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seventh-district · 5 months
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it’s finally getting cold enough that i can bring my cardigan collection back into rotation without feeling like i’m gonna melt into a puddle the second i step outside!!!
#Seven.txt#my face#i have rematerialized back out of the void to once again make my once-in-a-blue-moon selfie & life update post#i’m running on 4 hours of restless sleep and the single banana i ate for lunch earlier today. let’s do this#hrrrrg i hate the lighting in my bathroom but i refuse to take pictures in the absolute Mental Illness Disaster Zone™️ that is my bedroom#anyways. got diagnosed with Mystery Pain Syndrome at the dentist today. so now i take ✨steroids✨#the less funny explanation is that my tooth still hurts with pressure nearly a month post-root canal and That’s Not Good#so we’re trying some new medications to see if that fixes it. and if not then who knows. root canal pt.2 the sequel. or extraction. sigh#and so the Dental Saga continues. todays visit went quite well in spite of the unforeseen mystery pain delaying the tooth-shaving plans#we had some time to kill so he managed to fill some of my other tiny cavities while i was there today so that’s good#okay moving on. what else. uhh. OH they finally came out and ran the fiber to the house last week!!! now i’m just waiting on one more-#-guy to come and finish the interior install and the long awaited fast internet will finally be mine eheheheheeeee#now i can feel my hours upon hours of unedited gameplay footage breathing down my neck :)#man i’ve got so much stuff piled up right now. i’m drowning in Tasks and it’s a lil overwhelming but i’ll handle it all! eventually#uhhhhm my current writing project is coming along well! i’ve never put so much time and effort into a oneshot before in my life#its a labor of love though and i think i’m gonna be really proud of myself (and the fic) once it’s complete#even if no one reads it bc it’s so goddamn self indulgent and kinda lowkey throws canon out the window but like. fuck it!#if i want Astarion to write a song on piano and perform it for me while mentally taking me on a trip down memory lane. then so be it#fr though i’ve never written anything quite like this and i rlly want to do it justice. even if its unrealistic i still want it to be Good#in other news i received word that one of the chickens i sponsor at my local Gentle Barn has passed away so i had a lil cry abt that#i feel so bad for his little tiny chicken wife. they obviously loved each other and it’s like. so sad when one half of an old couple dies#like. she pulled him out of his depression after his 1st wife died. now who’s gonna be there to pull Her out…#anyways let’s not get all sad about that again. in happier news my cat who i presumed died/got killed has returned home uninjured!!!#after that huge stray dog chased her into the woods i thought we’d never find or see her again#but then the morning after i started grieving her she showed back up hungry as hell yet completely unharmed like the enigma that she is#so that’s one definite highlight from earlier this month. uhh what else. rapid fire summary of the past few weeks let’s go-#Jersey turned 10! Bullet turned 10! my 6 year Veganniversary happened! i’m approaching 700 days on DuoLingo!#i’ve written more than 20 thousand words! i’ve been facing some fears! fighting my OCD! taking care of myself! (kinda!)#anyways things are far from being all sunshine and roses around here but i’m trying to focus on the good stuff for the most part#for now tho i have a headache and have reached 30 tags so it’s time to go shovel some mashed potatoes into my mouth :)
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imagineanime2022 · 4 months
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Heroes W/ An S/O W/ A Talking Cat
Keigo Takami (Hawks) X Reader, Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum) X Reader, Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead) X Reader, Yamada Hizashi (Present Mic) X Reader
Requested: Anon
Request: Hi 👋, I read your story about the Lov with s/o who has a talking cat while I was reading it. I was thinking how funny it would be if it was the pro heroes instead of the villain like Mr. Aizawa, or hawks, or any other pro hero with S/O’s talking cat I think that would be hilarious?😂 AND Hello I really love your work it’s amazing😁 I love your post about the LOV with a witch S/O who has a pet talking cat I wanted to ask if there was one for the pro heroes like Aizawa, Mirko, Fat gum or even Hawks I think that would’ve been hilarious to know what their reactions would be like to S/O’s talking cat?😂
Keigo Takami/ Hawks
🪶 Keigo found out because he was teasing him, you had warned him not to but he didn’t listen, lucky for you instead of lashing out. Your cat decided to tell him off themselves. 🪶 It only took a little while before they both started to tease each other, Keigo scaring your cat half to death and your cat taking every opportunity to jump on Keigo or swipe at his feet. 🪶 You could come home to a disaster zone if Keigo got home before you, which was not often but when it did happen you honestly dreaded it. 🪶 You literally could not trust them to do anything, they were proud creatures and often tried to show you how much better they were then the other and that lead to even more problems.
You had been in the shower, you had only left them for 15 minutes and as you walked out of the bathroom when you heard a crash, you ran into the living room with nothing but a towel wrapped around your body “woah hello there beautiful.” Keigo smirked as he looked away from (Y/C/N) across the room. “Gross, that is my parent.!” (Y/C/N) continued. “Well they’re my partner so cover your ears if you don’t wanna hear it!” Keigo ordered. “What the hell is going on?” You asked, arms crossed as you looked between the two of you. “Nothing that you need to worry your pretty little head about, I’m just proving that he couldn’t catch me if he tried.” Keigo smirked as he looked back at the cat. “He has caught you before… Many times.” You reminded him. “Told you!” (Y/C/N) cheered. “Ah yes but that is swiftly followed by my own attack.” Keigo said. “Almost as if I were expecting it.” “Can you both just behave yourself for 10 minutes while I get changed?” You asked. “Ask him, he’s the one that starts it.” (Y/C/N) turned his back to Keigo and you narrowed your eyes as you saw the feathers moving towards the unknowing feline. “Stop.” “Fine fine, I’ll just come with you.” He wriggled his eyebrows as you rolled your eyes, turning away from him. “You're gross.” (Y/C/N) muttered as he disappeared into the kitchen. You turned away to walk back into the bedroom and get changed as Keigo followed. “You can’t expect me to behave myself without a reward.” Keigo followed you into the room catching you before you would walk towards the draws that housed all of you pajamas. “Will you ever learn to behave yourself?” You asked. “You don’t want that.” He teased, pressing a kiss to your jaw slowly coaxing you into something other than getting dressed.
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Taishiro Toyomitsu/ Fatgum
🍡 Fatgum didn’t realise that there was anything different about your cat in fact it probably could have stayed that way for a very long time. 🍡 They got along well whenever he was eating something he shared with you little companion and scolded you when you told the little one that they had enough. You at one point were sure that the little guy was putting on weight. 🍡 They loved cuddling up together and you would often find them in bed or on the sofa, he found out about him talking when he walked in on the two of you arguing about stealing your boyfriend. 🍡 From there he treated him more like a child then a pet, scolding him and playing with him and still feeding him more than he needed.
You sighed as you walked into the house, smiling as you heard Taishiro talking in the other room, you knew that he was talking to (Y/C/N), you walked into the room raising an eyebrow as you watched the two “if I give you an extra dinner you can’t tell mum, she’s going to kill me!” Taishiro muttered, hunched over the cat that was looking at him with pleading eyes. “I never tell her.” (Y/C/N) answered and you narrowed your eyes, they both got up, it took longer for your cat to notice you than your boyfriend (who stopped dead in his tracks) because of the sofa obscuring the little one’s vision. “Extra dinners?” You asked. “Really?” “He said he was starving.” Taishiro said. “He always says that he’s starving, I took him for a check up, he’s almost overweight!” You complained. “Alright… I’ll stop.” Taishiro said. “You promised me that before and look what happened…” You crossed your arms over your chest and turned away from them. (Y/C/N) was the first to come over rubbing against your ankle, you glanced down at him and he looked up at you. “I know that this diet is hard but once we get you back to a healthy weight, you can have your treats back as a reward.” You reached down, tickling his chin. “This is stupid.” (Y/C/N) grumbled and you nodded. “Uh huh, so no extra dinner for you and you.” You pointed at Taishiro across the room who was looking as guilty as ever. “No sweets for the rest of the night.” “Yes ma’am.” He nodded as he walked over, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I’m leaving you alone for 20 minutes while I shower and get changed but if you do anything I’ll be able to smell the guilt on you.” You warned them. “Humans can’t smell guilt.” (Y/C/N) said. “Test me.” You goaded him before disappearing into the bedroom and further into the bathroom.
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Shota Aizawa/ Eraserhead
🐛 You didn’t even tell this man that your cat could talk, he just started talking to them one day and of course your feline friend spoke back, he literally did not bat an eyelid. 🐛 Laziest creatures in your life, they will collectively convince you to do nothing… Unless it’s food time, if it’s food time then the cat is no ally to anyone. 🐛 Most would think that Aizawa was the one who owned the cat because it was constantly trailing after him and complimenting him on everything that he did with the odd sassy comment when they didn’t agree on something, honestly some would say that he stole your cat. 🐛 You're sure that they miss each other more than they ever miss you and sometimes you're dramatic about it but rest assured you are the most important person in either one of their lives.
You walked through the front door kicking off your shoes, you dropped your bag to the floor before walking into the living room “you took your time.” Aizawa said as he looked up at you from his reclined position on the sofa. “Hello to you too.” You smiled as you leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek, he smiled quickly catching your lips in a soft kiss. “Hey hey! What about me!?” You giggled at the voice before turning to the black cat it belonged to curled up on Aizawa’s chest cradling his face in your hands as you pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Have you both been here the whole day?” You asked. “No.” Aizawa answered. “I had classes to teach today.” “So you’ve been like this since 3pm?” You asked. “I guess.” Aizawa answered. “Did you at least feed him?” You asked. “You know those biscuits are a complete diet right, there are some cats that would settle for just them.” Aizawa mumbled. “Yeah well I’m not one of them.” (Y/C/N) said as he stood his front legs stretched out in front of him as he stretched and you rolled your eyes walking into the kitchen and putting the meat down for him before walking back into the living room, Aizawa reached out a hand pulling you to lay with him when you were close enough. “Are you sure this is a good idea Shota?” You asked as you glance towards the entrance the loud feline would appear in when he was finished. “Mmm it’s fine.” He answered half heartedly as he continued to wrap you tighter in his arms, not 5 minutes later did you hear what you expected. “You two just cast me out after 5 minutes, you know I was coming back right?” He asked as hopped up on the sofa walking over your intertwined legs before finally settling on your back, you hummed as you shifted slightly to get more comfortable, you knew that you should all move, the bed was definitely more comfortable but staying here with the two most important beings in your life for some reason was more appealing so you didn’t move for now this would be fine.
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Yamada Hizashi/ Present Mic
🎤 Again another who wasn’t affected by your cat talking, he however is not as happy about it as others. They literally argue all the time because let’s be honest Hizashi is like a big cat himself. 🎤 You were constantly breaking them up, they never tried to hurt each other but they would always complain about something that the other was doing. 🎤 You tried to split your time between them equally but they always had something to say about that too. 🎤 As they lived together more they learned to deal with each other better, they learned what set the other off and tried to avoid it when you were around.
Hizashi had been at work all day, you were in the kitchen cutting up meat, you put a small pile aside for (Y/C/N) as you started cooking up the meat for dinner, once it was all cooked you put his portion aside and continued cooking for you and Hizashi. “Smells good.” Hizashi said, his voice softer than most people get to hear it. “Thank you.” You smiled leaning back into him as he rested his forehead on your shoulder. “Long day? How are the kids?” “Fine, they’re fine.” He answered. “But…” You prompted him to continue as he lifted his head. “They didn’t come to UA to do english lessons, they get bored so easily, stop paying attention.” He explained and you chuckled. “You know, even for people who aren’t looking to become heroes, English lessons were boring, it’s just about making it interesting.” You said. “Don’t give him ideas he’s interesting enough.” Your bubble was shattered as the black cat jumped up on the counter top. “Do you mind? We are having a private conversation.” Hizashi scolded him. “Well then don’t have it in the middle of the kitchen.” (Y/C/N) muttered. “Would it have mattered if we were in the bedroom?” Hizashi asked. “I guess not.” He turned away and walked over to the plate where you had left the meat that you saved for him. “This for me?” “Yeah.” You answered, lifting the plate away from him “If I give you this will you leave us alone for a little while, you know it’s not your turn so don’t be a bother.” “Fine, fine.” He lifted his paw as if to pull your hand down to him. “Good.” You nodded, you put the plate back down before going back to your own dinner and finishing up what you needed to. “I’ve decided what movie to watch tonight.” He mumbled and you smiled. “Good, then let’s finish this food so we can watch a movie and you can relax yeah?” You suggested and you felt him nod rather then heard him but you both made small noises as (Y/C/N) made a noise of disgust in the back of his throat.
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ao3sbatfamily · 2 months
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'Disaster Zone' by engmaresh
“I’m so sorry, Bruce!” Jason was saying. “I’d put them all away but I just took them out and it might take me all night to clean them.”
Bruce grunted, grabbing a towel. There were nine other bathrooms in the manor—
“I’ve just got so many knives, I had to distribute them across all the bathrooms! And don’t go into mine, I’m cleaning my guns there.”
He wasn't desperate enough to take a bath in a swimming pool, though a cold dip sounded great. The hot-tub—
“The hot tub’s currently in cleaning mode, I dumped a bunch of chlorine tablets in there.”
“Jason…”
“What?” asked his son, like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. “I’m sorry, I’m just trying to keep my shit clean and well maintained, y’know, like you taught me. Can’t be a filthy rebel forever.”
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olderthannetfic · 5 months
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https://www.tumblr.com/olderthannetfic/733564935597178880/pet-peeve-though-not-a-fandom-one-hydration?source=share
I'm seeing a few people in the notes saying that self care checkpoints are helpful to them, but this is just so bizarre to me. The idea that I would stop what I'm doing and go get a glass of water because some rando in shout chat or a babytalk author's note told me to is just utterly foreign.
My phone is chock full of alarms to remind me about pretty much every daily task, and I leave sticky notes all over my kitchen and bathroom for the same. But that's just not the same as having some stranger try to interupt what you're doing and tell you to take a piss.
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Oh, I'm not surprised these things are sometimes helpful.
But for them to be helpful, you need to already be failing at setting up a system that will work in the long term. And that means you're failing 99% of the time because only the occasional note from strangers will hit at the right moment.
It's another "Let's all send warm socks to the disaster zone!"
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eridanidreams · 13 days
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Fiction Friday
This past week has been kind of crazy for me, but I do have something I can post. This one's a quiet moment in a future arc for Adam and Sloane...
Sloane came out of the bathroom, vigorously toweling her hair, as Adam came through the door. His eyes widened a little at the sight of her in her sports bra. “Hey,” she said, managing a reasonably normal tone, determined to ignore any potential awkwardness. “Give me just a minute.” Her hair was dry enough, so she pivoted to toss the towel back into the bathroom.
Behind her, Adam inhaled sharply and growled, “Who did that to you?”
“What?” She looked back at him, confused.
“Your back. Who did that?” He sounded angrier with every word, and Sloane finally realized what he was talking about. There was that one particular scar—
“Easy,” she said calmly, and turned to face him; he was flexing his hands, like he wanted to punch someone. “It’s not what you think.”
“Oh, really? Because I think someone put out about half a dozen cigarettes on you,” he retorted.
“Nope,” she said, trying to stay calm. “Honest. Nothing like that—though now that I think about it, it is my first ‘no shit, there I was’ story.” She gave him what she hoped was a reassuring smile.
“Sloane—” His voice was full of exasperation, although his eyes were sad. Had he only now realized what the various scars on her skin meant? Was he re-thinking what he’d said last night? She should have been relieved at the thought; instead, she was disappointed.
“They’re just scars, Adam,” she said, matter-of-factly, pulling her t-shirt over her head. “They didn’t kill me. Obviously.” He’d been staring at the line that ran from the point of her right hip to just under her left breast, the one that was still faintly pink; he jerked his eyes up to hers as she tugged the shirt down. “Chechnya,” she answered his unspoken question. “I’d rather not talk about that one. If you have coffee, though, I’ll tell you about the burn scar.”
He did not, in fact, have coffee in his room, but it was a short walk to a café that did. She wondered if it was a mistake to reveal herself to him; this was a story she’d told to a very select group, all of them fellow medics. She wasn’t sure how Adam would take it, but she’d promised.
Sloane turned the coffee cup around in her hands. As a drink, it was decidedly inferior; as something to do with her hands, it served perfectly. “I was halfway through medic training when the Vilama caldera blew in ’14.” Adam’s eyebrows arched in surprise. “The Army was part of the disaster relief mobilization. They stripped everyone that had a medical MOS and wasn’t on critical duty elsewhere—Walter Reed, BAMC, even us trainees at Bragg—and sent us down there.”
“All I know is what I saw on the news,” he said. “It looked terrible.”
“It was.” The experience was branded into her memory. “The stink—you wouldn’t believe the stink. Sulfur, mostly. Charred pork, from all the burns—it was a year before I could even think about eating bacon again. And rot—burns went septic like you wouldn’t believe. There was a lot of gangrene. We couldn’t keep sterile conditions—the ash got everywhere. If you tried to shower it off, it turned into this gritty slime. We had to change out dust masks three times a day. The color was leached out of everything; even our clothes turned grey. And quiet. Everything for a hundred square miles was dead. No birds. No insects. No trees or plants. It may not have been hell, but you could damn sure see it from there.” She sipped at her coffee; it hadn’t improved. “A few days in, the volcanologists said the magma had diverted unexpectedly and was going to vent in one of the clear zones, so they sent four of us—me, my squadmate, and a couple from Médecins Sans Frontières that knew the area—to evac the nearby village.
“Either the science guys were wrong or we were too slow, ‘cause one minute we were getting the last few stragglers, the next...” She shook her head. “The temperature jumped thirty degrees in just a few seconds. The wind kicked up hard; my skin got all dry and tight—like right before a sunburn. And the ground… you never know how much you expect the ground to be stable and reliable until it isn’t.” She put her cup down with a clink. “So there I was, a month shy of my nineteenth birthday, green as grass, in the middle of a fucking volcanic eruption.”
Adam’s hand wrapped around her wrist and gave it a brief, gently supportive squeeze. Oddly—she didn’t usually invite physical contact—it helped. “What did you do?”
“We ran.” Sloane said simply. “All the smoke and ash pouring into the air, was like the sun went out. We could barely see, barely breathe, even through the masks. And if that had been all, we’d have made it out easy. But these things started landing around us. Lava bombs. Same color as the sky; you couldn’t see them until they hit, and then it was nothing but red.” She took a deep breath. “My squadmate was helping one of the MSF doctors, she was having trouble. Lava bomb caught them both right in the head. Splashed all over her husband—arms, chest, face. I got lucky; just caught a little backsplash.” She shrugged the shoulder in question.
Adam sounded horrified. “That’s from lava?”
“About a thousand degrees Celsius,” she confirmed. “Would have burned to the bone if I hadn’t ripped my shirt off fast.” She rubbed her hand down her face. “Not much more to tell. The doc was still breathing, and we were dead if we stayed, so I grabbed him and hauled ass to where we’d left the jeep. It lasted long enough to get us out of the red zone, and I called for a medevac.” She finished off the coffee just for the welcome hit of caffeine. “He got sent off to one of the big hospitals in Buenos Aires, and I got a hydrogel patch and some spray-on sealant and went back to doing field amputations and burn treatments.” She looked up at Adam. “Lot of firsts there.”
“Like what?” He looked genuinely curious.
Sloane started listing them on her fingers. “First time I thought I was going to die. Hell, first time I really, truly understood that I could die. I’d never been that scared.” It was strange—she usually remembered only the grim determination to escape, to live—but telling Adam the story today, the remembered fear was vivid in her mind. “First decoration for valor; not that I think I deserved it, but someone did.” She sighed. “First time I had to make the choice to save myself or take the risk and save someone else.”
“If the guy’s injuries were that bad,” Adam said in a thoughtful tone, “no one would have blamed you for just getting yourself out.” She could see the warmth of a not-quite-smile in his eyes. “Probably why someone thought you deserved the medal.”
“I would have blamed me,” she said with a sigh. “I couldn’t blame myself for getting the others out, but I knew I could get the doc out as long as we didn’t get hit again.” She spread both hands open. “And that’s it. I don’t tell that story often.” She smiled, a little wryly. “Most ‘no shit there I was’ stories end in ‘and that’s how my badassery saved the day’. This is more ‘there but for the grace of God go I’.”
“So why tell me?” He tilted his head in inquiry.
“You asked.”
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dreamsofminnie · 11 months
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“Ethereal Paintings”
18~ Inazuma Reunion☂️
Scaramouche x Reader smau | Word Count: 1,069 (!!)
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(No unnecessary stuff, only the juisy parts😋)
An hour earlier Yoimiya and Ayaka strolled beside you hand in hand. After they ganged up on you as early as 7 in the morning they popped the request of your attendance at the Inazuma reunion party. You only agreed since Ayato was the host and he would definitely supply the best bubble tea available. Oh how you wished to leave.
Not without a certain someone who you were surprised to see at this reunion.
Staring back at those beautiful purple eyes you painted as the gemstones of your world, you snap back at the conversation at hand. “Ooh~ Interesting topic this time. A.I art has been ravaging the art world. That one A.I that won the art award was sooo—“
Yoimiya patted the back of your head as you lowered it just to get you up and walking towards the bathroom without a word. Her hand then moved back up to pat your head with a wry strained smile. “Bathroom is always a safe zone my little lady” She grinned when you brought your head back up with your heart less clenched.
“..thank you Yoi.” Your voice was distant even to yourself. The change in topic to an absurd one was ruining your patience and will to stay even longer.
“If those idiots keep talking about redacted by the time we get back, I’m leaving. Rather not spew out my anger in such a nice cafe as this one.”
“Yosh! Now wash that pretty face of yours and let's face that disaster of a reunion party.” Yoimiya checked her phone with the messages that Ayaka has been blowing up while you followed Yoi’s order.
The cold water on your face was refreshing. A swift thought of unspeakable horror crossed you mind for a millisecond. ‘If this water is so refreshing how ‘bout staying within it till a last breath.’ The hairs on your neck and arms pricked. What’s wrong with your head today.
Shaking your head Yoi reeled you back to reality, “Ah… Ayaka is telling me how Ayato is trying to tame those motherfuckers from babbling about A.I art when they know how precious traditional art is.” This reunion was one where most people were in an art class together. Most kept the pursuit in art while others tried out something else.
“Tainting the name of art shall not be forgiven.” Your vision faltered in and out of rage, the coolness of the water forgotten and dried on your face.
Jumping up you snapped your head to Yoimiya who popped a candy in your mouth in your fury, the sweet taste melted your anger. “You're not you when you deprive sweets, issss, what my grandma always told me!” She passed you a few more as you munched on them in joy.
“Did I mention how much I love you Yoi” The gentle smile towards you best friend got her giggling and embracing you tightly. “Hehe, not enough times y/n!~”
“Now let’s get going to assess the situation before we ditch.” Popping all the candy you had into your mouth, you were prepared to face this beast now.
Rolling around the sweet candy between your tongue, your hearing stimulated even more so. Just to find a proper reason in their convo to leave immediately.
“Raise your hands if you do!~ Judgement free zone!” A few of the table raised their hands when the girl announced that.
Confused you try and pick up signs for what might’ve conspired just now. Ayato sitting at the head of the table kept his face steady, his gaze was in a certain direction but was slightly frantic and also pointed them at you and Yoimiya. Not a good enough clue. Ayaka was silent and didn’t raise nor spoke the entire time you guys came back. She sat next to her brother and had a pale blank face as if concealing her emotions for the sake of someone. Yoimiya tended to her girlfriend which didn’t interest you. You were, however, curious in the works of Scaramouche who sat in front of you.
He raised his hand, however faintly, to that unknown question. His eyes which followed you ever since you entered and caught sight of him, were now in avoidance of yours. Tapping your foot against his, he finally looked you in the eye. His gaze was weak. His body jolted secretly but caught his composure in time. Not two seconds longer his gaze turned harsh and he averted his attention elsewhere.
“That’s a good amount if i'm honest. I’m not the only one~”
You seriously wanted to fry this girl, whatever she was talking about, it was hidden between these people here who heard. Not for you or Yoi who were cowering in the bathroom. The girl who has been leading the conversations the whole time was the past class leader but also one who used to seethe at the sight of your perfect artworks. She did once manage to destroy one of your proud works while pinning it on someone else. And she got away with it.
Getting annoyed again with that girl’s nonsense you were going to tell Yoimiya and Ayaka to leave with her, but was mildly surprised to see Scaramouche getting up and the first to make his exit.
Yoimiya, Ayaka and you locked gazes then as you gestured with a tilt to your head they nodded.
“We are going to head out as well. It was nice seeing you all again.” Ayaka dipped her head in a bow and looked at her brother for a split second before leading us out the cafe.
“Gaaahh. It was so constricting in there.” Stretching your arms above your head Yoimiya followed along and sighed in relief.
“I don’t know how you and Ayato deal with people like this almost daily. So stuffy.” Ayaka smiled with a hint of exhaustion.
“These occurrences are super tiring if I may. Ayato handles these better than me.” Ayaka drooped down as if a weight was lifted from her shoulders.
You hum as you three keep walking back towards the dorm. “I just want a nice good nap right now. Layla’s room is the best environment for one!~”
You knew the thoughts swarming in your head didn’t allow sleep to engulf you this time. So Layla’s sleeping fragrance and herbs will be enough to knock you out.
You had stuff to uncover tomorrow.
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Synopsis{2}-> Many study dates and flirting over weeks drew you both close. Awkwardness still drew a line between you both but it was enough for a start. Admiring him from the sidelines wasn't enough, however, pieces of the false facade start to shred; and fate has ways of twisting your heartstrings — Is he really– …
YUMMY FOOD😋😋 No textfic bc thats for next chap
I didn’t want to bother w the ‘walking to the cafe’ ‘saying hi to every person’ and idle chat😒
So tht was deleted an instead I put the good bits
I actually had this scenario planned out in my head for a long while, im glad its out now
I need the extra space in my head for exams😵‍💫
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cicimunson · 2 years
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Who Takes Care Of You?
Series Summary: Hawkins is in a sort of apocalypse state after the earthquakes. Steve is neglecting himself to take care of the others, but all you want is to take care of him.
Characters/Pairings: Steve Harrington x Female Reader/Robin Buckley/Jim Hopper
Word Count: Less than 1k, next part will be longer!
Warnings: Steve is hurt, sits nude in the tub, kissing, talking of sexual situations
Steve was exhausted. It was etched in every line on his face. His eyes were dull, his hair hanging limp on his face. He was bruised and sore. Everything hurt.
You watched as he forced a smile on his face, listening to Robin ramble as he clutched his side and tried to act like he was okay.
Scavenging had proved to be a disaster, as a pack of demodogs had come after your group. Luckily everyone made it through with minor injuries, but Steve had taken the brunt of it, as usual, trying to defend everyone else.
You all start to settle in for the night. Steve takes a seat by the front door, holding his axe. If demo-attacks weren’t bad enough, you were also having to deal with looters now that the town was basically an apocalypse zone.
“I got first watch.” He murmurs.
You glance over at Hopper and meet his eyes, then jerk your head towards Steve. He understands right away.
“Actually I’m wide awake. I’ll take the first watch, Steve. You need some rest.”
Steve nods wearily and stumbles to his room. You hurry to the kitchen and make him some sandwiches, grabbing a soda on your way down the hall.
You knock and he opens the door. “You okay? You need something?”
Of course he thinks I need something. Someone always needs something from him.
“No, just thought you might be hungry.”
He’d been so busy making sure everyone else had eaten and had their wounds tended to that he hadn’t taken the time to eat himself.
He smiles gratefully. “Oh, thanks. Those sandwiches look good.”
He takes the plate and gestures for you to come in. You sit on the bed and he scarfs his food down, barely coming up for air, then chugs the soda.
I bet he didn’t eat all day. He’s so busy taking care of everyone else, he forgets to take care of himself.
“Do you want me to run you a bath? You should probably clean those scratches before they get infected." 
He smiles softly. "Uh, yeah. That’d be nice.”
You chase Robin out of the bathroom and start the water. Steve comes in a few minutes later.
“I hope it’s hot enough for you.”
“I’m sure it’s fine. Thank you.”
“If you wanna pass me your clothes out the door, I’ll try to get those stains out.”
He hesitates.
“You okay?”
“Actually, would you want to sit in here with me while I soak? I’ll stay covered up, of course. Just don’t feel like being alone right now.”
I’d do anything for him.
You nod and turn so that he can get into the tub. You hear his clothes rustle and then the water slosh around. 
“I don’t know if this washcloth is gonna be big enough to protect my modesty.” He quips.
You snort. “We may have some beach towels in a closet.”
“Probably need one of those big tarps from the garage.”
You both share a laugh.
Steve shifts in the tub. “I’m decent.”
You sit on the toilet beside him.
“This water feels amazing. Thank you.”
“No problem.”
“You’re sweet.”
“It was nothing, Steve. Least I could do.”
“Can I ask you something?”
You nod.
“Why are you always doing stuff for me? Not that I’m complaining. I’ve just noticed that you go out of your way for me sometimes.”
“I’m not going out of my way. It’s basic human decency.”
“Is that all it is though?”
“What else would it be?”
“I don’t know…I thought maybe you had a thing for me, or something.”
You frown at him. “Even if I didn’t have a thing for you, I’d still be sweet to you, Steve. You deserve it.”
“Why, though?”
“Because you take care of everyone, Steve. You’re practically raising the kids. You’re fighting monsters every day. You make sure everyone is fed and safe. But who does that for you? Who takes care of you?”
“I guess I never thought of it like that before.”
“That’s because you never think of yourself. You’re the most selfless person I know.”
“I think you are, actually. You try to take care of everyone, too. Who takes care of you, baby?”
The sentiment catches your attention. “Baby?”
He shrugs. “If you like.”
You avert your eyes while he washes himself and gets out of the tub.
“Oh, I actually have something for you, I’ll be right back.”
You hurry to your room and come back sporting a shopping bag.
Steve grins. “You got me a present?”
“Well, it’s not much, but I saw it when we were scavenging today and thought you’d like it.”
He opens the bag. “Farah Fawcett hairspray?”
“Mhm. I know how much you love it and you haven’t had it in awhile so I thought-”
He kisses you.
You’re startled for all of 2 seconds before you kiss him back, your hand going up to the back of his neck.
He moans into the kiss, tugging you closer, then trails his lips down your neck.
"I have a very particular need you could take care of.” He murmurs.
“Oh, is that so?”
“Mhm.” He slides his hands under your shirt.
“What can I do to help?”
Steve grins wickedly. “Let me bend you over the sink.”
“Hmm, I think I can help with that.”
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Darkling Wade - Instincts
Here we go!
I hope this comes across like I intended, and I’m not just reading it KNOWING how it should sound. Because it seemed really good in my head.
~~~~~
It had been four months since Wade became a Dark.
Four months of adjusting to: taking care of scales, not stepping on his own tail, working with three fingers instead of five, and preventing himself from scratching anything and everything with his claws. Not to mention the whole ‘see better at night so the slightest light source could blind him’ thing.
There were advantages. His sense of smell was much better now, which brought with it a few surprising benefits.
He could detect bad food much faster. As someone who used to mostly live off whatever he felt like tossing in a saucepan, this would have come in handy on more than a few occasions. Best by dates just never occurred to him a lot of the time, meaning he spent his fair share of nights curled on the bathroom floor.
And he’d always scoffed at the whole ‘scent of danger’ thing, but now he found it somewhat accurate. Sometimes he’d get a whiff of . . . something, and his senses would go on alert until he could determine what had set him off. Sometimes it was something small, like a new cat stalking through the trees near the house, but sometimes it was much more urgent, like the frayed wires in the light fixture over the sink. That had been disaster waiting to happen.
He also noticed each member of his family had a distinctive scent, too—he couldn’t always put a specific descriptor to it, but each brought to mind a certain feeling reminiscent of his childhood.
Callie was his Pap’s workshop, where he spent summers learning carpentry at his grandfather’s knee. Silver was his treehouse, his secret oasis when his father was too drunk and too loud. And Eclipse was the creek he loved to splash in on summer afternoons.
He couldn’t pinpoint why they brought these particular images to mind. They just did. It was weird.
And this wasn’t even touching on his new instincts. He seemed to devolve into more . . . animalistic behaviors without noticing. Hissing when threatened. Growling when angry. Dropping into a crouched position when scared or curious. That one, in particular, was especially embarrassing.
But there’d been a new instinctive behavior that was particularly unnerving. At least he thought it was instincts. He’d zone out at strange times, and often awoke to find himself standing in the kitchen, staring out the side door in the middle of the night. He would have no recollection of how he got there, or what he’d been doing, but he felt . . . uneasy. Like his adrenaline—did Darks even have adrenaline??--had been pumping, preparing him for fight or flight.
Again. Unnerving.
Eclipse hadn’t been much help, when asked about it.
“I was created with all the best parts of Black Arms,” he’d said with a shrug, scrambled eggs tumbling out of his mouth. “I’m not like any of the other types. So, you’re not either. I dunno why you’re doing that. Maybe it’ll happen to me when I get older!”
Wade had sighed at that, while Callie had reminded her younger son that food works better when it’s in your mouth, not your lap.
At first these nighttime trips only happened every now and then, but lately they’ve been increasing in frequency. It bothered Wade, and he felt his chest tighten every night as the sun went down. Tonight it was especially bad, and he massaged his chest plate in a vain effort to loosen the knot. He paced the bedroom floor, claws digging into the carpeting.
“Go have a beer,” Callie suggested, brushing out her long red hair. “I know it doesn’t really hit you like it used to, but maybe it’ll help?”
Wade sighed, flopping onto his belly on the bed. “Doesn’t taste the same.”
“Warm milk?”
“Gives me gas.”
“Ugh, that’s definitely out, then.” She twisted her mouth to the side, chewing her cheek as she thought. “How about just a nice hot shower? Those always help me relax.”
He groaned in response. Hot showers were nice, but it just didn’t appeal to him tonight.
“Well then be anxious and miserable,” she said, rolling her eyes. “I don’t hear you coming up with anything.”
Wade rolled his head to the side and shot her an annoyed look, barely suppressing the urge to hiss at her. He’d done that exactly once after he’d changed. Callie didn’t take too kindly to it, and he’d been much more careful since then.
“Don’t give me that look,” she said, wrinkling her nose at him. She put her brush in the bathroom and walked back toward the bed. “I’d help you if I could, but you’re not giving me much to go on. I can’t fix ‘feeling off’. You gotta toss me a bone, Bear.”
A frustrated grunt this time, and Wade rolled over to his back. “I don’t know! I don’t know how to explain it! I just feel . . . off. Like . . . antsy. Like there’s something I’m supposed to be doing, but don’t know what. Like that.”
Callie nodded, sliding onto the bed. She tucked her legs beneath her and leaned over him, an arm extended to keep her upright. He lifted his head automatically to lay on her bent knee, gazing up at her with his gold-on-black eyes.
“Okay, let’s take this one step at a time,” she said, and his tail moved to lazily curl around her wrist. “I don’t think there’s anything on your honey-do list, right?” He shook his head. “And the boys would be talking non-stop about it if you promised them something. No one’s birthdays are coming up. I’m not aware of any get-togethers with the Wachowskis.” She furrowed her brow as she thought. “Hmmm.”
He watched as she thought, a small smile curling his lips. Her eyes were unfocused, staring at the bedspread beneath them, her mouth still twisted as she worked her cheek. He never told her, but he’d always thought it cute when she did that.
“Well,” she said, her face clearing as she looked down at him. “Barring anything I don’t know about, maybe this is some kinda sixth sense thing.”
He furrowed his brow ridge. “You mean like . . . like ghosts?”
She gave him a look. “What? No. Well. I mean, I guess that could be an explanation, but I’m thinking like how sometimes dogs and cats can sense bad weather or earthquakes or something.”
“You think we’re gonna have an earthquake. In Montana.”
“I’m spitballing here, Wade,” she said, casting him a cocked eyebrow. “Interpreting hidden Dark instincts isn’t exactly my expertise.”
She made to move, but his tail tightened around her wrist, keeping her in place. “I know, I know, I’m sorry!” he said, gripping the arm tented over him. “I just . . .” He sighed. “This feeling is getting worse and I don’t know what it is. It’s freaking me out.”
“I know, hon,” she said, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his forehead. “I wish I could do more for you, I really do. But this may just be something you’re gonna have to figure out on your own.”
Wade blew out a long sigh. “Great.”
~X~X~X~
Later that night, the Dark that used to be human sat up in bed. Its eyes reflected green in the low light, and it looked to its left, where another form lay. It sniffed the hair, receiving a small sound in return as the being rolled over. A word formed in the Dark’s mind—MATE—and it gave a small huff through its nose before slipping out of bed.
The Dark stalked through the house, sniffing under doors, identifying two other beings with the word HATCHLINGS—although that didn’t seem quite right but it got the idea across—and uttering a small grunt in greeting at the two animals at the bottom of the stairs (the resident cats were used to these nightly journeys, and barely batted an eye), before moving toward the glass kitchen door. It stopped there, pushing itself up to stand on two feet.
And it watched.
Even through the barrier it could smell . . . something. Danger. Intruder. THREAT.
The smell had come and gone, grown in strength and then faded for weeks. Tonight it was strongest. The Dark smelled blood. Fear.
With a growl, it threw itself into the glass, shattering the door and sprinting off in pursuit of the thing that drew this instinct to the fore. To meet and destroy the THREAT.
~X~X~X~
A loud shattering sound shocked Callie out of a deep sleep, and she looked to her right to find Wade missing. She flung the covers back, slipping into her house shoes as she made for the hall.
Doors opened, and Silver and Eclipse poked their heads out of their rooms.
“Wha?” Silver said, rubbing his eyes with a fist. His current favorite plush, Applejack from My Little Pony, was tucked into his elbow.
Eclipse yawned. “Whawazzat?” The neck of his favorite plush, a googly-eyed ostrich dog toy he named Dorothy for whatever reason, hung from his fist.
“I don’t know,” Callie said, and pointed at the boys. “Stay here.”
She hurried downstairs and found her kitchen door shattered. Fear gripped her for a moment—did someone break in??--when she noticed something green shining on some of the jagged glass. A closer inspection confirmed her guess.
It was the blood of a Dark.
Wade’s nighttime ritual had just added a new complication.
“Great,” she muttered to herself.
Callie gathered up her cats and headed upstairs. Looks like they’d have to stay in the bedroom until she could cover this door.
And she had a wayward lizard boyfriend to find before he got himself into too much trouble.
~X~X~X~
“I’m so sorry to bother you this late, guys,” Callie said as she lead her sleepy boys into the Wachowski house. Silver was sleeping against her chest, while Eclipse hung off her arm. “I just didn’t know what else to do, and--”
“Cal, don’t worry about it,” Maddie said, taking Silver from the redhead and cuddling the boy to her. “I’ll keep your boys safe.”
“Thank you.” Callie tucked Eclipse onto the couch, just as Tom came downstairs, shrugging on his jacket.
“I checked with the station and they said Carl had just called in about weird noises in the woods around his house,” the sheriff said, as he headed toward the door.
Callie rolled her head back. “Ugh! Of course he’d go over to Carl’s!” She uttered an annoyed grunt. “He’s gonna get his fool head blown off.”
“I called Carl myself and told him that it may be Wade and to not shoot until we got there,” Tom said, pulling his shoes on. “Although you know Carl.”
“Yeah, I know Carl,” Callie said, heading toward the door.
A few pairs of footsteps came down the stairs, one pair heavy, the other fast. Sonic and Knuckles hurried into the room, woken by the unusual action down there.
“What’s going on?” Sonic asked with a yawn. He looked like he was still half asleep.
“Nothing, go back to bed,” Maddie said, shooing her boys back upstairs.
“Why are the MacPherson’s here?” Knuckles asked, looking much more awake than his brother. “Has something happened?”
“Boyfriend troubles,” Tom said, giving Maddie a kiss as he and Callie headed for the front door.
“Has Wade done something?” the echidna asked, his fists clenched. “Did he harm you?”
“No,” Callie said, one foot out the door. “He’s run off and I’m worried he’ll get hurt if we don’t find him.”
“Ah. Then I will come with you.”
“No, stay here,” she said, pulling the door shut. Knuckles zipped over and grabbed it before it could close completely, and Callie uttered a frustrated grunt. “Knux, we really gotta go!”
“Wade is a Black Arms now. You may need protection,” the boy said, bringing a fist to his chest. “I will come.”
“Hey, I wanna come too!” Sonic said, zipping over.
“No!” Callie snapped, just as Tom poked his head back in.
“We going or what?”
The redhead uttered another frustrated grunt before turning back to the boys. “Fine. Knuckles, you come, Sonic, you stay here and protect Silver and Eclipse. I don’t know what’s going through Wade’s mind right now, and if he comes here looking for them, I need someone to keep him busy until we get back. Got it?”
The hedgehog snapped to attention and threw her a two fingered salute. “Yes ma’am!”
“Great, let’s go!”
~X~X~X~
Callie, Tom, and Knuckles pulled onto the gravel road leading to Carl’s trailer at a little after 2am. The librarian and echidna watched out the windows, trying to catch sight of anything that may indicate Wade’s location. Only dark trees stared back at them.
As Tom pulled the pickup in near the battered trailer Carl called home, the trio found the homeowner standing right outside his door with a shotgun in his hand. Two large spotlights were hung off the front and back of the mobile home, trained into the dark woods to their right.
“Sheriff,” Carl nodded in greeting as the three approached him. “Miz Callie. Knuckles.”
“Carl, I thought I told you no shooting,” Tom said, stopping with his arms crossed.
The older man shook his head. “Ain’t let loose a single shell, Sheriff. But that don’t mean I should stand around defenseless. Somethin’s out there.” He nodded toward the trees.
“Did you see anything?” Callie asked, and she tried to keep the fear out of her voice. It kind of worked.
Carl shook his head. “No ma’am. Didn’t see any sign o’ yer man. But I been hearin’ a bunch of sounds.”
“What kind of sounds?”
Carl pursed his lips in thought. “Shufflin’, like somethin’ big lumberin’ through the trees. Growlin’. An’ heard something like a deer get taken down.”
Tom and Callie exchanged a glance, before they turned toward the trees. There were no sounds coming now, but that just added to the eerie feeling. There should have at least been normal nighttime animal sounds—owls, and crickets and the like. But there was nothing.
That was never a good sign.
“Well,” Carl said, looking between the sheriff and librarian. “You gotta plan?”
The two exchanged another glance.
“I guess I should go in and look for him,” Callie said, and Tom and Knuckles both turned to her in alarm.
“Are you nuts?” the sheriff asked.
“I will not allow it!” Knuckles added.
Callie blinked, and one eyebrow shot up. “Excuse me?” She turned to Knuckles. “Allow it? Who are you, my father?” Turned to Tom. “Wade won’t hurt me. I’m sure of it. I’ll go in, calm him down, and then we can all go back home and be a little less sleep deprived when the alarms go off in about four hours.”
“Look,” Tom said, moving closer to her. “I get the whole power of love angle, and admit I don’t really understand this Dark thing with Wade, but come on. It’s pitch black in there, and it might not be Wade anyway. Could be a bear or rabid coyote or something. You shouldn’t go in there.”
“Well, what’s your plan?” she asked, hands on hips. “Sit here and wait until morning? See if he comes to his senses and wanders out on his own? What are we doing here if we aren’t going to actually look for him?”
“We will look,” Tom said, holding his hands up slightly as a calming gesture. “But running off into the woods willy-nilly isn’t exactly a plan. Best case scenario you’ll get lost, worst case scenario you’ll get hurt. We need to be careful about this so everyone goes home in one piece.”
Callie uttered a sharp sigh and crossed her arms. She hated to admit it, but Tom had a point. “All right. So what do we--”
“Quiet,” Knuckles said, his voice low. He looked toward the trees, quills bristling in alarm. “We are being watched.”
The echidna’s stance widened, and he positioned himself between the trees and Callie. Tom also moved closer to the librarian, pulling his service pistol from his holster. Carl cocked his shotgun, pointing the business end toward the dark forest.
The silence dragged on.
“Okay, big guy,” Tom said, his voice quiet. “Can you tell what’s out there?”
Knuckles lowered his head slightly, his fists tightening. “Something big.”
Movement to the right, and a pair of eyes flashed in the darkness. Green reflective light. Like a cat.
Or a Dark.
“Wade?” Callie called, and the eyes disappeared, moving quickly, deeper into the trees. “Wade!”
She was moving before she even realized it, running after him in the dark. Voices called after her, but she ignored them. If she could get to Wade, she could talk him down, and they could go home. Bing, bang, boom.
Which would have worked, had it not been pitch black, and had she not run into a tree. With her face.
“Ow,” she whined, touching her battered nose. Her fingers came away wet and sticky and she blew a sigh through her lips. “Perfect.” At least she hadn’t shattered her glasses. Small miracles.
“Callie!” a voice called out to her immediate left and she yelped, jerking away. Recognition clicked into place and she stopped, brow furrowed. “Knuckles?”
A light clicked on and the echidna stood with a small flashlight, his face full of worry. “Are you--” He gasped. “You are injured!”
She waved a hand. “It probably looks worse than it is,” she said, pushing herself to her feet. “What are you doing here?”
“Father sent me in to bring you back,” he said, reaching out to take her hand. “Come. I will get you to safety.”
“Knux, I’m fine,” she said, pulling her hand back. Or tried to, at least. The kid was strong, and came up to nearly her shoulders. He had her hand in an iron grip. “Seriously, kiddo, it’s just a little bloody nose.”
He pulled his lips tight. “You’re coming where it is safe and I can protect you.” He narrowed his eyes. “Do not make me carry you.”
Her eyebrow shot up. “Is that a threat?”
“A promise. Now come.”
“Knuckles Echidna Wachowski, let go of my hand right now,” she said, digging her feet in to give a good tug. His grip didn’t budge. “Leggo echidna!”
“You are in danger!” he snarled back. “I just want to keep you safe!”
“The only danger here is you losing your status as ‘Favorite Wachowski Boy’! Lemme go!”
He gasped. “That is hurtful.”
“Oh, like it would ever happen, Knux,” Callie sighed. “Look, you don’t have to--”
“Quiet!”
He suddenly released her and moved closer, his eyes scanning the trees around them. His quills bristled again, and Callie could feel the hair on the nape of her neck doing the same.
Something was here. Growling at them.
Callie stood straighter, straining her eyes to see through the black trees. The only light they had to see by was the little flashlight Knuckles had dropped to the ground behind them. The echidna circled her, keeping her at his back while he tried to determine the source of the danger.
The growling grew louder, and suddenly something leapt out of the trees to their right. It hit Knuckles, knocking him aside like a ragdoll. The boy uttered a surprised grunt when he hit a tree, and growled as he regained his footing.
“Not bad,” he said, lips curled in a sneer. “But that will be the only blow you land.”
His opponent moved through the darkness, trying to circle around for another attack on the boy, but Knuckles was prepared this time and caught it with a solid punch first. The creature flew back, splintering trees as it collided with them from the force of the echidna’s blow.
Growling and hissing, the figure returned upright, and circled for another attack.
Knuckles moved back toward Callie, red sparks flashing across his quills and fists.
“Stay clear,” he told her, his now glowing eyes never leaving the moving target. “I do not wish to hurt you by accident.”
Now that there was a little more light to see by, Callie squinted at the oncoming enemy. It moved strangely, in a kind of ape-like movement, kind of on all fours, but not quite. It was coming straight for them, and there was a flash of green eye reflection. Callie gasped.
“STOP!” she yelled, moving in front of Knuckles. “It’s Wade!” The echidna looked at her in confusion, and she turned toward the still-approaching form. “Wade, stop! It’s me! It’s Callie!”
The Dark pivoted, digging its claws into the soft ground to stop its forward momentum. It stopped a few feet from Callie, breathing hard and dripping green blood from one of its slit nostrils. Its eyes flicked back and forth between her and Knuckles, and every time the Dark regarded the echidna, it bared its teeth.
“What is he doing? Why did he attack?” the boy asked, still hunched and ready for a fight.
Callie shook her head, watching Wade. “I dunno.”
When she’d shaken her head, the Dark’s eyes stared beneath her nose. She reached up and touched there, forgetting about the blood. On a hunch, she reached her bloody fingers out, and the Dark sniffed them before turning and growling at Knuckles. Understanding bloomed and Callie turned to the echidna.
“He thinks you hurt me.”
Knuckles’ eyes went wide. “I would never!”
“I know that, but Wade’s . . . not himself right now. I think he’s protecting me. He thinks you’re a threat.”
“Why would he come all the way out here if he wanted to protect you?”
Callie sighed. “I don’t know, Knux. I’m just guessing. But he only attacked when you grabbed me. It seems like a logical conclusion.”
The echidna seemed to consider this, before relaxing his stance. “Very well. What do we do?”
“I think you should head back to Carl’s. I’ll talk Wade down and we’ll be out as soon as we can.”
Knuckles raised an eyebrow. “You expect me to leave you here. Alone.”
“Knuckles. Please. I’ll be fine.”
The look on Knuckles’ face was clear as crystal. He really didn’t want to leave. But he finally gave her a little nod, before turning and walking back toward Carl’s trailer. After a few seconds, Callie turned to the Dark, who stood staring at her.
“Okay, the big, bad echidna’s gone,” she said, keeping her voice calm and soft. “It’s just you and me. Okay?” The Dark gave no sign it heard or understood. “Wade?”
Nothing. It stood still, its eyes flicking between hers and the blood drying beneath her nose. After a few seconds, it moved closer, sniffing.
“I’m okay, Wade, really. Just a side effect of my habit of running blindly into various situations, that’s all.”
The Dark didn’t respond, but continued to sniff her, rounding her to stand where Knuckles had stood a minute before. She turned to keep him facing him.
“Ookay,” she said, her eyes going to the blood on its muzzle. “That looks bad. Does it hurt?”
She reached forward, and the Dark blinked, unsure. Callie froze. After a second she crept her hand forward, delicately touching its hurt muzzle, and wiping away the blood. The Dark huffed through its nose, uttering a small grunt in the back of its throat at her touch.
“Where are you, Wade?” she said, her voice soft. “You better still be in there, or I’m gonna be pissed. Come back to me, Bear.”
The Dark suddenly curled its lip up in a snarl, a growl rumbling deep in its throat. Callie pulled her hand back.
“Bear?”
The Dark’s eyes flicked over her shoulder, and the growl grew in volume.
No. Wait.
A second growl had joined in.
Slowly, like a dream, like a nightmare, Callie turned. A massive dark shape lumbered behind her, and it hauled itself to its hind legs, uttering a deep-throated roar.
“Bear,” she whispered, all conscious thought consumed by sheer terror.
~X~X~X~
The Dark watched as the small THREAT retreated, leaving MATE behind. She turned, and sounds came from her mouth the Dark didn’t understand. The tone was familiar, though. Soothing. Safe. It moved forward to check her for additional injury. Nothing serious. That was good.
MATE shouldn’t be here. MATE should be at the dwelling, with the HATCHLINGS. It didn’t smell the HATCHLINGS here, so at least they were likely safe. But there was another THREAT nearby. A larger one. More dangerous. MATE needed to go. To be safe.
She made some more noises before reaching toward its face, and it blinked. An attack? No. She didn’t smell aggressive. It allowed her to continue, and when her hand touched its muzzle, a warmth spread where her fingers brushed. Its heart beat faster, and a contented grunt escaped its throat. MATE was gentle. Soft. The Dark was very fond of her.
A stench suddenly hit its nostrils, and it snarled. The THREAT it had been smelling for weeks was here. The THREAT that was dangerous. MATE held great fear for the THREAT. The Dark would kill the THREAT, so MATE could be safe.
The Dark moved between MATE and the THREAT, lip curled and growling the whole while. The THREAT reared up, making itself taller and more massive, but the Dark wasn’t impressed. It was about to launch itself at the THREAT, when another scent reached its sensitive nose.
Fear. MATE was afraid.
The Dark acted quickly. It turned and grabbed MATE and teleported with her back to the bright area, where the other HUMANS were. She had been there before. She wasn’t afraid then. She would be safe.
They appeared in a flash of light, and the Dark gently laid MATE on the ground. It ignored the noises from the other HUMANS, but the small THREAT was here too. No matter. There was a larger THREAT that needed tending.
The Dark sprinted back into the trees, using its nose to lead it back to the THREAT.
Without pause, the Dark launched itself, latching onto the THREAT’S back, slashing, biting, and clawing. The THREAT roared in response, twisting and slashing with its own claws to try and shake the Dark loose. It got a single slash onto the Dark’s leg, and the Dark roared in pain and anger.
The THREAT tossed the Dark aside, roaring in apparent victory.
Rage boiled inside the Dark, and it felt a surge of power flow through its body. Muscles tightened, and it felt a great swelling, stretching, growing. In a split second, it no longer had to look up at the THREAT. The Dark was an equal size.
A sneer crossed the Dark’s face that could have been mistaken for a grin. The THREAT stood no chance now.
The Monster Dark launched itself at the THREAT, roaring in its great fury.
~X~X~X~
Callie stood frozen, staring at this massive, huge, unbelievably gigantic bear. Her mouth went dry, and her heart hammered in her chest.
Everyone was afraid of something, and the librarian was no exception. She was positively, completely, and unwaveringly terrified of bears. They were big, they were strong, they were deadly. And she would have been very happy to go her entire life without seeing one face-to-face.
Looked like her “never seen a bear in real life before” streak had come to an end.
The massive thing roared, pulling itself to its hind legs and taking a step closer. Wade moved in front of her, growling in response.
She thought of her boys, and wished she’d hugged them before leaving the Wachowski’s, and told them she loved them. She was sure Tom and Maddie would take good care of them for her.
She’d just had time to wonder if the bear would start eating her with her face when Wade suddenly turned. He curled his arms tightly around her, and she felt the stomach churning sensation of teleporting. Suddenly she was out of the dark trees, and back in the brightly lit side yard of Carl’s trailer. She blinked rapidly, and found Wade beside her, giving her a concerned look before turning toward the others.
Tom, Knuckles, and Carl rushed toward her, and Wade spared another look back before sprinting back into the trees.
“No!” she cried, trying to regain her feet. “Wade, don’t!”
“What happened?” Tom asked, kneeling next to her. “Are you okay?”
“Did he harm you?” Knuckles asked, looking for all the world like he was about to rush back into the trees after Wade.
“I’m fine, there’s a bear in there!” she said, letting Tom help her back to her feet. “A big one. Huge one.”
As if to confirm, loud roaring and thrashing sounds floated out to them, and Callie plunged both hands into her hair.
“Oh my God,” she hissed. “He’s gonna get ripped to shreds.”
“Why did he come all the way out here to fight a freaking bear??” Tom cried.
“I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know! If he survives I’ll ask him.” It seemed to occur to her what she said and she grimaced. “Oh God.”
“I will assist him,” Knuckles said, and started toward the trees when both Tom and Callie grabbed an arm.
“No you won’t!” they cried in unison.
“But I--”
That’s as far as the boy got when a loud roar erupted from the dark trees, and then all went silent.
The three humans and young echidna stood in the yard, staring into the darkness. All they could do was wait.
~X~X~X~
The THREAT put up more of a fight than the Dark expected. Stronger, too. But no matter. This enhanced form would be more than enough to end things quickly.
The Monster Dark drove into the THREAT with a massive shoulder, pushing it into the nearby trees. The creature roared, swiping at the Dark with a large paw, and catching the Black Arms on its side. Green blood dripped to the forest floor.
The Dark retreated, circling around for another go. The THREAT roared, running straight for the Dark before falling on it, biting and clawing. The Dark held the massive paws away, and rolled back, lifting its legs and shoving its sharp foot claws into the creature’s belly, kicking and slashing. The THREAT gave a pained roar, pushing off to retreat and regroup.
The smell of blood was thick in the air, and the Dark huffed through its nose to clear the stench.
The THREAT growled again, but kept its distance. Its energy quickly waning, the Dark launched its final attack, and leapt at the THREAT, bringing its claws across its throat in one swift motion.
The THREAT opened its mouth, but no sound came out. Its head dropped, and the body slumped to the ground seconds later.
The Dark opened its mouth, voicing a loud roar of victory. The THREAT was gone.
Mission complete, the Dark turned and hobbled back toward the light area. It held a hand against its side, the slashes it received from the THREAT already clotting.
It moved slowly, its body shrinking, returning to normal. Its mind was beginning to cloud. All it could think was to get to MATE. MATE was safe. MATE would care for . . . him. His feet dragged through the forest floor, leg pounding with each step. Everything was sore.
Wade stepped through the trees, blinking in the bright spotlights of Carl’s yard. He just had time to register the shocked faces before him, before Callie hit him at a full run, locking her arms around him and crying his name. Then he knew nothing, as he passed out.
~X~X~X~
Wade Whipple, former human, opened his eyes. He lay on the couch, staring up at the ceiling in the house he shared with Callie.
Sounds came to him, and he recognized Silver and Eclipse shouting at each other in the backyard. He heard the squeak of the swings on their playset, and made a quick mental note to oil those before too long.
Water ran in the sink, and there was soft humming. He turned his head and immediately regretted it. Pain shot up his neck and he groaned. The water turned off, and footsteps came his way.
“Well, look who’s finally awake,” Callie said with a smile. She settled herself on the edge of the couch by his hip, facing him. “Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty.”
Wade furrowed his brow ridge and opened his mouth to speak. A harsh croak came out, and he cleared his throat. His mouth felt like he’d been sucking on old socks.
“Oop, hang on a sec,” the redhead said, before rushing into the kitchen. The tap ran again, and she returned with a glass of water. “Bottom’s up.”
Wade drank it quickly, surprised at how thirsty he was. Once the glass was empty, he handed it back and wiped his muzzle with the back of a hand. “Thanks.”
“Ah, and he speaks, too. How do you feel?”
“Tired.” A pause. “Beat up. What happened?”
“You don’t remember?”
He shook his head.
“None of it?”
Another shake.
“Well, my darling, you took down the largest grizzly Montana has ever seen.”
Wade’s stomach clenched. “I did?”
“You did,” Callie said, nodding. “You had one of your . . . episodes, and crashed through the kitchen door in the middle of the night to hunt the thing down. You were in rough shape after. Tom and Knuckles helped get you back here, and you’ve been unconscious for two days.” She crossed her arms, casting him a cocked eyebrow. “Now, care to tell me why you had a sudden urge to go bear hunting at one in the morning?”
He went quiet. If he really focused, he could remember bits and pieces of what happened. Dark trees. He thinks he and Knuckles may have . . . fought? But he didn’t have any memories of the bear itself. Just Callie. And an urge to . . .
“Protect,” he muttered.
“What?”
He blinked, looking back at her. “I . . . I was protecting you. I think.”
She nodded. “Yeah, I had that theory, too. But why would you go all the way to Carl’s to fight some monster of a bear to protect me? I was only out there because I was chasing after you.”
Wade sat up a little, wincing at his sore muscles. He remembered talking about that feeling, that new instinct. He remembered, vaguely, standing at the kitchen door. He remembered smelling something, and then a flash of realization hit him.
“You’re afraid of bears. I guess . . . that one was too close for comfort, and I wanted to get rid of it, so you wouldn’t be afraid.”
She sat staring at him for a long moment, her brows furrowed. “You could have been killed.”
He didn’t respond. It wasn’t like he had full control over himself. The instincts took over. He gave a helpless shrug.
“No, don’t shrug at me,” she said, and she sounded angry. No. Scared? “Don’t you dare shrug that off, Wade Whipple. You crashed through the door in the middle of the night to run off and fight a freaking grizzly the size of a bus, all for some convoluted idea of protecting me. That’s not a shruggable thing. Don’t do that.”
Wade pulled his shoulders up, this time in shame. “Sorry.”
She closed her eyes, and dropped her forehead into a hand with a tired sigh. After a long moment, she looked back up at him, her hand flipping her braid around to tug on it.
“I know it wasn’t your choice to run off like that,” she said, her voice soft. “I know instincts can override rational thought. I’m reminded of that every time you and Eclipse get into a hissing contest with that stray cat we see every now and then. But Wade . . . this was really scary. I thought . . .” She pulled her lips tight. “I thought I was gonna lose you.”
Wade sat up straighter, ignoring his protesting muscles, and reached for her hand. “I . . . I’m sorry. I’ll try to . . . ignore it or something next time.”
“No,” she said, but squeezed his hand. “You can’t ignore instincts. I . . .” She uttered a soft laugh. “I don’t even know why I’m talking about this. I just . . .” She paused, and a look passed over her face he didn’t often see. “You really scared me.”
Fear. She was really afraid. Had he scared her? Was she worried he would hurt her while in these . . . blackouts?
“Cal,” he said, sandwiching her hand between his. “I . . . you know I’d never hurt you.”
“No, Wade,” she said, placing her other hand on top of his. “I wasn’t scared of you, I was scared for you. You were a mess when you stumbled out of those trees. I honestly don’t know how you survived.”
A memory flashed then. Rage. Power. Growing.
Then it was gone.
He gave her a crooked smile. “Maybe I’m tougher than we thought?”
A look passed over her face then, like a cloud passing in front of the sun. Then it was gone, and her usual confident, somewhat snarky look was back.
“Well, I hope so,” she said, and he thought her voice sounded a little too nonchalant. A little too light. “Because you took down a monster of a bear. Oh, and if you’re gonna be doing this kinda stuff all the time, I don’t want to chase you down in the middle of the night again. Try to schedule these little excursions between regular business hours, okay?”
She dropped a little wink and made to leave, but Wade wouldn’t let go of her hands. She dropped back down to the couch, a look of mild surprise on her face.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice soft. He gave her hands a squeeze, his tail snaking out to wrap around her ankle. “I’m really sorry I scared you. I . . . I don’t know what happened, but I don’t want to see that look on your face anymore. I’m sorry. I’ll . . . I’ll try harder to control it.”
Callie looked at him for a few seconds more, before a smile appeared. A real one this time. “No one said being in a relationship with a Dark would be easy,” she said with a shrug. “Gotta take the bad times with the good, right? The occasional instinct fueled middle-of-the-night chase just keeps things interesting, yeah?”
He searched her face for a long moment, trying to determine if she was being genuine. Sometimes it was hard to tell with her. She had gotten really good at faking ‘being fine’ over her lifetime.
“Really?” he finally asked, eyes slightly narrowed. It was always better to ask, as he hoped she wouldn’t lie to him. “This is ‘Honest Cal’, and not ‘I’m Fine Cal’?”
Another smile, and she nodded. “Honest Cal. I don’t know how many more of these instincts will crop up, but . . .” She sighed. “I’ll be here to help you through them. If I can. We’ll see if we can’t try to . . . I dunno, hone your ability to identify them before they go all sleepwalker mode on you. Or something.”
Wade’s mouth pulled into another crooked smile. “You really wanna stay with me? Really?”
She rolled her eyes. “Honestly, Wade. If I can put up with those nasty sausages you love so stinkin’ much, I can deal with some random instinct that may make you go a little feral now and then.”
He smiled, and reached forward to pull her into a hug. “You’re the best, you know that?”
“Yeah, I know that,” she said, wrapping her arms around him. She heaved another sigh. “You keep things interesting Wade Whipple. I’ll give you that.”
“You love it. Because you love me. Right?”
“Some days, against my better judgment.” She pulled back, a smile on her lips. “But yes.” She cupped his muzzle and pulled him to her, planting a kiss on his forehead. “But if you ever scare me like you did the other night, I’ll skin you myself and make a couch out of you. Get it?”
“Got it.”
“Good.” Callie stood, heading toward the kitchen. “Hungry?”
“God, yes.” Wade pushed himself off the couch, hobbling after her. He was still pretty sore. “I’m so hungry, I could eat a bear.”
She had been pulling a pot of chili from the oven, and now slammed it onto the kitchen island. She looked unamused.
“I guess you could say, I have a bear of an appetite.”
A single eyebrow raised. “I’d think long and hard about the next words out of your mouth, Whipple.”
Wade pulled his lips tight. “I love you?”
She narrowed her eyes.
“A lot?”
Without breaking eye contact, she opened a nearby drawer and pulled out a serving spoon.
“You’ve narrowly avoided disaster, Dark. Grab a bowl and come fill your belly.”
Wade flashed her a fangy grin, and moved around the kitchen island to plant a kiss on her neck, before she batted him away with a little smile. He chuckled as he pulled down a bowl, and set to work on demolishing as much of that chili as she’d let him.
Being a Dark was sometimes scary. But with Callie by his side, Wade was sure he could deal with whatever this new body had in store.
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catsockpuppet · 1 month
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cannoli and hades meet up
The lair was always boring, everyone there was either scared of him or didn’t respect him. So, when someone new that was around Hades’ age began working for his mother, Hades was ecstatic. Of course, he was a little confused why his mother had hired another teenager but that didn’t matter. Did it? She made Hades work, so it wasn’t too surprising that she’d make another teen do it as well. According to his mother, the new worker spent most of their time in the library or medical ward. So, Hades checked those areas everyday until he finally spotted them.
The worker was a bit taller than Hades, they had short curly hair that looked like they’d cut it themselves. “Jeez, how could someone walk around with such a mess of hair? Did they not bother to cut it?” Hades shook off the thoughts, now was not the time. Definitely not, because now they were staring back at Hades awkwardly. Fuck. How long had he been making eye contact?
“Um- do you need something.. Your majesty?” They asked, their ears flattening against their head.
Dammit, he’d already scared them. He hadn’t even done anything wrong.. Had he?
“No.” Hades shook his head quickly, forcing a smile that sent shivers down the other’s spine. He was horrible at smiling, he didn’t know how to make it genuine and people always got creeped out by his forced one. “No, I came to introduce myself.” He extended his hand.
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“Okay, what the fuck.” Cannoli stiffened as the ‘prince’ extended his hand. He knew the guy was awkward but this was a whole new level of awkwardness. Firstly, his smile. It was obviously forced but it also seemed.. Rehearsed? Like, it looked like the guy spent hours trying to perfect a ‘smile’. Secondly, there was the fact that he’d been staring at Cannoli for a solid few minutes before saying a word, and his expression was completely flat as he did so. As if he just forgot to emote until Cannoli spoke to him.
“Hello?”
Cannoli shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts and accepting the offered hand.
“Apologies, I zoned out. My name is Cannoli, Cannoli Stars.”
“That’s an odd name.” Hades took back his hand and wiped it off on his suit. Rude.
“Thanks, I picked it myself!” His voice was laced with a sarcasm that The Prince didn’t seem to catch up on.
“Well, I’m Hades [insert last name].”
“Nice to formally meet you, your majesty.” He gave a small bow, still put off by the situation.
Hades frowned a bit before forcing back that fake smile. “No need for formality! No one’s around, just call me my name. Can I fix your hair?”
“..What.”
“You look like a disaster,” Hades gestured to Cannoli’s hair. Yeah, he knew he looked bad but Hades didn’t need to say that. “Can I help?”
Well, Cannoli couldn’t exactly say no here, could he? “Yes. You may.”
“Brilliant!” He whirled around, leaving the library with Cannoli following close behind.
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“This is how you make friends, right?” Hades thought to himself as he led Cannoli up to his chambers. They entered the bathroom connected to his bedroom, Cannoli sitting on the edge of the tub. “All the books I’ve read, it always starts with a favor. Doing something nice for someone and then they return it, making you friends. I’m doing awesome.” He gave himself a small smile, a genuine one with no teeth. Hades despised his teeth, he despised that they made people scared and he loathed the people who got all… Weird about his fangs.
Hades opened a drawer under the sink, filled with makeup and hair products that he used daily. Hades took great care of his appearance, absolutely despising the idea of being messy or anything of the sort. He pulled out a pair of scissors, ones he usually used for trimming his fur, and turned to face Cannoli. Forcing a smile again.
“You’re really bad at that.”
“Huh?”
“Smiling. With all due respect, it’s obvious you’re faking it.”
Hades’ smile fell. He thought he was doing good. Did everyone feel that way? Was he that bad at being happy, he couldn’t even fake it?
“I don't know what you’re talking about!” He forced his smile once more, stepping closer to take some of Cannoli’s curled locks into his hand. He carefully began cutting up and cleaning the edges, ensuring that the other boy looked professional and clean.
Cannoli sighed, not speaking as Hades cut his hair. This was good. No worrying about what to say, just a peaceful silence.
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God, this was awkward. Cannoli had nothing to say, and he hadn’t intended on telling The Prince how fake his smile looked. It was accidental, and now he was just nervous he’d get punished for it or something. And- how are you supposed to make conversation with the son of some supervillain anyway? ‘Oh, which subject has your mother killed for a mild inconvenience today?’ or ‘After my dad tried to kill me, your mom practically kidnapped me and now I work for her.’ Jeez, this sucked.
“All done!” Hades stepped back, a genuine triumphant smile on his face.
“Hey, you smiled.”
“Huh?” He titled his head in confusion like a curious puppy.
“You didn’t force it.” Cannoli stood up, glancing at himself in the large mirror atop the prince’s sink. He looked nice. His hair actually looked alright. Sure it wasn’t the length he liked, but Hades couldn’t just make his hair grow out magically. Maybe. “Thanks. You did good.”
“You’re welcome!” Hades responded quickly and eagerly. Was he proud of himself? Did he enjoy the compliment? Either one seemed to work, it’s not like he’d get many compliments while he’s cooped up in a tower everyday. Only being permitted to go to balls and events within the lair’s walls.
Suddenly, Cannoli felt bad for the guy. It probably wasn’t easy to live like this, and Hades’ genuine excitement at such a small compliment seemed to prove that point.
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howls-memeing-castle · 4 months
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Besties look at the Beverage I was sippin on all morning
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Its got black tea with rosemary oat cream and a spiced plum syrup. They smoke the cup with pine needles (which I was certainly nibbling on) and they brulee an umeboshi plum
And the cool cool barista had a Big Big Torch to set the bits on fire
I love this ridiculous little cafe and talking with the ridiculous people who work there and hang around there
And when I got home I organized my closet and (mostly) did all my laundry and cleaned the bathroom and the kitchen (mostly) and my bedroom isn’t a total disaster zone anymore
It’s been a good nice very lovely day
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koolkat9 · 2 years
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Gerfrukport for the ship thing, 2,3, 17, and 29
Oh my god, oh my god. Again, got so excited seeing this. Thank you!!!
Ship Asks
2- How’s their team work? Do they share well?
For the most part they work well together. Francis and Afonso who are more laid back and cheery in nature balance out Arthur and Ludwig who are more on the uptight and serious/grumpy side. They’re able to push each other out of their comfort zones and bring out different sides to each other thanks to these differences. But also, Lud and Art are very similar to each while Francis and Afonso are similar each other and in this way they have someone who they can talk to who will understand them on a more personal level. This mix of different and similar people really helps them work well together. 
For the most part they share well. Though Arthur will sometimes hog the blankets when asleep, Francis and Afonso will fight over the bathroom/mirror when trying to get ready and Ludwig...Well Ludwig is probably the best sharer out of all of them (though maybe he would be a bit more defensive of his sweets because he has the worst sweet tooth out of all of them).
3- Are they open about their relationship? How do they feel about public displays of affection?
They’re fairly open about their relationship though Arthur and Ludwig prefer to keep public displays of affection to a minimum. Afonso and Francis on the other hand go all out and make it everyone’s business that they’re all together, though they don’t push Lud’s and Art’s boundaries. But going back to how its a nice balance of personalities, Afonso and Francis can be as affectionate as they want with each other while Ludwig and Arthur can give each other the more discrete forms of affection they prefer in public. 
I also like to think that many nations were wondering when they would all get together. Arthur and Francis’s feelings for each other were no secret even when Francis got with Ludwig and Arthur with Afonso. Also, a hand full of people also knew about Arthur’s former crush on Ludwig which came back full force when he saw both Francis and Ludwig together. So yeah...The four of them became good entertainment for a few months before they finally got together. 
17- What would make them break up? Would it be permanent?
Ooof....Don’t make me think about this!!! /jk 
First off, no it would not be permanent. They probably wouldn’t officially “break up,” but maybe they’d take a break from each other, like keep their distance.
Francis and Arthur’s tensions would probably result in them taking a break. Like a bickering session may have gotten out of hand, or one/both of them were being stubborn about something. They don’t break up, but they may spend some time away from each other. 
Over all, Arthur has a nasty habit of push people he loves away so some of that would probably cause some tension and result in some distance between himself and his lovers. But since he has had a more or less positive romantic experience with Afonso spanning over centuries, he’s not as scared to be vulnerable and thus is less likely to push his lovers away to the point they all think a break is needed. 
Ludwig is a workaholic which may also lead to some tension sometime and a break between them. But he’s gotten a lot better at finding a balance since getting with Francis so this will rarely happen.
So yeah. It would be really rare and take a lot to get them to take a break from each other. Even if they do, it’s not really a break up as it is taking some time to calm down before coming back together and figuring things out.
29- How do the handle disasters or emergencies? Minor injuries? Sickness?
I've talked about Arthur and Ludwig in relation to this question. Quick run down, they'd act calm and collected in an emergency in order to best solve the problem. Once things calm down then they'll break. Minor injuries neither worries about too much and will tend to them as needed (though in the case of Ludwig, Arthur may take the opportunity to spoil Lud a bit).
Sickness, both will use it as an excuse to spoil their lover and tend to them as needed. Arthur will usually sing/read to whichever one of them is sick. If they're well enough, Arthur will make them tea. Ludwig will ensure they stay hydrated and give them lots of cuddles (because Arthur, Francis and Afonso all get cuddly when sick).
Francis will panic. Thanks to his age, experience, and his adrenaline, he can be somewhat useful in emergencies (ex. stopping excessive bleeding, pulling someone out of harm’s way), but he won’t be good at making well thought out decisions and it won’t take much to make him shut down completely. Minor injuries and sickness on the other hand are easy to handle. He’ll fuss over his lovers and be overdramatic about it, but it’s more in an attempt to make them smile/show he cares. He’ll cook them soup, give them all kinds of cuddles and kisses, give them massages, basically almost anything they ask.
Afonso, though not as much as Francis, is more likely to panic, but he’s a bit better at trying to figure out solutions with his head rather than just reacting with adrenaline and reflex. But he’ll show his emotions through it all. Sickness and minor injury his reaction would depend on who is hurt/sick. He may tease Francis a bit because even though they’re in love they are still competitive and like to tease each other. But if it’s Arthur and Ludwig he’ll basically baby them (because this is the only time he can get away with it). He’ll also cook for them all (especially if Francis is sick), he’ll make sure they have enough pillows and blankets. Normally, he’ll be the one to stay with whoever is sick while another healthy lover goes out to get cool cloths, medicine, etc. 
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wuxiaphoenix · 1 year
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On Characters: In Praise of Downtime
Old engineer’s saying: “If you don’t schedule time for maintenance, maintenance will be scheduled for you.”
This applies to humans, too. So much. It’s been a very, very busy past... three weeks plus, gah.
With one emergency after another, plus preparations for more. One of said emergencies being all the prep needed to perform my civic duty yet again. This makes at least five jury summons in the past two decades, when I know plenty of people who’ve never been called on once... which actually does make sense for a random selection process, with those kinds of odds.
(Look, anyone who wants to get on their high horse about responsibility to do your civic duties, okay, I can’t stop you. But last time I was there they had only ONE working bathroom stall for women in the whole building. Think on that scenario, over 200 jurors on top of all the court personnel and lawyers, for a whole day from before 7:30 to after 5 PM with one fifteen minute break outside the courtroom for said jurors to grab lunch and any necessities. Yeah no thank you.)
Anyway, between that, the shift in the weather which meant freezing at work, untangling multiple other monetary problems (all of which were someone else’s screw-up, a different Someone Else in each case), and finding a possible pipe leak in my bathroom which thankfully turned out to be something much easier to fix-
Well. After finally ascertaining the potential plumbing disaster was handled, I pretty much fell flat on my face Thursday. Brain? What brain?  
Characters under stress are going to react the same way. You can keep going through a lot of emergencies one after another, but your ability to handle each new crisis is going to deteriorate, and every emergency stacked on top of you before you’ve had a chance to rest from the last one will eat more of your brain’s processing power. Human beings are stubborn, you can run on fumes a long time... but eventually something’s going to break. And once you get a clear spot of “current known emergencies now over”, your system is going to crash.
If you’re lucky, you just need rest, food, a lot of hydration, and some room to be silly and Not Think for a bit. If you’re not... stress crashes the immune system, so you may have to be handling emergencies while feverish and having other nasty symptoms. If you’re really unlucky and have an immune system that has No Sense of Humor, you may get an autoimmune attack of everything from allergies to serious organ dysfunction. Running yourself into the red zone is a bad idea.
And this is another place much of current Hollywood and fiction has failed us. Because all too often it shows the main character dragged backwards through the action mangle to save the day, yet never shows recovery time. Meaning people get the idea they’re supposed to be superhuman; that you can work a killer job every day, party every night, and that’s how it’s supposed to be.
This is extremely unrealistic. And harmful. If heroes are meant to model behavior we can aspire to, then every once in a while we should see them taking care of themselves. Getting enough sleep. Getting a hot meal. Sitting on a park bench and just breathing, once in a while. Being responsible, and keeping themselves in good mental and physical shape, so they can in turn take care of other people when the chips are down.
Think about how much stress your characters are under. Try to make sure they get something nice in their lives, a moment to breathe, so they can handle everything you’re going to throw at them. Your readers will appreciate it!
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alex51324 · 2 years
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I was going to link you the fic inspired by safe hands but then I didn't want to bother you and then I forgot. Anyway, here it is if you want to read it (archiveofourown(.)org/works/40303281) no pressure at all of course ♥︎ Thank you for creating such a lovely little world
Thanks! I think I made a quick comment on this when I read it, but I didn't reply on here because this was during the Interlude between the Household Plumbing Disaster and the arrival of my new computer.
(Turns out that my regular sitting spot in the living room, while not directly below the bathroom, is well within the splash zone when there is a flood.)
PS, to Everyone Else: I think this and the art I just reblogged were the main things from that Interlude that I meant to reply to, but if anything else happened that you are kind of surprised I didn't respond to, please remind me what it was.
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lynne-monstr · 2 years
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hi blog, it's friday. we made it.
it's been a bit frustrating at work. I'm keep banging my head against a wall trying to get something done that should be simple. and no one i ask for help is able to make it work either.
on an exciting note, my renovation is making moves. my cabinets are being installed and today the bathroom is being tiled. I'm very excited to see it looking like something other than a disaster zone.
and even more exciting, I'm in the midst of posting my secret big bang fic! which is the ghost fic I started rambling about like two ago and was never able to finish until now! I'm so happy to finally get to share it!
I hope everyone has a good weekend. I am counting down until happy hour!
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loominggaia · 2 years
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The FGG works at a fast food place, what kinda employee would they be like?
Oh man...that place would be a disaster zone lol.
Welcome to FREELANCE FOOD GUYS! May we take your order?
Evan is the overworked manager desperately trying to wrangle his idiot employees and keep them on track.
Lukas is the assistant manager who draws up the schedule every week. He schedules people he doesn't like on terrible shifts out of spite.
Glenvar is the employee who always shows up late and half-drunk with a flask in his pocket. Works drive-thru and always throws freebies in everyone's bag.
Alaine is the hardest-working and most competent employee until some Karen pisses her off, then she's jumping the counter to beat someone's ass.
Jeimos is the one who always shows up 30 minutes early because they're paranoid about being late, then has a million panic attacks throughout their shift anyway.
Isaac is the kid who makes the most of this shitty job and always seems to be having fun no matter what. Gets really excited about the new promotional toys every month. (Basically he's Spongebob...)
Linde refuses to cook, clean, or do literally anything else except run the register because she might ruin her manicure.
Balthazaar is the customer who stands in front of the menu going "Yeah can I get a fuckin uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhh" for 10 minutes while holding up the line.
Javaan is the charismatic employee who's really good at upselling shit but then pockets the money for himself. Steals fistfuls of fries on the reg so he can spend his lunch break getting a BJ in the bathroom.
Skel is the Karen who's always like "You guys fuck up my order every time I come here! This place sucks, I'm never coming back!" but then comes back the next day.
Elska isn't allowed to work the registers anymore because she hospitalized too many Karens. She just cooks food in the back. Barely says anything. Everyone's kind of afraid of her.
Mr. Ocean is the homeless guy smoking weed in the dumpster out back.
Zeffer is the creepy guy who only works graveyard. Definitely hiding bodies in the freezer.
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Travels WITH Anthony  ·
SECOND CLASS CABIN ON THE OLYMPIC AND THE TITANIC...
Southampton's excellent Sea City Museum contains a quite substantial, permanent exhibit revolving around the Olympic and Titanic. One of the prime pieces is a full scale, faithfully authentic mock up of a second class passenger cabin, seen in my photograph here.
While much is typically made of first and third class on board the Titanic, their shipmates sandwiched in between in second class hardly register in recorded history. It is almost as if they existed in some kind of vicarious 'twilight zone' for the duration of the maiden voyage, and during the apocalyptic disaster that ended it.
The Olympic and the Titanic were more or less identical in terms of actual, physical cabins and their fittings. While both ships were under construction, the Harland and Wolff shipyard simply duplicated hundreds of different design elements for the two ships.
Everything, from dressing tables to the giant triple propellers was stamped with one of two builder's numbers; 400 for Olympic, and 401 for Titanic. Once completed, each was assigned to the correct ship in turn.
On Olympic and Titanic, the total of 169 second class cabins featured either two or four bunk beds, crafted from mahogany. Each bed had a full length privacy curtain.The bed linen in all rooms was changed each day.
The walls were made from white painted oak paneling, with a linoleum tiled floor underfoot. Furnishings typically included a dressing table, sofa and wardrobe, all fashioned from mahogany.
There were no private bathrooms or toilets in second class on any ship at this time. Blocks of communal, shared bathrooms for both sexes were situated close nearby, segregated by gender across both port and starboard sides.
The folding, earthenware wash basins- known back then as 'compactums'- were designed so that they could be folded inwards and emptied. Because those basins had no actual, hot and cold running water supply of their own, they had to be filled by a steward, who would pour the water into a holding tank that was concealed in the washbasin cabinets.
On both ships, the second class cabins were 'banked up' just aft of amidships on D, E and F Decks. On E Deck, cabins occupied only the starboard side of the ship.
On E Deck, some 46 cabins could be converted to first class specification if demand was high. In these cases, carpeting and in room space heaters would be put into the relevant rooms.
In addition, some cabins located aft down on G Deck were theoretically convertible to second class status if demand required it. These were more cramped spaces, located more or less directly above the propellers. As a rule of thumb, they were generally configured as third class accommodation.
In terms of public venues, second class passengers on board the Olympic and Titanic could avail themselves of a series of quite elegant spaces.
A combined lounge and library was located aft on C Deck, overlooking the aft well deck. Crafted from dark mahogany and light sycamore, it was supported by a series of fluted, white painted columns.
The room itself was sprinkled with plush, mahogany framed furnishings, and it featured writing desks, complete with lamps placed underneath the windows. A large bookcase was available for all passengers to browse at their leisure.
One level up on B Deck, the smoking room was a strictly male only preserve. Decorated in Louis XVI style, the oak panelled room had linoleum tiles underfoot.
Oak chairs, upholstered in green Moroccan leather were clustered around tables set up to facilitate card games. Drinks could be supplied from an adjacent bar. This room also had an adjoining toilet.
The main shared, communal room was the second class dining room, located aft of the galley on D Deck that it shared with the first class dining room. The seventy foot long room extended for the full width of the ship, and it could accommodate some 394 people at one sitting.
Portholes along both flanks flooded the beautiful, oak panelled room with a wash of natural light. The room was covered with a linoleum floor.
Parallel rows of long, rectangular tables had mahogany chairs with red leather coverings. Each of these individual, swivel seats was bolted to the floor of the room.
As the dining room was also intended to be used for church services, there was also an upright Steinway piano, folded into an alcove on the forward wall.
Second class also featured its own barber shop, located on E Deck. Just like it's counterpart in first class, this also served as a shop for on board post cards and other souvenirs. On the Titanic, this room was the domain of a steward called Herbert Klein. He would become a casualty of the subsequent sinking.
In terms of outdoor spaces, second class passengers on Titanic could avail themselves of an open stretch of teak promenade on the aft end of the Boat Deck. Extending to both port and starboard sides, it had a length of roughly 145 feet.
A series of slatted, wooden benches faced out to the sea on both sides. By way of an alternative, passengers could rent a teak steamer chair for around one dollar per person ( around 3s in British currency) for the duration of the entire voyage.
A brace of additional, covered promenade decks ran parallel to the smoking room and main lounges on both B and C Decks. Both provided shelter from the elements; the C Deck promenade also acted as an impromptu play area for the children.
Second class passengers entered and exited the interior spaces via a central deck house, located right aft on the Boat Deck. This gave access to both the main staircase, and also to the first elevator ever to be put in any ship for the use of the second class passengers on board. This lift ran all of the way down to F Deck, and was flanked on both sides by the staircase.
Second class on Olympic and Titanic was a kind of 'luxury lite' echo of the fabulously opulent spaces to be found 'up' in first class. It was the solid, all too often anonymous preserve of the middle class; the clergy, small business owners, and solicitors that enabled the upper stratus of 1912 society to function seamlessly.
These people occupied a world that is still shrouded in an 'out of sight, out of mind' state of limbo.
Of approximately 285 second class passengers on board the Titanic at the time of the disaster, only 111 would survive; a ratio of around 42 per cent in all.
Of the 149 men booked across second class, just fourteen survived. That rate equates to some 9.4 per cent overall. It is the lowest survival rate of any group in any class. In percentage terms, even third class men actually did better.
While statistics can be manipulated in certain circumstances, these figures for second class can only be considered as being truly shocking...
Photo of Olympic/ Titanic cabin mock up is the copyright of Anthony Nicholas
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