hear me out sugar..

It first started when you bought a new bucket hat for him. He’d jokingly complained that one more rough landing to the ground and his bucket hat would fall apart.

You had stepped up offered to buy him a new, being fully serious about it too

He had accepted the offer, even jokingly said he’d buy the most expensive one to make a whole in you wallet

But he found himself frozen in place when you picked out the most high end store for outdoor clothes.

He didn’t even know what to say when you walked ahead of him over to where the hats were displayed, searching high and low for the perfect bucket hat.

You hadn’t even asked for his size but instead put different types of hats on him, standing so close he could feel your knees knocking together, calloused fingers grazing his skin as you felt the material under your fingertips, feeling heat creep his cheeks as your eyes stayed glued to him.

For the first time he feels an unfamiliar sort of feeling bubbling up inside of him.

Undercover missions were his least favorite type of missions. It involved a lot of play and pretended and visiting place he usually wouldn’t be in, like a bar full of people half his age, drunk out of their minds and barely able to stand upright.

Price enjoyed a pint or two but this was way too much for his taste, had a grimace painting his face, something you quickly noticed.

“Not a fan?” You say, chuckling at the man’s obvious distaste.

“Never been” Price responds, carefully weaving his way through the floor of dancing bodies, with you following swift behind.

“How about I buy you a drink?” You don’t even turn to him to see the look on his face, already signaling for the bartender.

You hadn’t turned around to ask him his prefered drink already knowing it by heart for whatever reason, and once again he finds himself frozen in place, from utter confusion.

The bar was full of people but somehow you had managed to snag a chair for him, signaling for him to take a seat while you’d be left standing and once again he found himself speechless but sat downin anyway. As he takes a sip of his drink he notices your eyes on him.

“Good?” You ask, carefully gauging his face and once again he feels heat creep up his ears neck and cheeks, only managing a nod to your question.

“I’m just going to the bathroom real quick,” you say with a sheepish smile on your face and maybe he’d chid you for picking the worst moments to do your needs but he couldn’t focus on anything else but your hand on his elbow, your hot breath caressing his face and the way your cologne assaulted his senses as you leaned into him.

All he can do is nod in response before he continues to sip his drink, praying the liquor will keep him from saying something stupid.

It’s only been a couple of minutes that you’ve been gone before someone’s approaching him and attempting at making small talk.

Although he politely answers the stranger’s questions, it’s visible that Price is uncomfortable, shoulders rigid, smile forced and fingers fiddling with a napkin forgotten at the bar.

Suddenly there’s an arm around his waist, and he stiffens further before your cologne hits his sense and he feels himself relax in your embrace.

He doesn’t know what you had said to the other man all he could focus on is the warm palm on his back, fingers tattically brushing against the silver of his skin peeking through the shirt he’s wearing. But whatever you had said made the stranger nod his head, glass raising in the air before he walks away.

“Thank you” Price says, turning to you with a soft smile on his face

“Just doing my duty captain” you say with a smile on your face as you pull your hand away from his waist.

Another unfamiliar feeling bubbles up in his gut, this one he doesn’t like so much.

3. He once again finds himself in a bar, this time by his own choice, a place he’d picked to celebrate a successful mission.

He’d maybe had one two or three too many drinks when the world had started to spin around him, and someone, maybe soap? Maybe ghost? Had asked you to take him home.

Maybe if he’d been in his right mind he’d turn red at the fact that you were seeing him in such state, maybe if he’d been in his right mind he’d be able to feel the jolts coursing through his body from where your skin touched his. Maybe if he’d been in his right mind he realized how close you were to him, as you slung an arm around his waist, easily supporting him with your weight before taking him back to base.

Next thing he knows he’s waking up in his own room, a bit more sober than before, two bottles of water laying on his nightstand along with painkillers.

There’s even a washcloth on his bed and somehow he’s managed to strip himself down to his boxer and undershirt.

However before he could try decipher how he’d manage to do that in his drunken state, he hears his bathroom door squeak open and immediately flies out of bed, grabbing the first thing in his hand to defend himself which just happens to be-

"Painkillers? Really captain? I’d never guess that would be your weapon of choice”

There’s a brief moment of confusion, before it’s replaced with relazation and only then is he able to respond to your comment “oh piss of” he grunts out, throwing the bottle to the ground before he sits back down in his bed, hand clutching his throbbing head.

He hears you chuckle in response before the bed dips beside him.

“Here” you say, handing him the bottle he’d just thrown away.

He looks between the bottle and your face, heat creeping up his own face before he takes the pills in his hand.

Before he can even ask, you hand him a bottle of water and he does his best to ignore the jolts coursing through his fingertips as your hands briefly touch.

“Thanks” he says before he throws back the pills, swallowing them down with the water you gave him, and only then does he notice how thirst he is, quickly emptying the bottle in a matter of seconds.

“Want more?” You say, offering another bottle laying on the nightstand.

“No” he grunts out before he turns to look at you. “What are you doing here?” He says before he abruptly cuts himself off “I mean this is my room- not that you’re not allowed I mean-“ he continues to run his mouth only ever shutting up once he hears you laugh.

“It’s okay” you say waving away his worries “you got drunk and I helped you get back home, you wouldn’t let me leave though” his eyes widen at that, mouth ready to run again before you’re waving off his words with the flick of your hand “i helped you get in bed and by the time I brought you water and pain killers you had passed out, I kind of made a mess of the bathroom looking for painkillers so I thought I should fix that before I left “ you say with a sheepish look on your face.

It’s only now he realizes that you’ve been the one to strip the clothes off of him, you’ve seen every scar every mark he’d kept hidden under his clothing and once again he feels heat creeping up his cheeks.

He shouldn’t be this comfortable being touched by a stranger while unconscious but you aren’t a stranger and you’d only ever touched him with care and consideration like now as your hand is hovering over his in case he doesn’t want you touching him.

“If I made you feel uncomfortable-“

“No!” He says a bit too hasty before he corrects himself “I mean it’s alright, thank you for taking care of me”

It seems like that’s all you need to hear for the worry to trickle out of your bones, shoulders slumping and hand caressing his own.

“Alright, good” you say with a soft smile on your face hand resting atop of his own before you pull away “well it’s late and I need to go to bed or else you won’t see me bright and early in the morning” you say as you get up.

Although you probably meant the training sessions you were supposed to have in the morning he couldn’t help the unfamiliar feeling from bubbling up inside, maybe he should call it familiar since he’s felt it a couple of times now.

“Sleep well captain” you say sending him a playful salute before walking through the door.

And as the door shuts close Price realizes one thing.

He’s fucked.

#alec answers #🐻‍❄️ anon #sorry sugar I ate dinner in the middle of this but I finished it tbh this should have a much bigger Drabble but I’m letting my writers block #disappear in baby steps and this is one way djdjdj #call of duty #john price #john price x reader #john price x male reader #captain john price #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #male reader #x male reader

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skyloftian-nutcase · 1 day

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I want to write some stuff for this but am actively nodding off so y'all just get an info dump before I forget it instead. (My baby loftwing being all fluffed and happy on my chest is not helping me focus lol)

Anyway! Miphlink baby!

I think it would be pretty neat if he was hard of hearing. The mix of Hylian/Zora genes mostly goes fine, but that's the one thing that just gets him. Part of it is because Zora and Hylian ears are different - Zora ears are small openings hidden under the side fins on their heads, and we all know about Hylian ears. Zora rely on different hearing sensors when underwater, hollowed out structures in their heads that allow, essentially, for echolocation. Miphlink baby is born with Hylian ears tucked behind thinner side fins, no structures for echolocation, and not the best hearing. So Link and Mipha have to sign with him most of the time, though he does hear a little better underwater since sound travels better underwater.

While Mipha's color scheme for her scales is like crystla red and creamy white, baby's color scheme is a lighter shade of red paired with Link's skin tone. He doesn't have claws, either, but he does have sharp incisors. He's got his dad's blue eyes.

As for size, when he's full grown he'll stand around the height of an adult Hylian man, so he'll be taller than his dad but short by Zora standards (I figure Mipha seems pretty short for her people's standards too - she is a teenager, of course, but like... she's shorter than Link. Girl is tiny). He's got the structural fins like any Zora, but his body proportions are those of a Hylian (longer legs, shorter torso, whereas Zora are shorter legs and longer torso).

He grows at a rate similar to Hylians - Zora age twice as slow as Hylians until they hit adulthood, and then they just... are adults for a million years. But Miphlink baby grows roughly at the rate of a Hylian, maybe a little slower, and the rest of the Domain is just floored at how fast this kid is hitting his growth milestones.

He definitely has that cute "head tail is too big for his body" thing going on that Sidon had <3

#miphlink #I love seeing people's takes on a miphlink baby #I am still cackling at the idea of Link being a Tired Dad working Too Many Jobs #with Mipha being a Mom Who Overstretches Herself Too Much #so both their parents and friends have to step in to save them from self destructing #meanwhile Zelda is a Stressed Queen and Link and Mipha are trying to support her too because they're all besties #and it's just a hilarious combination and I adore it #and then totk happens and Link gets to channel his inner Abel and be completely Done with everything #Link: *fighting monsters*#Miphlink Baby: *waving frantically and signing he has to pee*#Link while killing a horde of beasts: NOT NOW--#Miphlink baby doing the pee dance: But I gotta goooooo #guys I gotta make this like some silly little series or something good grief XD #mipha #age of calamity link #aoc link #age of calamity #with eventual totk lol #legend of zelda

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shingodzillaa · 6 months

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Really hate how comfortable people feel about saying the most rude shit to me when I talk about my pet rats! So I’m not pulling any punches anymore.

If I’m talking about my pet rats and you respond with something along the lines of “ewwww”

= you’re an asshole and you’re rude.

If you say something like “oh do you feed them to snakes?” After I’ve made it clear that they are my babies

= you’re a mean asshole and you’re rude.

And I’m not afraid to call you out on being rude as fuck or mean. I’m literally talking about my babies. These are my pets, my children.

Learn some manners! Keep your goddamn opinions about my pets to yourself.

#ratblr #petblr #rats #pet rats #it just makes me mad. I called the person out for this behavior and they thankfully apologized before I could get mean about it #legit I was like ‘I am literally talking about my babies and you’re being really mean.’ and she stepped back and apologized #not everyone does apologize so I’m grateful for that #but this happens too much

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binah-beloved · 17 days

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Binah whose touches are fleeting and tentative at first, her fingers just barely grazing against your skin before being pulled back again. Her expression hadn't changed, the same flat, stoic gaze as before, but you could see minute trembles running through her hand.

Binah who used to tense when you hugged her, not knowing what to do with her arms before carefully placing them around you. Despite her immense strength, you could barely even feel her embrace.

Binah who, for a long time, didn't squeeze your hand back, only curling her fingers just so until you could feel her nails brush against your skin, feather-light. it's not until you completely laced your fingers with hers that she tightened her grip, even a little.

Binah, who refrained from touching you any more than the gentlest of presses, knowing how easily she could break you; and Binah, who pulls you into the tightest, warmest hug you've ever experienced when you reunite in the Library, heart filled with you and you alone.

#project moon #lobotomy corporation #library of ruina #binah #binah lobcorp #binah library of ruina #yes she knows her own strength but you're precious to her #and she despises the thought of accidentally harming you #it's baby steps in the facility #by the end she can comfortably hold your hand #but in the library she misses you so much #so all pretenses fall away

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