#// axis a hug would be nice man

[machiavxlli]

Claudia flinched slightly. "I need some water for it..." The cut was stinging, and the woman feared it was infected. The nest was like nothing she had ever seen. Her mind cross-referenced it to her room, it would take some getting used to but she would be fine...she hoped. Claudia tilted her head to the side. "You're leaving?" The woman moved to cut off his path, neck craning up to meet his gaze. "Axis, stay please. I have no idea what..." She trailed off. Claudia would stand her ground, no matter if the look in his eyes broke her heart.

"You have brought me here with no preparation. I have no idea how I am supposed to talk to your people, or what is and is not offensive. I am basically walking in the dark here." Claudia wasn't sure if there was anyone she shouldn't talk to. She was completely blind.

She reached out to touch a tallowed hand. "Could you please abandon your anger? Stay here, with us..." She knew her father would meet his end at Axis' hand no doubt, but the king was sly and cruel and Claudia feared what would happen to Axis if he were to go back there.

The entire journey, Axis could feel it—her unease, like a threading whisper. He could hope it wasn’t directed at him, or at his raw edges But of course, he played a crucial role in it.

And somehow it wasn’t enough to temper, to contain him.

He led her through stony corridors, their footsteps echoing in the dim, cavernous space. The path opened into a towering chamber, its ceiling disappearing into shadows. Several bridges connecting occupied nests. It was mostly made of rough, carved stone, unornamented, means to an end.

His kin occupied each nest, most of them adult-looking, and only few seemed to be a bit younger. Their sharp gazes flicking toward the pair as they passed. The silence was loud with unspoken questions, curiosity— and some understanding. Claudia's smell was somehow familiar to them, and the volume in her belly a clear sign of what her presence meant.

Axis led his mate to his nest: Most of it rock, including one carved to be sat. A pile of clothes over a pile of straws.

"Stay here" he said. His hand gently found her face as he took one more look at her wound, his jaw clenching hard once again at the sight. It infuriated him to see it. "You are kin, now" he said. He stepped away, approaching the pile of fabrics, and pulled a (mostly) clean cotton one from it. He handed it over to her to clean her face, before turning away to leave.

[clockwork-ashes]

Something Lonesome - Part I (a few times more)

Read also on Ao3 :)

Summary: Elain dies when she’s thrown into the cauldron, but she doesn’t stay dead for long. Over and over, again and again, something brings her back, and every time she finds her way to Lucien.

Note: This is a romance, but it’s also just a story about Elain. There will be a happy ending <3 Also, completely dedicated to the lovely @nocasdatsgay because I have so many ideas and every time I yell them into the tumblr void (the tags) she has something nice to say <3

Elain watched as Feyre’s blood flowed between the grooves of the stone tiles. Steady like a lazy river, just as mesmerising as the waters that danced in the Cauldron.

She heard the strangled moan Nesta made in response, a tortured, animalistic sound. The gag in her own mouth was soaked through with tears, damp as it cut into her cheeks. 

Rhysand howled in pain, almost as if the King of Hybern had taken a knife to his heart instead. Elain wished he had. 

Just as the soldiers hauled her into the air, she locked a terrified gaze onto the warrior whose eyes were made of sunlight. She felt as if she had seen them before, known them as surely as her reflection when she looked in the mirror. 

He took a measured step, purposeful. His broad hand was on the jewelled sword at his side, and Elain knew he would have been a sight to behold wielding the weapon. She was thrown into the whirling waves suddenly, pulled under by a force so strong, fighting against it would have been impossible. Darkness clouded her vision, but the map of a vicious scar lingered bright as day for the briefest of moments, lovely. 

* * *

“Put the prettier one in first,” the king said, his voice ringing from where he sat on his throne. Elain wanted to rip out his dark eyes, wished to feel skin and blood and tears beneath the crescent moons of her nails. 

Nesta hadn’t stopped fighting, and Elain hadn’t stopped shaking in fear. There was a part of her that knew there was an inevitability to it all, a sixth sense warning her not to even try. It felt deeply rooted, connected to her like a tree was to the ground it grew from. 

The red haired man spoke, tilting the world on its axis. His voice was as rich as melted gold, bright as the arrow of light Elain swore she saw arching towards her. “Stop this,” he said roughly, the demand echoing when no one listened.  

Elain could still hear the two simple words as she was shoved into the Cauldron, tripping over the edge of the ancient object, sinking until all she could see was darkness. 

* * *

Moonlight always looked like sunshine on the darkest nights, Elain knew. Each bright ray cutting across the sky, forcing all the stars to fade away. She liked how a path sometimes appeared over water, endless, not even stopping when it reached the horizon. When Elain had been a girl, she’d often wonder if there was a way to walk across the phantom bridge, could close her eyes and imagine it clear as glass. 

* * *

Elain went into the darkness willingly, knowing it like an old friend. 

Darling. 

Cold waters hugged her like welcoming hands, gentle. 

Stay. 

Only once, Elain wanted to know what might happen if she asked the darkness to wait. 

[milaisreading]

🌱🩷: Basically a part 2 to this

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open.

(C/n)- Country name

🌍Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya🌏

It has been a few days since (Y/n) had the whole fiasco with the Allies and Axis being in her home. Thankfully, they didn't stay for too long, since their bosses called them back before they could introduce themselves. (Y/n) was grateful how fast her boss had worked to call theirs, and now she had some peace. Just her, Hanatamago, and the quiet... or that's what she believed.

It was a peaceful morning, and while the fluffy dog was sleeping, (Y/n) went to prepare the breakfast, all was normal. But then, a knock on her door caught the Nordic country's attention and she ran to open it.

"I am coming!" (Y/n) yelled, expecting it to be her boss. Who else would visit her this early?

"Good morning, sunflower! I am happy you opened the door!" (Y/n)'s eyes widened in shock, and fear, when she saw Russia smiling down at her.

"M-mr. Russia? What a surprise. How can I help you?" The Russian ignored her nervousness and pointed inside.

"Can I come in? I walked all the way here and it's pretty cold."

"Sure." She gulped and moved away for him to enter.

'Shouldn't you of all be immune to the cold?'

"What are you doing?" His voice woke her up from her thoughts and she looked up at him.

"Ah... just preparing breakfast for Hana and I. What brought you here? Don't you have to do war stuff?" (Y/n) questioned, causing the tall Russian to chuckle the way she formed the last question.

'She is so silly. She doesn't even know what you do during war.' Russia thought as he patted her head, whish caused the girl to panic a little on the inside.

"I will prepare us breakfast then!"

"Y-you will stay here for a while?" She asked in concern as the Russian walked towards the kitchen.

"Is that an issue?"

"Not at all!" She said back, sighing while following the man.

"Do you like it?" The Russian man asked with his usual smile as (Y/n) ate the plate of pancakes he made. She had to admit, they were really good.

'Cheesy and the blueberry jam! So good!' She squealed a little as Hana ate her food peacefully.

"It's really good! What did you say was it called?"

"Syrniki. It's just cheese filled pancakes."

"It's really good! Thank you for making it!" The Russian felt pride filled his chest as she praised his food, pushing the plate with some of the pancakes towards her.

"Eat more. I already ate."

"You did?" (Y/n) wondered as she munched on a piece.

"Why did you come here, then? I don't mean to be rude, I am just confused if you didn't come for the breakfast." The Russian kept quiet for a moment, all that was heard was Hana eating her food.

"I want to marry you." (Y/n) chocked on her food as she heard Russia's words, looking at him in disbelief.

"W-what? Why?"

"I like you. You were the only country that wasn't mean to me back in the days."

"I-I..." She gulped, unsure what to say back.

"Is that about me playing with you in the snow."

Russia nodded his head and grabbed her hand, which caused Hana to bark, but was left ignored.

"To you it might have been insignificant, but to me back then it meant a lot. It still does. I was really sad when you isolated yourself from the rest of us, but now that you are back again, I don't want to lose you again."

For a good two minutes, there was a silence in the room, Hana was a little afraid of the glare the Russian sent her, and (Y/n) couldn't really form a sentence. But, the silence was quickly broken by a third voice and the kitchen door being slammed open.

"What the?!" She yelled in surprise.

"Russia! Stop terrorizing other countries! Don't worry, the hero will save the day!"

"America..." The Russian glared at the blonde, pulling (Y/n) behind him.

'Does he not know how to knock?!' She wondered.

After a good 10 minutes, the duo was calmed down and they sat at the table,an eeri silence surrounding the trio as (Y/n) hugged Hana closer.

"S-so... You are America? It's a nice surprise." (Y/n) said, trying to break the glare the two were heaving.

"Oh? It is?! I didn't get the chance to introduce myself properly last time. I am America, the hero in all of this. Don't forget that, ok?!" Russia rolled his eyes at his behavior while (Y/n) tried her best to keep the peace.

"I will keep that in mind, Mr. Hero. How have you been?" She gave the blonde a nervous smile. The nickname caused both men to stop their silent war and looked at (Y/n) in shock. Russia's look soon turned into one of disbelief, while America was flattered.

"M-Mr. Hero? Me?!"

"You said you are a hero. Sorry, I won't call you that-"

"No! No! I love the nickname! Call me that from now!" The American yelled in excitement as a red blush coated his cheeks.

"Sure, if you want to..." (Y/n) agreed, a little flustered.

"Oh? Do you want some tea or coffee? I have some cake left as well if you want to." (Y/n) offered, surprising America even more.

'Not only does she think I am a hero, but she is also very kind.' Before America could answer, Russia spoke up for him.

"He was on his way back home, actually. America, why don't you leave my sunflower amd I alone." The Russian said with his tight smile as America glared back at him.

"Why don't you go instead? You are the one scaring her!"

"Reoeat that again, I dare you."

"Please don't start a war in my kitchen!!" (Y/n) yelled in panic.

'How did I end up in this situation now?' Just as she thought her morning was insane, the afternoon was even worse. Somehow France and England had the brilliant idea to visit her... at the same time.

'Well, I better stay on their good side. I don't want to be attacked.' She thought as France kissed her hand and held a rose in front of her.

"Ma cherie, why don't we go somewhere more private? The black sheep over there is ruining our mood, don't you think?" France winked at the flustered girl while she took the rose from him.

"Mood? I.... I am fine here. Plus, it's rude to please England alone."

The Brit was about to speak up, irritated by the Frenchman's behavior, when he witnessed him move closer to her.

'That bastard!!'

"Athur will understand-"

"Move away, you barbarian!! She is uncomfortable with you like this!" England yelled as he pushed France away, earning a scowl from him.

"We had a moment, England. But your stuck-up ass will never understand that." France said with a smirk as England's mood got even worse. Trying to stop a possible fight, (Y/n) cleared her throat.

"As nice as the invitation sounds, Mr. France, I am sadly not that well acquainted with you yet. But, thank you for the rose, it's really pretty and smells nice. It's really thoughtful." The blonde was stunned by her words, feeling his heart race a little as she smiled at him.

"It's nothing, cherie. Next time I am bringing you a bouquet." France said, but before she could protest, England spoke up.

"Love, please don't pat attention to this frog. He has no concept of boundaries"

"Uh-"

"At least I give away great presents. All you brought are those scones of yours, that taste horrendous."

"What did you just say?!"

As the two started arguing, (Y/n) looked at the said items England brought for this tea get together. And true, they looked burned at some places. But, were they that bad?

Deciding to ignore their arguing for a moment, (Y/n) took one of them and took a small bite.

'Well, they are not something to write songs about... but, they are not that bad.' (Y/n) thought, taking another bite.

"They are not that bad, far from horrendous." She spoke up which caught the attention of the two. England's eyes widened in surprise as France looked at her in horror.

"You... you think so?" The Brit asked in a hopeful manner.

"Yep. They are not really something I eat at all, but they are good."

"Thank you, love! I will bring you some next time I visit." England said with a red face and huge grin as he grabbed her free hand.

"Next time?-"

"Hold up! If we will do it that way, I will bring you the finest desserts I have to offer." France interjected, grabbing her other hand.

"No need, Mr. France and Mr. England-"

"I absolutely must, cherie. You will love it, more that his food, anyway."

"Don't provoke me, you frog eater!"

'What did I get myself into?' She gulped.

It was peaceful for the next 3 days, and (Y/n) hoped she won't see any of the other countries any time soon. Right now, she was returning from the grocery store with Hana and thinking of something for dinner.

"Are you up for some Leipäjuusto? Finland told me he gave you those as a treat some times, he even thought me how to make it." She suggested as the dog barked sadly at her. (Y/n) looked at the fluffy animal in sadness, she really missed Finland.

"Don't worry, Hana. He will be back soon. I hope he,Sweden, Iceland, Denmark, and Norway are doing alright." She said the other part more to herself than anyone else. She was worried about them, since they were her closest companions after all.

"Until then, let's make the best of it, ok?" (Y/n) smiled down at the dog as she opened her front door.

"Let's eat now-"

"Ah! I see you are back! Just in time for dinner!" The girl dropped her bags in fright as she saw a brown-haired man standing in the hallway.

"What the hell?! Who are you?!"

'What did I do wrong in life?' (Y/n)'s eye twitched as she looked at the man, who she came to find out was China.

'For such an old country, Mr. China looks really young. I honestly expected a grandpa or something.' (Y/n) thought as she took a sip from the tea he made her.

"Thanks for the tea... and all this food. Sorry for yelling at you earlier, Mr. China." (Y/n) said, a tad bit embarrassed for losing her cool.

"It's ok, it was rude of me to enter without permission." China smiled back while patting his panda.

'It's so cute! So that's what they look like! I only read in books about them.' She thought while eyeing the animal for a moment.

"But, what is all this food about?" She asked the Chinese man.

"It's for you. France told us you tasted England's food the other day, and I couldn't let an innocent country destroy her taste buds." (Y/n) sweatdropped at his dramatic antics.

"It wasn't that bad-"

"Hush now, you don't have to lie in front of me. Eat now." China said as he pushed a plate in front of her.

"Here, take some fried rice! There is also chicken and duck if you want anything with it!" China smiled as (Y/n) nodded her head and took a bite of the food.

"Wow! It tastes amazing, Mr. China!" (Y/n) smiles at the brown-haired man as she took another bite.

"I know, right! I have the best cuisine around." The man boasted as (Y/n) ate.

"My bosses who visited you always said your food is good, I never imagined it to be this delicious tho. You are the best cook I met so far!" She grinned at China while taking another bite.

"Yeah, I am quite great. If only I wasn't so old, I could accomplish way more then." (Y/n) looked at the man weirdly and shrugged her shoulders.

"But, you accomplished a lot already. I might have been isolated for a part of my history, but I read a lot about you. You have an amazing culture and history, it's something to be proud of." (Y/n) said in a polite manner as the man stared at her in surprise. Sure, he does boast at times, but hearing it from someone else was a new feeling.

"Y-you think so?" The man stuttered out, earning a nod from (Y/n).

"You are unique, to be honest. So be proud of those things.

"T-thank you!" China blushed a bright red at those words, his heartbeat quickening a little.

"Italy!! Stop flirting with random women!!" (Y/n) and Japan flinched as Germany yelled at the Italian, who was busy charming the women at (Y/n)'s capital.

"He seems to be a social butterfly." (Y/n) said nervously, hoping this meeting will be cut short. Japan, who was next to her sighed in defeat as he watched the two argue.

"Yeah, he is. Too social even."

"Hm? What do you mean?" (Y/n) blinked at the black-haired country, who got a little flustered.

"Nothing, I am just a little jealous that he is so... open, I guess. People seem to like him a lot for that."

"Why don't you try this as well?" She wondered, but then remembered that just like her, Japan was isolated as well, so all of this is new to him as well.

"Sorryn! But, I guess I know how you feel."

"You do?" Japan looked over at her in surprise.

"Yep, I am not much of a social person either, Mr. Japan. I have a few close friends and that's about it, but I like it this way."

Japan kept quiet as (Y/n) tried to formulate another sentence.

"You are ok the way you are. If you feel more comfortable like that, stay that way." She said in a polite way, which surprised Japan a lot. The country blushed a little and nodded his head.

"Thank you-"

"(C/n)! Germany is being mean to me!!" The girl got startled as Italy ran up and hugged her.

"Italy! Don't get into other's spaces like that!" Japan scolded him, but the country wouldn't budge.

"I-It's alright. But, Mr. Italy, try to be nice to Mr. Germany, he is working hard right now." (Y/n) said, trying to hold her distain back.

'Don't piss him off more, he might take his anger out on Denmark or Norway.' She thought in fear as Germany pulled Italy off of her.

"Stop hugging people at random!" Germany yelled in embarrassment. (Y/n) looked at the duo, trying to think of a way to calm the German down.

"It's alright, Mr. Germany he didn't mean no harm. But, how about we go and eat something? You all loom pretty hungry." She suggested as Italy quickly nodded his head.

"I don't know-"

"I know a place that serves good beer! You might need some after working hard and keeping everyone in check." (Y/n) argued with the German as she kept her smile on. Germany's cheeks turned red a little as he let go of Italy.

"S-sure."

"Alright! Let's go then!" Italy cheered as he to (Y/n)'s hand in his.

"Hey!" The other two men protested.

"Where to, bella?"

"Th-this way." She stuttered out while a blush coated her cheeks.

[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: "Hera's Heroes"

*whispers* Is our favorite blue bastard back? Oh you betcha.

The episode title seems to be a reference to Hogan's Heroes, an old boomer-era TV show dark comedy sitcom about a P.O.W. camp in Nazi Germany.

...No listen, the charm is, I'm told, that the German officers are portrayed as bumbling idiots and the P.O.W.s basically run an entire clandestine resistance campaign right under their noses. So there are all kinds of shenanigans involved and a lot of taking the piss out of the Axis Powers and honestly some of it seems right in line with what kind of mischief the Rebels have been known to get into so the shoutout makes sense to me.

Anyway.

Cham and Numa return!

"The Empire is getting better at anticipating our moves!" Ha ha yeah he... he has a tendency to do that. It's a little scary sometimes.

Now taking bets on whether or not Thrawn showing up on Ryloth was premeditated in order to draw the Spectres out.

"My daughter is always serious." Lol, love how this joke comes back later.

This music cue is great, I love it. Lot of rapid build-up to the serious horn variation of "Shenanigans".

"You didn't think this through did you?" LOL love that awkward little noise the Scout Trooper makes, he's just like, "Oh..."

Zeb being a perfect big brother asking Ezra if he has the Scout Trooper set yet and knocking out the trooper awww.

Hugs! Lovely to see that Cham and Hera have repaired their relationship.

Yeeeeeeah I don't think it was Slavin that you underestimated, Cham. I think it's pretty heavily suggested it was actually Thrawn who ousted y'all from the house there.

Hera is a bit reluctant to include everyone in what's arguably a very personal and selfish mission but they're all for it, so into the fray we go.

I think I may have had a little mourning moment the first time I watched this, upon the realization that Ezra doesn't fit in his cadet uniform anymore.

Zeb nudging Kanan in the arm to let him know it's time to charge out. <333 And Sabine grabbing his wrist and keeping hold of it until they're both on the blurrg. See, little touches like this are great, just a nice subtle way of showing Kanan's blindness without calling direct attention to it.

Some really nice Hera and Ezra interaction this episode, I really liked that, they don't get to be on missions together much so this is refreshing.

Do we know if this is a reused asset from TCW? Looks almost too nice to be one lol.

:((((((

Droids can have PTSD apparently, Chopper is unusually sad about this crashed Y-wing, grieving his former pilot maybe?

*strains ears* This soft music-box like cue almost sounds like Leia's theme. It's too short and buried under the dialogue for me to tell and even Clone Gunner Commander Jedi doesn't have it extracted.

HHFHFHFFFFFHH FRICK.

The man can jumpscare me just walking into a room, gah.

"The Rebel activity is far from here." As Ezra and Hera are literally sneaking past them lol told you the reference to Hogan's Heroes was deliberate.

Oooh the harp in this cue, nice!

Chopper's finally over his drama in order to assist.

We return to Hera and co. after a brief setpiece back in the canyon and Chopper readily plays "malfunctioning droid" again for a distraction.

Hera smoothly slipping back into her Ryloth accent to try and deflect suspicion. <3

Ezra trying to at least stay next to her even if he can't break cover.

Thrawn already totally knows it's Hera.

Ohhhhh boy it's time for creepy Cultural Appropriation!Thrawn, with him analyzing the details of his opponents' culture and traditions in order to find ways to hurt and oppress them more effectively for the Empire.

Since he studied up on Twi'lek culture he knows what a kalikori is, and its significance. Therefore he knew immediately that someone trying to smuggle one out of the compound would have to have some kind of personal emotional connection to it. This kalikori was found in Cham Syndulla's office, ergo, family of Cham Syndulla. Ergo, obviously, Hera Syndulla, noted Rebel insurgent.

See I kind of like this method of showing Thrawn's "strategic art analysis", which was practically magic bullshit in the original Heir To The Empire trilogy. Thrawn comes across as brilliant but not OP here, instead.

By the way, "Thrawn's Web" is the perfect musical leitmotif for him. Creepy plinky music box notes giving way to slowly building cathedral organs, ominous and refined.

I almost feel like I need to take a shower after this exchange it's so freaking creepy. Thrawn almost exotifies Hera here, breathlessly gushing and envious about how she was "forged" by war, while he merely studies it from the outside.

Making Hera the primary rival/foil to Thrawn was a really inspired decision for Rebels, contrasting her passion to his apathy, her warmth to his cold sterility. The villainous respect he has for her makes their interactions cordial with a hostile edge.

Plus, with all his focus on Hera, identifying her as the primary threat, he completely misses all the Force Bullshit that Kanan and Ezra are capable of throwing at him lol.

After all, he repeats the idea, "To defeat an enemy you must know them." and as he later confesses to Ezra in the finale he doesn't know the Force.

(It's almost impossible for him to know, Palpatine has spent so much effort destroying and hoarding other Force disciplines. Way to screw yourself Palps.)

Worried spacemom when Thrawn stuns Ezra. <33333

:((((

Thrawn's picky insistence on using the "correct" pronunciation of Hera's name is also creepy.

Thrawn: "Really too bad you're probably gonna be executed immediately. Anyway I'm taking your family heirloom for my art collection, definitely not as some kind of sick trophy of my besting you noooooo not at all." Hera: "Kriff you, bastard!"

Thanking Hera for her "hospitality" when the Empire literally invaded and occupied her house, he's such an asshole. It's great. I love him.

Ngl, not gonna lie, really dig Feral!Thrawn. I have a thing about seeing normally calm, stoic characters just completely lose their shit and go berserk. ('s'why I took Thrawn through a slow Villainous Breakdown in my "Mirrorverse" series.) Even this brief loss of control is just *mwah*.

"What'd I miss?" He's so cute.

"And my daughter is not important?!" Awww, see, character growth!

Love this conversation, Ezra reassuring Hera that he doesn't regret coming along to support her on this.

Chopper running full tilt into Ezra lol.

Hera gave the murderbot permission to find and plant explosives, uh-oh, ha ha.

Caps that could easily be watercolor paintings number 337.

Slavin seems very confident and snooty. Something that becomes a pattern on the show is that Thrawn will let more incompetent underlings fail so he can learn more about the Rebels, will set them up to fail sometimes.

Also something I noticed before but this little moment reminded me, the Stormtroopers tend to be pretty rough with Ezra, they're always shoving at him or manhandling him for absolutely no reason, they're just petty.

Chopper laughing maniacally as he plants the detonators. <3

"You were serious?!" You're the one who said she was always serious my dude, lol.

Impressive move from Kanan, redirecting that rocket at the AT-DP.

You know I think maybe Thrawn likes the cat and mouse thrill, obviously he sacrifices smaller victories for eventual much larger ones but I also think he's just really into having a worthy opponent.

Preeeeeettyyyyyyyyyy.

Hera talking about how her mother's memory is kept alive via the love that Hera's Found Family shares, while Zeb is giving Ezra noogies in the background aaaaah I love it.

I think I remember wanting this episode to have been a little longer??? Not quite sure why I thought that now, maybe I just really wanted more of it at the time.

Thrawn gets his first personal up-close encounter with the Spectres and even if he's hands off about actually closing the trap on them this episode we can tell he's got major plans coming, and is factoring what he learned about Hera specifically into them for later. This did annoy certain fanbros who forgot that this was Thrawn's whole thing and decided it was Plot Armor because kids show but frankly I ignore those types of people and my fandom experience is better for it.

As I already said, love the Hera-Ezra interaction, love the music, this episode is honestly a bit laid-back and unassuming compared to the tense premiere and dramatic previous episodes. Lulls you into a false sense of security. Just like Thrawn. XD

I'll be talking more about him later, trust me, I have Opinions™.

[andywinter16]

Some random headcanons for FFXV because I want to cry and hug my idiots, but sadly they´re fictional. So I wrote something to cheer us all!

--

- all the glaives are foreigners, there definitively were situations with mispronuciation or just simply forgetting words:

 “You know what I mean, it looks like a hat.” “What? What thing like hat.”  “ You can used it for cooking! And I don´t mean a pot. “Oo, you mean that thing with holes?”  “Did .. did you guys meant colander?”

- Tredd is oficially banned as babysitter for Axis´s children (because teaching them how to blow up whole city ain´t good idea, Tredd)

- Luche, Sonitus, Pelna and Crowe are the type that when they drinks a hot bewerage are absolutely melting the cold inside them

-there is a tradition that before mission whoever slaps Nyx´s butt will have luck and won´t die on the deploytment. (That was proven correct many times ) Nyx was unaware of this till recently ...

- Crowe is avid tea drinker (loves green tea with lemon), absolutely hates plain black coffee with sugar

- Libertus is great at winning prizes at amusement park. Always wins so much that he gaves it away to children

- Luche never swears ... ALMOST never swears. He breaks this belief when his idiots do something EXTREMELY reckless. (or when someone was being asshole to glaives) Well, then he´s got some very colourful words for them

- Titus owns a small cabin near lake. It´s beautiful here and so calm. When he´s got a time, Titus packs his bag and take his doggie there.

- glaives have got into lot of drunken shennaningas ... like having a race with those mobility scooters 

- Axis once burned water for coffee. In his defense, he didn´t sleep for like 48 hours cuz his children were ill and couldn´t sleep

- Tredd hates needles! And it doesn´t matter if it´s at doctor or tattoo artist, Tredd is scared!

- If you get ill, Pelna is the one who will take care for you. (cooking you food, buying groceris, cleaning,..) And no, he doesn´t give a damn If he gets ill himself in the process. 

- Sonitus has great fashion sense. That man knows how to dress to impress. (More than once was invited as fashion guru to help pick outfit for their date)

- When Luche kiss someone he cradles their face in his hands to prolong it. The closeness and intimacy makes his heart melt

- Pelna sometimes likes to spent his time alone (to charge his energy). He usually spents somewhere out of city (some nice hike) or at home where he tinkers with computers. Also likes to play videogames, these days he enjoyed Animal Crossing.

- Nyx is playful boy and loves to make people smile. He absolutely hates when those close to him feel miserable. Whatever it takes, Nyx will make it better.

- I believe I said that before but Titus loves watching soap operas. (Rosalia, Esmerald,..) And reads absolutely sugary romances that would cause cavities. Don´t judge him, he loves good sappy ends!

- Libertus is actually big softie, If you get past his mean and guarded demeanor.  Gives the best hugs and cuddles!

[tostoa]

👁️💢🍰💐🌌🎭🍼👖❤️ FOR ANY OF THEM WAJHGFDFG

AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH AXIS <33 This one’s long so it’s going under the cut but I had sm fun with these I really hope you like them :)) (and the other one I did a few days ago!)

👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical...)? [Mirou]

Mirou’s eyes are a very vibrant green, I imagine they’re fairly noticeable to people 👍 I imagine she always has her eyes like half closed but that’s because she has eyesight problems

(I love just making stuff up on the top of my head that I’ve just never mentioned before and makes no sense)

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to? [Dalrill]

Sorry guys I am a stupid cardassian tail truther (I have never drawn Dalrill with a tail but be aware that I believe in it) though I imagine Dalrills tail is a little weird and has like a lizard/lion tail mix don’t know how to describe it to you lmao.

But I imagine whenever she’s particularly upset or pissed off her tail just whips things around her, it’s just sort of a reaction she has like a facial expression lmao.

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes? [guy]

I think Guy probably eats plain vanilla cake with no frosting, but the cake would have like powdered sugar on it and that’s it.

People have seen him eating cake and gone oh why are you eating plain bread? And he’s like wdym? this is my birthday cake?

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite? [bel]

Okay so I don’t know too much about all of the meanings, but I’m going off of nice looking flowers that I think bel would enjoy or just fits him. So 👍👍

Here’s my list: Daisies, Blue hydrangeas, Dahlias and then white wisteria.

Think all of that would look cute together :))

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them? [frelvar]

I don’t think there was any particular inspiration in my head, besides like how Ferengis and Vulcans are like some of my favourite Star Trek species. Frelvar was similar to maybe Dr reyga in my head, but like that was mostly just for the fact that he was half ferengi and his main focus wasn’t profit.

The first thing I decided about frelvar, was how his parents would be more than him. I imagined how they’d view him joining starfleet first before anything else.

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?  [Minye] 

I think in public and In her bar she tries to give off this air of like exciting person with confusing advice you can come gossip to, but with closer friends and immediate family I imagine she’s a lot more soft spoken and calmer.

like you’d imagine hanging out with her by yourselves would be more like I don’t know going out to clubs (which probably happens on occasion, it’s not like she’d turn it down) but she honestly just enjoys like sitting in the same room as someone.

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children? [Jagre]

Jagre loves kids man, he’s a great babysitter. We’ve already talked about how he’s going to have like a one week kid, and I think that after that point whenever has to take care of someone else’s kid he sort of remembers his own and like feels a little sad.

👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit? [Libitina]

Well the main outfit would probably be her uniform lol. But actually for like her casual wear I like imagine either like colourful dresses/skirts or like overly patterned jumpsuits.

Mostly because I think she would look really amazing in both of those.

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)? [Frelvar]

It’s definitely touch but like not hugging them or like cuddling. It’s like poking them in the face a bunch or like tapping their fingers against somebody else’s. Just repetitive touches for people he likes <33

[lakesbian]

#tattletale can't be fixed by the train for the same reason psychologists don't work on her#brian would not be capable of learning the lesson of 'you are a child and not a 45yo man'#taylor would do things wrong but would eventually be fixed because she really just needs friends and some self confidence#alec and aisha feel right but I don't have enough analysis in me to explain#amy (worm) would mirror taylor on the x axis (does things as intended - can be fixed) since she also really just needs a friend

you see my vision. the train can address absolutely nothing wrong with tattletale and would in fact just result in her metagaming it for idle entertainment while increasingly Getting Worse. brian would be having anxiety attacks over being stuck on the train when he's supposed to be helping aisha in real life and it would only further his problems. taylor would probably overthrow the conductor because her ass just Can't Not Meddle when she's confronted with a system she thinks sucks but all she needs is a non-shit social life and some regained trust + care in & for herself so it could fix her. amy could also 100% be fixed, she literally just needs an escape from the [teenage mutant ninja turtles voice] dallon-pelham torment nexus and some fucking friends so she can learn she's not actually the freak of the earth. she needs a little denizen friend to give her a hug. alec is so emotionally repressed that the train would have minimal impact on him--wandering around solving puzzles & talking to silly little creatures might be nice for him in the "no-pressure social interactions with no baggage wrt prior perceptions of him" department, but it's not going to magically help him realize that he was severely abused in all possible directions and has been fervently repressing every emotion he's had in the last 5 years to avoid a total psychological breakdown. like you know he's not opening up about that shit to a random denizen. the train might actually make him Worse long-term because of the stressors of being isolated from the real world for so long. aisha would similarly become worse--her issue is that she's either ignored or perceived inaccurately/voyeuristically by Basically Everyone In Society + reacts by being intentionally grating/unpalatable to avoid vulnerability to it, to bite back, and to seek Any attention, however negative. putting her in Silly Puzzles Land outside society would not solve an issue about her larger relationship to society--like alec, she needs actual human interaction to work through that shit. i'm not super confident about the placement because i don't have a phd in aisha but that's what i think.

as for the y axis placements:

taylor: would do aforementioned compulsive meddling in shit system

alec: does whatever's easiest, which is usually solving the cars in the correct way, but he'll take an opportunity to cheat if he sees one. (& an opportunity to piss a car's denizens off if he feels constrained or hassled by them.)

aisha: getting silly with it. often annoying or disruptive but not actively harmful.

lisa: solves the cars instantly and as intended but is not immune to amusing herself by reading all of the denizens and saying some shit that will change the course of their lives forever

brian: largely does the cars as intended but will brute force them if it's possible and he gets frustrated enough

running interstitial infinity has broken my brain to the point where i look at the characters in any piece of media i’m consuming and immediately start trying to figure out if the infinity train could fix them or not. i made this handy chart so that you can do the same

editor's note: "on some apex shit" doesn't necessarily mean actively doing murder, it just means being generally destructive and belligerent and not doing train cars as designed

[prettyboykatsuki]

not to be incredible angsty. but i think like, on a fundamental level, everything yuuji teaches you about love will change you. 

and like... it’s a lot of things. i think it’s just the experience of loss, and of grief, and of hope and of trial. yuuji is many things but most of all - i just think yuuji wants you to be so happy. even if everything is settled, and fixed, and he lives, is there any man on earth who can recover from having a monster inside of him? who can’t count so much loss on his fingers and live? 

but i think he tries too. and you meet, on circumstance - maybe on a bridge somewhere in shibuya or under streetlights in kyoto. when was the last time yuuji love someone new, he must wonder. it’s been a long time. you’re nice. you chat. and you stick in yuuji’s head for some reason. he’s probably never bitter about love, not once. but he’s surprised about how his heart still blooms, beats, widens like a flower to soak up rain for you. 

everything yuuji teaches you about love is incidental. the axis of your whole world, tilts on it’s side. he’s lived so many lives now, but he would like to live yours. so he does. cradles it, carefully. shows up to your work place with flowers, and holds your hand and isn’t afraid of you’ll react. rejection makes him nervous, after all this time. but he wants nothing more than peace. he’s still afraid of regret, like a show. a wicked curse. 

you tell him he’s a good man. and before he would smile, grin wide - but he just squeezes your palm like your words are a blessing. sometimes there is so much longing in yuujis eyes you feel like your suffocating. the world is bleak but you are not. and he loves you, in such a way, you don’t remember who were before him. 

he tells you he loves when you’re ready. he was ready before you. he still has the urge to hold onto things that bring him joy - maybe somethings don’t change after all. he loves you so much and so terribly and so warmly. there’s nothing cold or damp to him but he knows deep down there was a time he might’ve been able to love you with more heat behind his hugs, more warmth. 

but he persists. and he loves you in ways you didn’t think love could exist. not just a walk home, but a new plant on your window sill and teaching you to throw darts. he is trying to live a life with no regret, even now. you find it inspiring. he’s just happy to be by your side. 

[pandoras-princess]

Ronnie’s World (Ronnie Kray x fem!reader)

*gif not mine//credit to the owner

A/N: Hello my lovelies! 🌸🌸 I hope you are all well. I’m not too sure where this came from, but I’m very happy it’s here. My first time writing a proper one shot for Ronnie, it was inspired by the drabble I posted a while ago 😊 obviously an AU world where Ronnie isn’t solely interested in men and in terms of that if any phrases I’ve used in relation to Ronnie cause any offence please let me know and I will be more than happy to find an alternative that works, but I don’t know anything if you guys don’t let me know, so please always feel comfortable enough to just drop me a message 😊😊 the last thing I want to do is upset anyone. So with that said, I give you this one shot, maybe a part two if you want it?? Idk status pending on that one 🧐 Happy Reading People’s! 🥳🥳 as ever I appreciate every like, comment, reblog and follow so thank you so much for the love shown already on this blog 🥰🥰 feedback is always welcome 😌

Summary: In Ronnie’s harsh world there’s no time for love and feelings and all that nonsense. No, Ronald Kray was a heartless man, interested only in chasing the infinite highs of life. That is, until he meets you...

Pairing: Ronnie Kray x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing (it is a kray one shot after all)

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Ronnie Kray’s world was a unique one, to say the least. Draped in sex, drugs and all things gangster, it was hardly what one would call normal.

But the world worked for Ron, and Ron worked for his world.

The moment he saw you, that world tilted on it’s axis. The movement was so slight it could’ve gone unnoticed. The insatiable desire to claim you as his own, however, was not so easily ignored.

It was a drizzly Friday night and the club was at it’s peak. Packed from wall to wall with happy go lucky couples, the live entertainment was going down a storm.

Ron was enjoying a whiskey, puffing away on his signature cigar when he noticed a sodden young woman enter the club. Drenched ringlets clung to your face and your chubby cheeks were as red as your velvet coat, but he couldn’t drag his gaze away. He’d certainly never seen you in the club before, and as he wracked his brain, he couldn’t say he’d ever seen you in the surrounding area either.

You push through the crowded bar to lean over and whisper something in the bartender’s ear, who then calls Reggie over and introduces you. A growl rumbles through Ron’s chest as Reggie embraces you in a hug and leaves a kiss on the back of your hand.

It was no secret that Ronnie was of a different persuasion to his brother, so he couldn’t fathom where these feelings were coming from. He couldn’t fathom why it made his skin crawl and teeth itch to watch Reggie flirt with you. He’d never been this attracted to anyone, much less a woman. But as his eyes drink you in, you’re the only person left in the world he has any interest in.

The hand creeping up his thigh brings him crashing back into reality and he roughly pushes it away. “I am not interested.”

“C’mon Ron, you’re always interested” Teddy purrs.

“Not anymore.” Standing up, he makes his way over to the spot you were occupying at the bar.

“Hello there.”

“Alright Ron” Reggie nods towards his brother, a smirk plastered across his face at the apparent infatuation written all over Ronnie’s. “This is the new singer, she’s on in a bit.”

You whip around, spraying his face with fine droplets of water in the process. “Hi, nice to meet you.”

“Er right, nice to meet you. Are you from around here?” Ron sips his whiskey, his posture awkward and stiff as he shoves his free hand in his pocket. It’d been a long time since he’d had to impress anyone. And never anyone as beautiful as you.

“No but close, Hackney actually.”

“Mm very close indeed.”

An awkward silence sweeps through the air and you smile politely at him, unsure of what to say next.

“Well, break a leg.”

He raises his glass to you before stalking back to the table, grumbling to himself along the way.

‘You’re a fucking idiot Ronald a fucking idiot! Should’ve asked the pretty lady out when you had a chance, probably thinks you’re a fucking weirdo now...’

Half an hour later you were up on stage. You’d traded your damp coat for a red gown that hugged your body in ways he could only envy, and the room falls silent as you begin to sing.

“Tell me that it’s true, tell me you agree... I was meant for you, you were meant for me...

Dearly beloved, how clearly I see... somewhere in heaven you were fashioned for me...”

By the time you’d finished, Ron was in complete awe. If he thought your beauty was breathtaking, the voice that came from you knocked the remaining air right out of his lungs.

This time he made his way over to you smiling and relaxed, back to his usual cocky self. Hearing you sing had given him the confidence he so desperately needed and nothing, absolutely nothing could stand in his way of getting you.

“Like my very own angel! Here have a drink.” He hands you a fresh glass of champagne as his eyes rake over your body.

You were a good few inches shorter than him despite your heels, and as you smile up at him through your lashes, Ron’s heart stops beating. Just for a second.

“Thank you.”

After a few more glasses and many more compliments, you agree to let him take you out to dinner.

The rest, they say, is history.

6 months later you and Ron are leaving the church hand in hand as your closest friends and family shower you in rose petals. You weren’t quite sure how you had found your soulmate buried within the psychotic gangster, but you didn’t need to know. All you needed to know was that he loved you more than life itself, and the feeling was very much mutual.

6 months after that you and Ron are driving round to Vi’s for your weekly visit. You had finally managed to grab Ronnie by the ear and drag him with you and the man had complained nonstop since.

“What am I meant to talk about anyway?” He grumbles, glancing out of the window as he drives at a snails pace down the cobbled roads.

“She’s your mother you should know what to talk about.”

“See that don’t answer my question now does it?” He turns to you, and the innocent look of despair almost makes you giggle.

“Normal things, you talk about normal things Ron.” You plant a quick kiss on his lips and he begins to list all of the normal things he can think of.

“The weather...”

“That’s always a good’un.”

“Er, the future weather. They’ve got all those predictions now don’t they?”

“How about you start with how you’ve been?”

“Because you said normal things love, and I am not normal.”

As he pulls to a stop outside of Vi’s, he’d come up with 6 topics of conversation appropriate for the visit. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see his mother, he always wanted to see his mum. It was just that over the last 6 months Ron had become so accustomed to your way of translating the ‘normal’ things he found so hard to understand, that he didn’t actually know how to speak with other respectable adults. He dealt solely with you, Reggie and gangster’s, and only one of those relationships required him to be sane about things. So spending an afternoon on his best behaviour, participating in common conversation with a woman he most certainly could not disrespect, was fucking terrifying.

Your reassuring squeeze of his hand calms his nerves, and he tries to relax. It was his mother and his wife after all, what could go wrong?

“Y/N, Ronnie, what a nice surprise! Come in, come in!” The small woman pulls you both into a hug before ushering you inside. They both take a seat at the breakfast table as you set about making the tea.

“Lovely cup of tea, darling.”

A smug smile tugs at your lips as you drink the compliment in. A good cup of tea was the ultimate seal of approval when it came to Violet Kray.

“Thank you, mum.”

After a few minutes of tea sipping and mundane chit chat, Ronnie had reached his limit. Excusing himself from the table he disappears upstairs to join Reggie.

Once he was out of earshot, Violet turns to you. “So, when were you going to tell me?”

“Tell you what?”

“That I’m going to be a grandmother!” She sings, clasping her hands around yours.

“I’m sorry I don’t follow.”

“I know the look of a pregnant woman when I see one love, you’ve got the glow. I’d say around 8 weeks.”

Time grinds to a halt as you count back the dates in your head, realising you were indeed a month late. Your boobs constantly ached and within the past few days there were few foods lucky enough to remain in your stomach, but you didn’t think too much of it at the time. Just a bug, you thought.

With all the newlywed bliss you’d not noticed the missing period, something you were now cursing yourself for. A wave of nausea washes over you as the image of Ron’s face twisted in anger flashes across your mind. Dashing to the loo, your lunch comes back up as quickly as it had gone down.

Sagging against the wall, you will your racing heart to steady itself. How you’d been so careless you’d never know. Ron would be furious. A baby hardly fit into his gangster world plans.

Knock. Knock.

“Y/N are you okay?”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Y/N...?” Ron’s worried voice replaces Violet’s but you still couldn’t bring yourself to answer.

“Y/N, open the door...” His tone changes and if you knew your husband, you had about 30 seconds to open it before he opened it for you.

Dragging yourself to your feet you do as he says, and one look at your face tells him something isn’t right.

“Y/N what’s wrong? What’s happened?”

“We’re having a baby.”

Before you know it his strong arms are around your waist spinning you in the air, a smug grin plastered on his face.

“You’re pregnant?”

“I am.” You watch the smile spread to his eyes, both twinkling with excitement, as you nod your head.

“Oi Reg, guess what?”

“What?” Reggie’s head pops over the banister.

“We’re having a baby! She’s pregnant!”

“That’s great news Ron! Great news. About time n’all.” He makes his way downstairs with the rest of the gang in tow, and Violet barely gives him the time to hug you both before thrusting a glass of champagne in his hand to celebrate.

Soon time comes for you to leave and tears threaten to spill over as Violet congratulates you again, Ronnie fighting to prise you from her grip before bundling you into the car. The stress of panicking and excitement over the news was far too much for your unstable hormones to bear and you spend the whole journey home blubbering into Ron’s suit jacket as he tries his best not to laugh.

You were adorable, and he couldn’t wait until there was a mini you running about the place.

Unfortunately pregnancy was not kind to you, most of it spent in and out of the hospital. This only served to elevate Ronnie’s worry to levels he’d not thought possible and by the time your baby girl had arrived, his protection was a force to be reckoned with. 

The tiny bundle of joy was everything he’d dreamt she’d be, born with a full head of ginger curls and eyes the colour of storms at sea. Ronnie swore if you stared into them long enough, you’d see the cloudy skies swirling around her inky irises.

She was nothing short of perfect, and Ronnie couldn’t imagine loving anything more than he loved her. Apart from you, of course. 

You stand in her hand painted nursery, cradling your daughter to your chest as she gently suckles away. 

“From this valley they say you are going... we will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile...” 

Ronnie follows the voice he’d fallen so hopelessly in love with - the voice that had calmed his sufferings countless nights before - and stands quietly in the doorway so he can enjoy the private performance. 

“For you take with you all of the sunshine... that has brightened our pathway for a while... 

Then come sit by my side if you love me... do not hasten to bid me adieu...

Just remember the red, river valley and the cowboy who has loved you so true...”

He moves behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and drawing the pair of you into his chest. Luna gurgles in satisfaction and her big blue eyes find her father’s as her little eyelids start to droop. Ronnie rocks you both from side to side, stopping only to plant a kiss on your temple and within seconds she’s sound asleep in your arms. You place her in her cot before turning around to face him.

“Hey” you whisper, careful not to wake the sleeping newborn.

“Hey.”

“We should probably get out of here.”

“Yes we probably should” he chuckles, leading you out of the nursery.

You collapse onto your bed, arms high above your head as a long sigh escapes you.

“Your daughter is so exhausting!”

“My daughter yeah?”

“Yes, when she’s loud and grizzly and hungrier than a cattle farmer, she’s your daughter. When she’s cute and smiley and adorable, she’s my daughter, okay?”

“Alright then whatever you say yeah.” Ronnie holds his hands up in surrender, not daring to argue with his exhausted wife.

You feel the bed dip beside you as his large hand rests on your thigh. “How about we get some sleep love, how about that?”

You grin sleepily, tired eyes peering up at him. “Sounds perfect.”

You quickly undress and climb into bed, your heavy limbs sinking into the soft mattress as you snuggle into Ron’s side. Within seconds your breathing slows, and the rise and fall of your chest evens out as you fall into a deep slumber.

‘Like mother, like daughter’ he thinks to himself as he focuses on the steady beating of your heart against his own, your warm breath fanning his bare chest. He soon falls into his own dreamland utopia.

Yes, meeting you had spun his world entirely on it’s head. Emotionless sex was replaced with raging passion and marriage vows, drugs were replaced with cups of tea and breastmilk. Gangster’s were replaced with... well, there’s only so much you can change about a Kray.

But, Ron had to admit, this world worked for him too.

[grivessillus]

Poppy Playtime Part 2 Theories!

So Part 2 came out!

Yayyyyy!!!!!!!

It's awesome!

I want to play it.

Theory Time!

A Focus On Europeans In USA

So I noticed something.

There's a lot of Europeans in the USA in it. Germans, Germanic, specifically.

Eliott Ludwig is German. Stella Greyber is German. Lathe Pierre may be French. Eddie Ritterhausen is German.

There's a lot of very German or Germanic names in it. European.

It seems too specific to be a accident.

So. Maybe that's important.

The tape says Elliot Ludwig was married, then divorced. Came to USA. And he had a tragedy in 19..

Maybe he lost his family in WWII? Lost some one\s then.

His company dates to the 1950s. At least. There is a poster for a toy from 1952. He might have been running the company from the 1940s.

It's unlikely. But maybe he came over in Operation Paperclip. The thing were the USA vied to claim the best of the best from the Axis forces.

They bought the clever, but not Nazis, etc, over to the USA.

Operation Paperclip is pushing it. But maybe he was a toymaker who took the chance to leave post war Germany and go to the USA.

Stella Greyber is obviously a immigrant.

Maybe he hired immigrants? Preferred his fellow Europeans.

If a English person can get fed up of Americans on CoD, etc, multiplayer and prefer Europeans. You can absolutely do that in life.

There's also a Irish man there. Marcus, played by Jack Septiceye. In 1991.

There a American too, in 1991. Eli Roth plays him. Eli Roth! That is awesome!

He might have been taking advantage of the influx of people immigrating to the USA, in the post WWII era, to have a guaranteed workforce.

Hopefully not abusing them by making the wages lower than normal.

It may also have been he preferred Europeans. Wanted to help his fellows.

Hopefully he was being nice or neutral and paid them well.

Maybe there's a place\s in Europe were there's lots of Poppies.

Most Of The Toys Are Not Bad

The toys are not bad. A toy wouldn't be bad. Generally.

They were driven insane or to rage. But you would not make a bad toy.

They're programmed to do stuff. But it doesn't make them bad.

Huggy Wuggy is Security. He's doing what he was supposed to.

Kissy Missy is nice and helped the children. She looks so sad and worried about you.

Mommy Long Legs was not bad at all.

She's angry at employees. But fiercely protective of the experiments.

They 'conditioned' her to take care of the children in the Game Station. And she loved children. And Employees had to stay 20ft from her.

She must have snapped at some point. After it shut down. Or before.

Being protective and loving is a good thing. And she had reasons to hate the company. Maybe they turned a good toy insane.

Bunzo Bunny was made to test children. And eat the ones who failed, apparently. Though Makayla survived two tests in each one. So maybe he didn't eat them all. Maybe he started eating people later. He might have clanged symbols near them before.

But he isn't bad.

PJ Puglipiller isn't bad either.

Maybe he chased the children but didn't eat them.

He started eating people later.

The Huggy Wuggys were on strings to stop them getting to the children. Maybe they were hungry and angry. Maybe made to attack and used in the test. Perhaps the being hit by Grab Packs made them angry at all who played.

The point is. You can't blame a toy for being programmed to do stuff. And some are and were clearly were not bad at all. Mommy Long Legs was a angry but protective spider before.

Kissy Missy looks nice. She might have spent the entire time hugging and kissing them.

It's so sad that they were used and treated the way they were. I hope you can save them.

Poppy

So Poppy is in it! Yay!

She is very cute.

She doesn't seem evil. Even with the end.

She's been trapped in a bad place and got angry. She wants revenge.

Stella Greyber Is Poppy

Stella Greyber might be Poppy.

She was used in a successful experiment and kept her will.

She also might be the doll who has the voice box pulled out in the Maintenance Tape.

Stella is German or Dutch, etc. Maybe her real accent came through and they changed it to a default American.

There might be many different Poppy's.

Only Some Toys Were Technomagic

They can't have made all their toys from people. They would get found out quick.

They have blood and fluids. One bad hit and a child's holding a bloody toy up to a horrified parent.

Most were normal and the special ones were in the factory, base.

There's normal toys in the factory.

They used the toys as bases for their experiments.

That's All For Now!

Stay tuned for part 2!

[seabreeze2022]

Bahama Cruise 2022, Part 13, April 8, Sand Castle, Little Bay, Jacks Bay Cove.

Walking by Lorraine’s Restaurant on the way back to the dinghy. Lorraine’s mom lives in the small house behind the restaurant. Ms. Rolle is known on the island as the “bread lady”. You have to get there early for the fresh bread which cost $8.

We started the day with fresh cinnamon raisin bread from Ms. Rolle.

Here we end the day with a drink at Lorraine’s. Lorraine’s is a cruisers hangout. “Killer” is the bartender who specializes in his famous rum drinks, he invents. He keeps an entire whiteboard with the names and ingredients.

Conversation at the laundromat today was the sever weather coming in tomorrow, with high winds blowing from the North West. So we fled the harbor early the next day. It was totally exposed to NW winds.

We hugged the coast to the south and anchored close by the “sand castle”, in Little Bay. So the anchorage filled up shortly as this was the best protection from the impending winds. Note the sailboat grounded on the beach in front of the castle. Unfortunately it has been there for years. Probably there for many more years.

Nancy on the local swing looking over the anchorage. From here we crossed over the island to the far shore.

The trail and small beach on the sound side.

Carl Allan and his boats show up to escape the storm. First was “Axis” a Damen Support boat for his toys. Which includes his personal deep diving submarine, jet skies, flats skiffs, etc. Then “Gigi” a Westport 164. “Gigi” is named for his wife. Smart man!

After awhile a very nice sportfish pulled up in front of us in protected water. They were transferring some people to the “tender”. While they were distracted and drifting downwind. They were about to hit our bow. But the Captain realized it before I had to blow the air horn. Turns out “Frigate” is part of Carl’s fleet. So he could have paid for the damages.

Carl has a great reputation and has helped the Bahamas out a lot after Hurricane Dorian. He is so well liked by the Bahamian government that a Bahamian gun ship is usually found nearby. In the morning, we watched the tender drop off some goodies to the crew of Bahamas Defense Force boat.

The squall line came in before dark. We danced around on deck soaping up and washing down. First shower in three weeks, since Bimini. How nice, even if it was cold rain.

We had a comfortable night on the hook. No worries of dragging. Sunrise the next day dawned clear and calm.

Winds would be light and the anchorage was too crowed for us, so we headed south down Great Guana. This mega yacht was nestled into the rocks with lines to shore and a couple of anchors off the bow. Pretty cool!

We found a nice sand beach at Jacks Bay Cove. Some cruisers leaving the Bahamas said this was their favorite beach. I would have to agree with them.

Nancy can’t pass up a swing, so here she is….swinging back and forth. We took the cruisers trail to the sound side. Scrub brush is about hip high with a well used easily followed sand trail.

Nancy had to play mountain goat and climb the hill.

Back on the bank side we explored the beach from one end to the other. On the north end is a great little cave to bury treasure in.

After a quick dinghy run exploring the shore lines with its undercut rocks we returned to the boat.

This ends the day,

S/V Sea Breeze, Jacks Bay Cove, Great Guana Cay, Exuma.

[cottoncandyjester]

Yandere ocs

So I figured I should show them off..and make stories for them cause this idea won't escape my mind no matter what. Please be gentle on them

All artwork is made on picrew I don't own any of it

As far as they go I'm accepting request, questions for the characters to answer and just questions about them and if you just wanna talk to them you can via ask

Warning: contains both sfw and nsfw headcanons..also these boys are yanderes so they are kinda toxic

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Theodore,21

Gentle giant

I'm not kidding he's 6'3"

Half japanese half american

Is a college student studying to be a doctor

Just the sweetest sweetheart

He comes across as ditzy though

He is the mom of any friend group

Will spoil his darling with affection and love

Best hubby vibes for sure

Works himself to death to provide for you both

Will give you all the headpats

"you're so sweet, a perfect angel"

Got his scar from his childhood

Loves sweets

Likes to make you lunch shaped as animals

Wholesome boy

Will never hurt you

Can be strict about self care

But completely forgets about his own self-care

Works so hard to please you

Makes sure you are never sad or anything

As far as his yandere side

He isn't the type to get violent but is definitely the emotional manipulation type

Will make his darling seem absolutely insane

"sweetie, you shouldn't leave be logical here"

He will make his darling question their own decision making

In his eyes you are too fragile for the outside world

Listen to him, he is only trying to protect you

Doesn't like it when you fight him

Prefers a sweet darling but if you are a hothead he'll love you just as much...though your fighting and struggling will be a challenge

Will drug you if that's what it takes to keep you calm

"Just listen to me, okay? Why would you ever need to think or make your own choices when you have me?"

Definitely has a low sex drive more of a cuddler

But when he wants it he's such a gentleman about it

Will seduce you with a nice meal first before asking to make love

He will never force you to though cause he knows what that feels like

Can spend hours kissing you

Definitely has a kink for purity

If you act super innocent he just can't help but pull you into his lap and love up on you

Doesn't do any feral sex unless you've pushed him past his breaking point.

Is a switch so if you want to top him he'll allow it but he is far more comfortable being the dom

Hikaru, 21

Young and famous model

Full japanese

Comes from a family full of actors

Flamboyant as hell will actually crossdress if he wants to cause fuck gender roles

Monster Dick energy

He comes across as loud and hyper

Seems super sweet and bubbly

Loves to dress up his darling in cute clothes and spoil them when they are well behaved

"look at my adorable baby! Oh you're such a cutie!"

Is a strawberry milk boba drinker(*cough* like me *cough*)

Will take you on shopping dates if you are good

Is the type to flaunt his credit cards

Is actually a degrading king

He isn't the nicest yandere

Will kill an entire army if he has to

Will degrade the absolute hell out of his darling to break your self esteem and self worth

"baby, who else will want you? Honestly darling do you think anyone else actually cares about someone as worthless as you?"

Kinky as fuck

Has a bad temper

Don't piss him off or he will hurt you

"why would you ever need to leave! The only one who cares about you is me! Everyone else will just use you and throw you away!"

Is the type to try and make his darling as clingy as possible

Wants a housewife type darling no matter the gender

Wants to come home to an obedient lover ready to give him a kiss, dinner, and a BJ

Always wants to love up on you and have you in his arms

Will be grouchy if he sees you getting too confident in your looks

He fears that if you have too much self confidence you're going to leave him

"what are you wearing? It's absolutely hideous. Hmm? I bought that? Huh you must have looked cute in it then but right now you kinda look like a pig"

All in all he's a brat

If you try and dom him he will absolutely fight back and it will lead to some feral sex

Axis, 18

100% blind

full japanese

Despite not being able to see he doesn't need a cane or anything

Though he likes it when you offer to hold his hand in public

Works at home as an artist

Is really good at it and had some of his work in museums

Like spicy foods

Dumbass

Like super dumb

"hey, babe is tomato sauce a smoothie? Or maybe it's like jelly..but made out of like tomatoes"

Is basically a puppy

Can't keep his hands off you

Is always kissing and loving you

Praise giving king

Has hightened senses so he definitely remembers your smell and how you walk

Always has to be with you

Never leave

Never

He can't handle it

Is the exact opposite of hikaru

Makes it seem like he will actually die without you

"don't leave! Please! I'm helpless without you! [Y/n]! Don't leave me by myself!"

Will make you quit your job

Will make you move in with him

Acts pathetic when you even mention leaving

Hugs your leg and sobs hard

Has fake fallen many times to get you to think he truly is helpless without you

Will have a screaming tantrum if you walk out the door

Just painful screams and sobs while he claws his own face and body out of absolute insanity

Will keep doing that until you come back to him

"s-see, I'm helpless without you. I'll die without you, I need you so please..stay with me forever"

As far as sex..

He is definitely cries during it

Loves you so much that he is just sobbing while fucking you cause you feel so good and he loves you and-

Is like a dog in heat

Loves just feeling all over your body

Sex with him usually lasts many rounds and involves him humping you to death while he sobs and drools all over you

Will sub for you if you want him to

Will honestly do anything you want as long as you are touching him

Prince, 24

Horny 24/7

Full Korean but moved to Japan shortly after birth

Gained his name out of a magazine..thanks mom and dad

Works as a bartender

Usually a one night stand kind of guy but with you it's different

Loves sloppy kisses and cuddles

Bad boy

Aka he pretends to be a bad boy but is actually a softie who loves dogs and long walks on the beach

Goofy as hell

Loves to make you laugh

He isn't used to having a real relationship so be easy on him

Doesn't like restricting you and lets you do basically anything you want

Of course you belong to him though so no doing crazy things

Like to take you to work with him and gives you free drinks

Definitely has a fan girl club

The word sex escapes his mouth every three seconds

Sex with him is usually amazing

He's knows exactly what he's doing

As long as you love him it's all good

The moment you try to break up with him or distance yourself he loses it

"huh? Huh huh huh huh?! You're kidding yeah?! Stop joking around"

Gets hella paranoid and locks you in his house while pacing around not sure what to do

Will kill for you like absolutely will slaughter someone if they get too close to you

He changes so dramatically it's hard to see him as the same laid back flirty guy

He gets tense and panicked

"you can't leave okay?! Don't even try to ask!"

Will start to calm down if he sees you are accepting your fate

Thinks sex will solve his problems

"you just need to see how much of a man I am yeah?! Then you'll stay right?! Of course you will!"

Spirals out of control

You belong to him in his eyes so you can't ever leave

Clearly has abandonment issues

Will try to do whatever he can to make you happy though

Want it and he will get it

just stay with him and he will be okay

Will try and do whatever he can to make you just as obsessed with him as he is for you

Clearly doesn't have experience in loving someone

He's not used to wanting someone to stay with him so he takes drastic measures to assure you never leave

Even tries getting you pregnant or making you disabled to make you make no choice but to stay

Yuki, 21

Not picking favorites buuut-

Sleepy boy

Oddly enough is super athletic and strong..despite not working out

Half japanese half american

Responds with sounds or very few words

Forked tongue- not given to him by choice

Owns a tattoo and piercing shop

Despite this he doesn't own any tattoos

Loves to put his head on your lap or stomach

Prefers chubbier lovers but honestly will love you regardless

Will sleep the entire day without eating if you let him

Doesn't like speaking but if he has to he will

Hates any sort of loud noise, has sensitive senses

Is pretty lazy but if he has to do it he will.. though he will make random grunts and grumbles the entire time while pouting

More of a cat than a person

Quite moody

Only you're allowed to touch him

Anyone else who does he'll glare at and act cold towards

Likes to hug you from behind and lean against you no matter your height

If you're shorter than him expect him to put his chin on your head

If you are taller he's nuzzling his face in your back and taking in your smell

Can't cook to save his life

Almost burnt the house down cause he fell asleep while cooking

It's fine cause he eats microwave dinners and snacks from the convience store

Low sex drive

The king of sleepy sex

Usually all sex with him is slow,teasing and just filled with sleepy praise and compliments

Unless he's jealous or stressed then it's just rough fucking

Doesn't really act like a yandere at all.. buuut-

Honestly thought you two were dating this whole time

What do you mean you two aren't a couple

No no sweetheart you two were dating the moment he laid eyes on you

If you try to break this fantasy he will shut it down

"we're dating."

Try and say no and he will not be able to handle it

All his delusions keep him from breaking down but if you absolutely say that you two aren't dating he will snap

"stop talking, we are dating. So stop lying"

Doesn't like the thought of kidnapping but he will do it if he must

Will even work from home if he has to

He isn't really a violent type so he won't kill for you but he will absolutely spread lies and use blackmail to get what he wants

All your friends and family think that you eloped with him and never want to see them again

It's better for you both if you just play along with his games

Will definitely tattoo his name on you

He won't ever gag you cause he likes to hear your voice but if you try to scream he honestly won't know what to do

The loudness makes him tear up and he just covers your mouth with your hands begging you to stop

"It hurt. Too Loud. Please."

He just wants to love you he doesn't see what he's doing wrong

He just wants to be with you forever so be good and don't fight him

Is definitely the stalker and stealing clothes type

Will make a nest of all your things that smell like you and he'll just lay in it being in absolute peace

Has scared any and all potential lovers away

Mostly through blackmail

He is easily jealous but pretends not to be

As soon as you walk into the house he is there to smell you to see if you smell different

If you do you are taking a shower with him immediately

If not then yay cool cuddles and kisses

[capseycartwright]

but at the cost I payed, I'm pretty sure I got screwed

buck wasn't exactly sure how to process the fact he'd been lied to, his entire life - that his parents had forced maddie to keep such a fundamental part of his past, his life, from him. but - at least he wasn't alone.

or - eight conversations between buck and his true family as he comes to terms with the existence of the brother he never knew he had. set post 4x04

ao3 link

i. albert

Buck had forgotten that Albert would be home, when he managed to stumble through his own front door – breath catching in his chest as he tried to process the bombshell Maddie had just dropped on his life. Maybe – maybe it was rude of him, cruel to forget that he shared his apartment with the younger man, that Albert lived on his couch, but Buck had forgotten, and how he wasn’t sure of a kind way to tell Albert that if he had to have a conversation with another human being, there and then, that he would scream.

And he might not be able to stop screaming.

Albert was looking at him with genuine concern written all over his face, sliding the pan he was using to cook off the hob, so it wouldn’t burn. “Are you okay, Buck?” he asked, and Buck knew he could talk to Albert, and he would try to understand; burdened by his own family issues in ways that would make it easier to admit the insanity of the Buckley family aloud.

But Buck couldn’t.

“That’s kind of a loaded question, Albert,” Buck managed to choke the words out, anxiety clawing at his chest.

Albert inclined his head slightly. “Okay,” he conceded. “Are you well enough to be here, alone – or as alone as you can be with me, here,” he grinned slightly at his own words. “Or do you need me to call someone?”

“I don’t think I know,” Buck admitted, forcing himself to sit at the kitchen table, his blood thundering in his ears as he tried to process everything.

He had a brother. He has a brother – even if that brother wasn’t alive, anymore. Buck had a brother – he wasn’t the only Buckley boy, like he’d believed for so much of his life. For twenty-nine years, he’d thought Maddie was his only sibling, but she wasn’t, and Buck’s entire world felt like it had been spun on its axis and nothing made sense, anymore; but somehow everything made more sense than it ever had before, and he wasn’t sure how to deal with that.

Albert pushed a glass of water toward him, a kind look on his face.

“I don’t think I can talk about it, yet,” Buck admitted, the cool condensation dripping down the side of the glass – a housewarming gift from Hen and Karen, glasses nicer than he’d ever buy himself, if he was being honest – grounding in the way it reminded Buck that he wasn’t dreaming, the glass wet to touch.

“That’s okay,” Albert shrugged. “I can talk, instead, if you want.”

Buck could have cried, with relief. “Yeah, that would be great, Albert.”

Albert grinned. “Okay,” he nodded, moving his pan back onto the hob. “So – I had an online class, today, and one of my classmates, they were clearly not paying attention, but as it turns out, they had taken a series of photos of themselves, and were playing it as a video……..”

Buck forced himself to focus on Albert’s words, his roommate talking about the perfectly mundane happenings of his day, how his online classes went, how their neighbour down the hall still firmly believed he and Buck were a couple, and how its quite sweet, really, because she’s trying her hardest to make sure that they know she accepts them, and she’ll be dropping by a loaf of banana bread, in the morning.

It wasn’t until Albert set a bowl down in front of Buck, a simple pasta dish that made Buck’s stomach growl in acknowledgement of how hungry he was, that Buck spoke, looking at his roommate – his friend – with watery eyes.

“Thank you,” Buck managed to sputter out.

Albert shrugged. “You need to eat,” he said, pushing a fork toward Buck. “My grandmother – she always said that the problems of the world looked a little less daunting, when you looked at them with a full stomach.”

“I don’t just mean for the food,” Buck croaked, though he was grateful for the food – because he wasn’t sure if he had the mental energy to try and make himself dinner, to remember how to cook any of the ingredients that sat in his well-stocked kitchen. “I mean – for taking me out of my head, for a minute.”

Albert smiled, in that endearingly sincere way he always did, Chimney’s brother always one to wear his heart on his sleeve. “What are roommates for?”

ii. bobby

It’s not as though Buck particularly wanted to tell Bobby, about what was going on – but after the incident at the fire, after the way Buck had been acting, he knew he had to, he knew that he had to admit to his boss what was happening. He’d been insufferable to work with, Buck knew, and his boss was owed an explanation.

What Buck hadn’t expected was Bobby’s reaction. It wasn’t – it wasn’t the reaction of a Captain, a professional acknowledgement of a personal trauma that Buck wasn’t able to compartmentalise and leave at home, like he was supposed to, it was the reaction of a friend, Bobby pulling Buck in for a determined, bone-crushing hug.

“I’m so sorry, Buck,” Bobby’s voice was calm, against the sea of static that was buzzing in Buck’s head, something Buck could cling to as he stood, still as a statue, in Bobby’s embrace.

“You didn’t do anything,” Buck found himself saying, confused.

Bobby pulled back, hands on Buck’s shoulders. “I can be sorry, even if I didn’t have a role to play in this,” he said. “Buck, I’m sorry for you as your friend – what your parents hid from you, it was cruel. You didn’t deserve to be lied to like that.”

Buck swallowed his tears, focusing his gaze on one of the photos hanging on the back wall of Bobby’s office. “Their kid died,” he said, voice robotic as he voiced the sentence he’d practiced over, and over. “I can’t blame them.”

“Yes, you can,” Bobby’s voice was fierce. “Buck – I had to bury my own children. That is a pain I will never forget, and one I will live with for the rest of my life. I can’t even begin to describe to you what that grief, the grief of losing a child, feels like, and I hope you never, ever understand it,” he said. “But I have never put the burden of that grief on May, or Harry. Your parents had no right to force you, and Maddie, to bear their grief in the way they did. It was wrong. It is wrong.”

Buck hated how easily he was crying – how easily he’d always been reduced to tears, too soft, too emotional, not enough of a tough guy to please his father. “It was?” his voice was tiny as he spoke, unsure if he could take Bobby’s words at face value. Was Bobby saying that just to placate him? To make it so he could suck it up, and work?

“Yes, Buck,” Bobby’s voice was firm. “It was wrong – and no one in this team is going to begrudge you the time you need to process this. We’re your family, and we’re here for you. Okay? I’m here for you Buck, whatever you need.”

Buck hadn’t been hugged a lot, as a kid – not by his parents, at least. That was a pitifully sad thing to admit, but it was the truth – for all the ways Maddie had been kind, and affectionate, pressing kisses to Buck’s curls and hugging him close, his parents had been cold, and physically distant, never giving Buck more than a pat on the shoulder.

He knew why, now. They looked at him and all they saw was Daniel – all they ever saw was the son who would forever be twelve, frozen in time. They had watched him grow up, and maybe he was tolerable, when he was younger, when he was going through all the same phases that Daniel had – but as soon as Buck had turned thirteen, and lived longer than the brother he didn’t know existed, his parents had kept their distance more, and more, and then Maddie had left, and Buck had been left to crave physical affection, taking that intimacy wherever he could get it, regardless of the impact it had on him, regardless of how it would all leave him feeling even lonelier, when it was over.

But –

Bobby was a dad.

Not his dad –

But someone’s dad.

“Could I…” Buck cut himself off, embarrassed. “Could I have another hug, Bobby?”

Bobby’s eyes were sad, and full of sympathy – but not pity, Buck noted. “Yeah, kid,” Bobby said, pulling him in for a hug, Buck forced to stoop a little, to match Bobby’s height, comfortable in the embrace, this time. “You can have a hug.”

iii. hen

“Hey there, Buckaroo.”

Buck looked up to see Hen approaching him, doughnut in hand.

“You were missing out on the sugar delivery,” Hen explained, hanging him the plate. “So I snagged you your favourite flavour.”

Buck wanted to cry. “You didn’t have to do that, Hen.”

Hen shrugged, sliding down the wall so she was sitting on the concrete next to him, the bright sun of the Los Angeles afternoon beating down on them, the corner they were sitting in slightly secluded, distant from the noise of the firehouse that Buck normally thrived in – just, not today.

“I wanted to,” she said, taking a bite of her own doughnut – cinnamon sugar, Buck noted, her favourite. She’d always been the one to support Buck’s belief that simple was best, when it came to doughnuts, never making fun of Buck’s preference for plain old raspberry jelly flavour; unlike Chimney and the rest of the team, who favoured the hipster doughnut place around the corner from the station, and all the weird flavours they sold.

“Because you feel sorry for me?” Buck found himself asking.

“Because you’re my friend,” Hen corrected, nudging Buck’s knee with her own. “And I can see you’re hurting, Buck, so I wanted to do something nice for you.”

Buck knew he didn’t look the best, rocking up to their shift that morning – his eyes were red raw from crying, because he was in that stage of processing it all, now (Dr. Copeland had assured him that crying was a perfectly healthy trauma response, but Buck was tired of Albert’s quietly concerned looks, because apparently even crying alone in his shower didn’t guarantee privacy in the tiny space they co-existed in.)

He just hadn’t realised he looked that bad.

“I guess you know, then,” Buck murmured, poking at his doughnut. He’d given Bobby permission to tell the team, if he felt it was appropriate – he just hadn’t been able to face the prospect of telling them himself.

“No,” Hen’s voice was firm. “Whatever is going on with you, is your story to tell, Buck. Unless you want to tell me, I have no intention of finding out what is happening.”

Buck shot her a confused look.

“Chimney, he gave me the impression that whatever you’ve found out, is something that was kept from you by the people you love most in the world, and you didn’t have a choice in who found out, because Maddie told him first, and when – and when you got trapped, in that fire, Chimney panicked and told some of the team,” Hen said, explaining what Buck already knew – what Chimney had already desperately apologised for, terrified that Buck’s newfound knowledge of his dead brother had pushed him from resident daredevil to on the verge of suicidal.

Buck didn’t blame him, really.

“I didn’t hear the secret, at the fire,” Hen said. “And I asked Bobby not to tell me. I want you to be able to tell at least one person, on your own terms, if you want to tell me. And if you don’t want to tell me, that’s okay too – I just want you to have the option. I’m happy to be the friend who doesn’t know, if that’s what you need.”

Hen’s sincerity was making Buck want to cry again, his friend looking at him earnestly as she spoke. He knew that if he asked her, Hen would do her best to never find out what Buck’s secret was – Hen was good with secrets – and Buck wasn’t sure how to voice his appreciation out loud in a way that felt appropriate for the magnitude of what Hen was offering him.

Peace.

The power to take control of his own situation.

Buck hadn’t felt in control from the moment he had picked up that photograph of Daniel, and Maddie had admitted who it was, but now, for a second, at least, he felt in control.

“I had a brother,” Buck admitted, hot, angry tears rolling down his cheeks. “I had a brother, and they never told me – they kept him from me. For my whole life, they kept him from me, Hen.”

“Oh, Buck,” Hen’s voice was thick with emotion as she spoke. “I’m so sorry, honey.”

“I know – I know it wouldn’t have change the fact he died, when I was a baby,” Buck continued, managing to talk about it, even just a little, for the first time since he’d found out. “But I deserved to know, Hen.”

“Yes, you did,” Hen was fierce in her agreement. “They had no right to keep his existence from you, Buck.”

“It explains it, you know,” Buck glanced at Hen, the protectiveness that was written all over her face making his heart twist in his chest. “Why they never loved me, not really – I was never Daniel.”

“I’m not even going to pretend to understand your parents,” Hen said, wrapping her arms around Buck’s shoulders, pulling him close, running a hand through his curls, the same way Maddie used to, when he was younger. “But I’ll tell you something for nothing, Buck; I love you. I love you like a brother, and I know its not the same, but I love you. And loving you has been damn easy, from the moment you stepped into this fire station – because you have a heart of goddamn gold, Buck. And your parents inability to see that is not your fault.”

Buck let out a shuddering sigh, leaning into the comforting embrace Hen was offering him. “I’m not sure if I believe you, Hen.”

“That’s okay,” Hen reassured. “I’ll keep reminding you until you do.”

“You will?”

“I will,” Hen confirmed. “Because that’s what family does, Buck. Now – eat your doughnut before we get called out.”

iv. chimney

Buck hated the tentative way that his friend – and teammate, and future brother-in-law, probably – approached him, looking nervous. He hated it – and he hated how he didn’t have it in him to put a stop to it, just yet.

“Hey, Buck,” Chimney greeted.

Buck paused what he was doing, the chrome of the ladder truck already gleaming from the thorough polish he had given it. “Are you here as my sisters boyfriend, Chimney, or my friend?”

“As your friend,” Chimney answered without a second’s hesitation, which Buck had to admit he appreciated.

“Okay,” Buck put the polish down entirely, nodding. “Because I’m not ready to talk to Maddie about this yet.”

“She knows,” Chimney nodded, quiet for a second. “I wanted to talk to you as my friend, Buck, because – and I would walk through fire for your sister – you were my friend before I ever met Maddie, and I don’t want you to forget that. I care about you as more than just my girlfriends brother, Buck, and I’m – I’m sorry this is happening to you.”

Buck didn’t have a reason not to believe Chimney – really, he didn’t. “I’m still angry,” he admitted. “That you knew before I did. You had no right to know before I did, Chim.”

“I know,” Chimney agreed, rocking forward on his heels as he spoke. “I wish I didn’t know, Buck,” he said. “I wish I hadn’t found out before you. I – I said, from the moment I knew, that you deserved to know, but as much as it wasn’t my place to know before you, it wasn’t my place to tell you. It needed to come from Maddie, and your parents.”

Buck nodded. It was true – that it would have been worse to hear it from Chimney, and not Maddie, or his mom and dad. Of all the people to hear it from, Chimney would have been the worst one. It should have come from his parents, really – from the people who’d forced a child, their daughter, to keep their older brother’s existence a secret their entire lives. Maddie had been nine, when she’d been forced to pretend Daniel had never existed. She couldn’t have possibly understood the consequences of their parents refusal to acknowledge that Daniel had been a part of their lives, once.

“I know,” Buck said finally. “I know, Chim. I just – I can’t pretend like I’m feeling all that logical, about all of this. I’m trying – I’m just not there yet.”

Chimney’s expression was genuinely understanding. “You don’t need to be logical about this, Buck,” he shook his head. “You’re entitled to deal with this and grieve – and be angry as hell – in whatever way works best for you. I just – I wanted to know that I’m here for you, that I’m your friend. And if you need to talk to me, I can be your friend – and just your friend, not Maddie’s boyfriend. What we talk about, it stays between me and you, Buck.”

Buck gave Chimney a grateful smile. “Thank you, Chim,” he said, awkwardly wringing his polish rag between his hands, twisting, and pulling, the material taut in his hands. “I just don’t think I’m ready to talk about it with anyone, yet.”

And that was the truth of it –

Buck wasn’t ready to talk about it with anyone, not his friends, not Maddie, not even with his therapist – not yet.

“Then let’s talk about something else,” Chimney said, grabbing another polish rag, smirking at Buck. “Like your terrible polish job.”

Buck glared good-naturedly at Chimney. “I’m not a probie anymore, Chim, don’t start this.”

Chimney whistled cheerfully as he started to polish, grinning. “You’ll always be a probie to me, Buckaroo.”

v. athena

Buck hadn’t seen Athena in a while – their calls didn’t actually crossover, all that much, so it wasn’t all that unusual to have not seen her in a few weeks. A part of Buck was glad – and not because he didn’t love Athena, but he wasn’t sure if he could cope with seeing the anger she carried on his behalf in person. Buck didn’t like when other people felt burdened by his issues.

“Buck.”

Buck paused, halfway back to the truck. He couldn’t exactly ignore his Captain’s wife – or anyone, for that matter. Maddie (Maddie, always Maddie, not their parents) had raised him better than that, had raised him to be polite. “Hi, Athena.”

“I know you’re not ready to talk about it,” Athena said, hands on hips, stance fierce and protective and everything Buck never had in a mother. He was glad, May and Harry had her, at least. “But I wanted you to know – parents shouldn’t lie to their children the ways yours have lied to you. It’s cruel, and I’m sorry it happened to you, Buck.”

Buck didn’t quite know what to say. “Uh – thank you?”

“I’m not trying to overstep,” Athena raised her hands in surrender. “I’m not your mother. I’m your friend, though, Buck – and I’m someone’s mom, and I can’t stand the thought of you thinking that your parents did all this out of some twisted sense of protection for you, and Maddie. Parents – however hard – should teach you how to grieve. Not teach you to be invisible as a punishment for something you never knew happened.”

Buck nodded, shaking hands gripping tightly to his halogen. “You’re a great mom, Athena,” he said quietly.

“And you’re a great man, Evan Buckley,” Athena gave his elbow a squeeze. “I just thought you should hear that from someone today.”

vi. christopher

Buck had an armful of Christopher the second he walked through the front door of the Diaz household, the little boy flying at him, crutches and all. “Oh, hey, buddy,” Buck laughed, easily scooping a wriggling Christopher up, easing his crutches off of his arms so he could hug him properly.

“I’m glad you’re here, Buck!” Christopher said, grinning widely at Buck, his new braces glinting in the soft light of the evening, reminding Buck of how grown up the kid in his arms was getting – on the cusp of his teenage years, all too soon.

“I’m glad I’m here too, buddy,” Buck replied, holding Christopher close. He wasn’t even the kids dad – and he couldn’t imagine ever lying to him, like his parents had to him, couldn’t imagine doing anything except loving the little boy with everything he had.

“Dad said you’ve had a bad week,” Christopher said matter-of-factly. “So we have a surprise for you.”

“Oh, you do?” Buck gave Christopher a watery smile, flashing Eddie a confused look.

Eddie raised his hands in surrender. “It was all this guy,” he said proudly. “I just did the driving.”

Buck laughed, looking back at Christopher. “Where are we going, then?”

“Kitchen!”

Tossing a giggling Christopher over his shoulder, Buck made his way to the kitchen, Christopher chatting excitedly as he moved. Buck felt like he was going to cry – really, properly cry – when he spotted the feast of all of his favourite things on the Diaz kitchen table.

“We got all your favourites!” Christopher explained. “Popcorn, and chocolate – and pizza! And we’re going to watch Inside Out, because its your favourite film, and me and dad, we’re going to make sure you feel better, Buck.”

Buck wiped roughly at his eyes. This kid. “I already feel better, buddy.”

Christopher’s brow was furrowed. “But you’re crying.”

“People can cry when they’re happy, Chris,” Eddie explained, running a soothing hand down Buck’s back. “It doesn’t always mean someone is sad.”

“Your dad is right,” Buck confirmed. “I’m crying because I’m happy – and I’m very grateful to have such a thoughtful kid taking care of me.”

Christopher grinned again, patting a sticky hand against Buck’s cheek. “You’re gonna be o-kay, kid,” he beamed, and for the first time, Buck almost believed it.

vii. eddie

“He’s out like a light,” Buck said softly, half closing the porch door behind them – enough that they wouldn’t wake Christopher, with their conversation, but still open enough that they’d be able to hear if Christopher woke up in the night.

Christopher had insisted on Buck being the one to put him to bed, that night, despite how hard Eddie tried to get Christopher to give Buck a break – but Buck had enjoyed the routine of it all, if he was being honest, Christopher’s happy snorts as Buck (badly) danced around the bathroom while Christopher brushed his teeth making him forget the car-wreck his life was for a few minutes, at least.

Eddie nodded, nudging a beer toward Buck. “You spoil him, you know,” he said, not a hint of annoyance in his voice. “I know you read him two chapters of his book, not one.”

Buck hummed gratefully. “I know,” he said, voice dropping. “Kids deserve to be spoiled, a bit at least.”

“How are you doing Buck? Really?” Eddie asked, and Buck felt a dam inside him break – he’d kept everything he was feeling so bottled up, for so long, and all of a sudden, on his best friends back porch, it all came pouring out, tears cascading down his cheeks.

“I had a brother,” Buck hiccupped out, bordering on hysterical as he cried, Eddie moving quickly so he was crouching in front of Buck, soothing hands on Buck’s knees. “I had a brother, Eddie.”

Eddie’s face was twisted, a mixture of heartbreak and sympathy. “I know, Buck,” he soothed softly, gentle hands wiping at Buck’s tears, taking Buck’s hands in his own, grounding Buck in the new reality he had found himself in, the past few weeks – a world where he was suddenly the youngest of three siblings, the third Buckley, not the second.

“I always wanted a brother,” Buck admitted out-loud for the first time, unable to stop his tears, gripping tightly to Eddie’s hands. “I love – I love Maddie, but I always wanted a brother, too, and I had one, and I didn’t know, and I can’t stop thinking about how different life might have been if he was still around. He was ten years older than me.”

Eddie was quiet.

“His name was Daniel,” Buck said, shakily voicing his brothers name out-loud for the first time to someone other than maybe. “His name was Daniel, and he was ten years older than me, and I’d have been a really good brother to him, and that’s all I know, and I just – I wish I knew more.”

“You know,” Eddie’s voice was soft, and reassuring, comforting and grounding in ways that Buck wasn’t sure how he ever lived without before, his best friend the kind of anchor Buck needed, in his life. “I bet Maddie knows more.”

“Eddie….”

“I know it hurts,” Eddie squeezed Buck’s hands, his expression encouraging as Buck forced himself to look at the older man. “And it’s going to hurt for a long time, Buck, and I’m sorry for that – but you’re not alone in that hurt. Me, Chris, Hen – the others – we’re here, and we love you, and we’ll do our best to understand, but there’s one person in the world that shares this hurt with you.”

“But she knew, Eddie, she knew all along, and she didn’t tell me – and I know she was a kid and it wasn’t her fault, but it still hurts, because she got to know him and grieve him, and I didn’t.”

“Did she?” Eddie countered, wise as ever now he went to regular therapy. “She had to pretend he didn’t exist. To grieve properly – you need to talk about the person, about who they were, and Maddie didn’t get to do that. As much as she can help you get to know who Daniel was, you can help her grieve the brother she wasn’t allowed to remember. I can’t help you do that.”

Buck tightened his grip on Eddie’s hands. “I can’t, not yet,” he admitted hoarsely. “Not tonight.”

“No,” Eddie hummed his agreement. “Tonight its just you and me, and the rest of these beers, and as much crying as you want. Okay?”

Buck laughed. Back when he first met Eddie, he could never have imagined their friendship getting to this point – to where they could sit, and talk, and drink and cry together. Somehow, somewhere along the way, they’d created this safe space, together, and Buck had never been more grateful for his best friend than he was, there and then.

He had a brother.

And tonight – tonight was the first time he’d said that out loud and hadn’t felt bitter, and angry, about it. Tonight had been the first time he’d said those words out loud and wondered who the person was, who Daniel had been – instead of focusing on the lies, the hurt of it all.

That was progress.

Swallowing thickly, Buck wiped at his sore eyes. “Tell me something I don’t know,” he directed his question at Eddie.

“Anything?” Eddie’s lips quirked up in the beginnings of a smile.

“Anything,” Buck confirmed.

Eddie grinned. “Did you know - nearly three percent of the ice in Antarctic glaciers is penguin urine?”

Buck snorted, the sound outrageously loud in the quiet of the evening. “I don’t want to know how you know that.”

(He knew – of course he knew. Eddie was the only person who knew exactly how to bring Buck out of his own head, with odd facts and quirky news articles, anything to distract Buck from the overwhelming noise of his own thoughts).

Eddie took a swig of his beer, smiling contently. “You’re not the only one who can know weird things.”

viii. maddie

When she opened the door, Maddie greeted Buck with a relief he didn’t feel deserving to be on the receiving end of.

“I’m sorry, Maddie.”

“No,” Maddie interrupted, pulling him close, clinging tightly to his shoulders, refusing to let her pregnant belly be an obstacle to squeezing the life out of Buck – and he couldn’t say he was opposed to a bone-crushing hug from his sister. “You don’t need to apologise, Buck, not to me – not about this. I should be apologising to you.”

Buck pressed his face into the material of Maddie’s cardigan, breathing in the familiar scent of her perfume. She’d worn the same one since she was a teenager, and in the years when they weren’t in contact, Buck – well, he’d sometimes go to the perfume section of the department store, and sneak a sample, desperate to feel close to his sister, even if Doug had long since cut her off from him.

“I can’t hear you,” Maddie admitted, her voice soft as she ran a gentle hand through Buck’s hair.

“I said,” Buck pulled back slightly, Maddie’s tears reflecting his own. “I know we’ve got a lot to talk about – but uh, Maddie, will you tell me about him?”

Maddie brushed away a few stray tears of Buck’s before they had the chance to drip from his chin, nodding. “I’d really like that,” she confirmed, tugging Buck toward the couch. Her baby box was still on the coffee table, a photograph of Daniel – the same one Buck had found – propped up against the wood, another one next to it.

Of the three of them.

Buck looked as though he couldn’t be more than a few weeks old, in the photograph, Maddie proudly holding him in her arms, a little boy who was familiar, in so many ways, hair blond and bright like Buck’s had been, as a child – and unfamiliar in so many others, a kid who would forever be twelve years old.

“Is that us?” Buck asked, doing his best to fold his long limbs, curling himself up against Maddie, thinking back to when they were kids, and all the evenings they’d do the same – Buck curled up in her lap as they watched TV, or as Maddie soothed his tears after a fight with their parents. Her belly got in the way, a bit, and a part of Buck’s heart ached with the knowledge that someone else, his niece, would curl up in Maddie’s lap the same way he used to, in just a matter of months, but he pushed the thought aside.

“I told everyone you were my baby,” Maddie said, sounding like she was smiling. “Oh, I loved you so much from the moment you were born, Buck, and I wouldn’t let Daniel go near you – because you were mine.”

Buck didn’t try and stop his tears, now.

“He loved you just as much,” Maddie continued. “He would tell dad, how excited he was to be able to teach you to play soccer, one day, and ride a bike.”

All the things Maddie had taught him, in the end, Buck thought to himself.

“He picked your middle name,” Maddie continued. “Because he had a best friend called EJ, and he told mom and dad that you should have the same initials – Evan James - because you were going to be his new best friend.”

Closing his eyes, Buck let Maddie’s words wash over him, painting a picture of someone he would never have the chance to know – but loved, Buck thought, all the same, because Daniel couldn’t have known, how life would turn out without him, because he had only been a kid, when he died – and he wouldn’t have understood.

“He’d be proud of you, I think,” Maddie said quietly, pressing a kiss to Buck’s curls. “Because I am, Buck, I am so proud of you. You are not a disappointment. You are the greatest man I have ever known and I am so proud of you, and I love you, and I’ll tell everyone the same thing I told them when I was eight and I held you for the first time. You’re mine, Buck, not theirs.”

Buck nodded, not trusting himself to open his eyes. “I love you, Maddie.”

“I love you, little brother,” Maddie sounded like she was crying too, now. “We’re going to be okay.”

Buck –

Well, he didn’t have a reason not to believe his sister.

He wanted to believe her.

And maybe –

Just maybe.

He already did.

Yeah.

They would be okay.

[scarlets-maximoff]

sometimes I think about Agatha caressing Wanda softly before they share their first kiss and I feel like imma explode. liek 100% there are so many variations of what a first kiss between them could be like I’m dyyyinng and liek this isn’t really a prompt but if you’d like to write what your ideal first kiss for them would look like that’d be cool

aaaaaa this one was so nice to write! i hope you like it!

i found

And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be

Right in front of me

Talk some sense to me

– 

the air in new york city felt heavy and polluted. wanda missed her cabin in the woods and the birds chirping outside in the morning, instead of cars speeding through the streets incessantly. at least she had agatha with her. that was the only comfort she's got nowadays. 

they were at sanctum sanctorum to help stephen defeat some anti-sorcerer villain. mordo, i think? she wasn't sure of the man's name. not that it mattered anyways. 

it has been 6 months since the westview anomaly and everything that happened in between. a lot of things had changed, and some, for the better. for example, it turned out that agatha was a really great company – after all the fights and screaming sessions, at least – wanda thought bitterly. she shook away the thought. things were better now.

surprisingly enough, they were able to find solace in each other. some kind of companionship and mutual understanding that she wouldn't have thought it possible. perhaps that was the reason she and agatha were so alike: both had lost and found so much in life.

and as if the older witch had somehow sensed her presence in wanda's mind, she'd appeared in the doorway.  the city lights that managed to pass through the stained glass of the hall reflected beautifully upon the woman's blue eyes. agatha was smiling gently as she got closer and sat herself beside her, their shoulders touching. wanda smiled back. 

a small, slightly calloused hand grasped hers. blue met green even though darkness made it difficult to see. the night was clear and a few, lonely stars could be seen if sought enough. long, black strands of hair framed agatha's face like a curtain as she whispered,

"is everything okay?" the distinct scent of lavender and pine washed over wanda as though she were walking through their garden back home, "you're kinda quiet today, love." 

the redhead could feel her heart plummeting in her chest as she gazed at her companion. there was so much affection and something else swimming warmly in those eyes. she put an arm around the brunette's shoulders, pulling her closer. hair tickled her nose and wanda closed her eyes. breathed in. out. her mind calmed down and her fears eased as agatha buried her head into her sweater-clad chest.

"everything is fine," agatha drew random patterns onto her palm, her hand seemingly turning into a canvas, "i just have a lot in my mind right now." she felt agatha tightening their embrace. 

soft fingertips caressed her cheek tenderly. endless oceans of blue stared up at her silently, knowingly. agatha always seemed to know exactly what wanda was feeling.

a thumb brushed her lower lip reverently. a beat passed.

her breath hitched. 

the world seemed to stop rotating on its axis. agatha leaned in first – of course she did.

there was no rush as their lips met. it was a chaste kiss. agatha kissed her calmly and sweetly, like a hummingbird would kiss a flower. her arms found the woman's waist and squeezed it gently. she smiled in the kiss.

for all the chaos and madness that might live inside of her, wanda had never felt so at peace before. 

they separated, but not completely. wanda still had her eyes closed as the other witch hugged her tightly. there was a twinkle in agatha's now purple irises. she brought her closer until their foreheads touched.

"talk to me, then?"

wanda did.

[hetalia-has-a-secretary]

Reaction of the axis and the allies when meeting his girlfriend's friends, and that they stare happy at him and giggle. After asking her partner what is wrong with them, she replies with "Ah, they are excited because you are as handsome, charming and sexy as I told them about you" in human au.

Lol, I love how flirty we're making everyone's S/O! I'm really living for this now~

Allies and Axis meet their S/O's (giggly) friends!

Allies:

America:

He works at McDonald's and gets flirted with from time to time, and honestly? It's tiring.

He really appreciates the thought of his S/O gushing about him though.

That's the only reason he decided to play along.

He immediately shot finger guns at them, and they pretended to swoon as he gave his S/O a playful eye roll.

His S/O quickly saw his minor discomfort, which was a plus because even though he seemed willing to anwser to their flirtatious remakes and questions, he would never be interested in anyone but them.

France:

He gives the largest smirk possible, and kisses your hand.

He is literally going to tease his S/O friends by treating them like they're the most fragile thing.

So nothing unusual.

Tries not to be a flirt, but at this point they way the others are fan over him, all he has to do is open a door and they will probably act like they proposed to him.

He's almost like the jock of the school, but he's not.

Though having like, 50+ art and writing classes probably made him this much of a romantic.

China:

His S/O had already informed him of how much they gush over him (and his cooking skills)

Not at all surprised, or impressed (✿^‿^)

It's not like he didn't want to meet your friends, but he wasn't a fan of their semi-flirting and giggling.

Which honestly made their teasing worse.

All he wanted was to have a nice mini pot luck, and then bring his S/I to his apartment for an appropriate meal, and a cuddle session.

He's too old for this (which is a lie, he just wants his peace and quiet back, and his S/O fill attention.

Russia:

This is a 50-50 shot on how flustered he's about to become when he finds out why his S/O's friends are "giggling like the school girls-"

He's not shy persay, but he's confused as too why they giggle everytime he speaks.

He might shut down if you don't explain it to him that it's not a bad thing.

After that he's mostly flustered Because he still doesn't understand it? It's just an accent. He's- he's just talking???

Axis:

Germany:

He's pretty much a school jock, minus the school part. He works in construction and has a dog sitting hobby.

The boys buff! His S/O telling their friends was just a precaution- a warning on some degrees.

But Ludwig has zero tolerance for any flirting. He gets the giggling part (it's like a curse for the guy) but he will not sweet talk anyone but you.

Things will get a little akward once their friends realize they wouldn't get much of a reaction, but at the same time that's equally hot?

Oh and Lord help him if he brought the DOGS with him.

It might be his only break to be honest. In fact the second time they all hangout together, the dogs go with.

Poor man needs a break.

Japan:

Adorable transfer student which flirting will 100% go over his head? Check!

Poor guy has an extremely slow reaction.

It only dawns on him when they try hugging him, or touch him in any way. Even just to lightly move him out of their way.

He's flattered, flustered, embarrassed, and internally screaming.

His S/O will have a very exhausted Kiku on their hands now.

Though so long their friends calm down a little, and respect his tradition and boundaries, he won't mind hanging out with them again. Just for his Cherry Blossom!

Italy

There's an imaginary 'Jealousy Scale' above his S/O head.

He doesn't mean any harm, but he loves making people laugh and giggle, and will immediately pick up on why they do.

He thought it was just normal girly giggles, so when his S/O dropped that pick up line, his face flushed red with embarrassment.

Had no clue he was flirting at that moment in time.

Regrets it and immediately starts apologizing.

He now tries to be a lot less flirtatious, but the issue with that is that energy has to go somewhere.

And that somewhere is S/O. Now have a small group of girls going 'awwww' and swooning at the fawning couple.

[draconicmaw]

Okee so we all know that neither Atem and Yugi aren’t one to get jealous easily the crazy jealous bfs type or something like that. But I’m curious how would they act if they do feel jealous, so if it's not too much for you, I’d love to see how you’d write two one shots for each of them! Thank you sm! :D

I honestly don't find it hard to imagine Atem as a "jealous" lover. However, I don't think that he would be jealous in a toxic sense, since I think he would be very respectful of his partner's autonomy and whatnot, and I will demonstrate that promptly.

(so far, I only have Atem's done, but when I do Yugi's side I will post it and tag you, 'kay? I hope you enjoy!)

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Atem found Yugi undeniably adorable. And he meant "adorable" in its essential denotation; it was just so very easy to adore Yugi. Yugi was Atem's light, the axis upon which his world spun, the needle that always showed Atem true north when he lost his way in the puzzling maze of life. Yugi was not without his flaws, of course, but Atem found even those endearing.

For what was more beautiful?

A perfect being? Or an imperfect being always striving to be better than his flawed nature?

Atem believed it to be the latter, without a doubt.

Atem himself was not too much a selfish man, and, thus, he wanted to share this light with any who would be willing to see, because any good person would be worse off not knowing Yugi than they would knowing Yugi.

And though Yugi had always been resplendent as any sweet lotus in Atem's eyes, Yugi had simply bloomed in recent years. His lithesome frame took on a taller stance, now confident and comfortable in his skin in a way that was such a contrast to that day when they first met so many years ago. Instead of hesitation and fear and insecurity in those beautiful eyes of his, there was a keen perception and ageless wisdom that sometimes made Atem forget just who between the two of them was once an ancient spirit.

Besides that, Yugi had... grown in other ways, as well. (Summary: Yugi's newfound cardio routine was treating him [and Atem] very well.) In summation, Yugi was beautiful, inside and out, and, as his best friend and lover, Atem couldn't be any prouder or more satisfied.

After all, Atem was no stranger to "strutting his stuff" when the time called for it, and sometimes that happened to include showing off his wonderful boyfriend because who wouldn't?

Anyway, the main point was that, normally, when Yugi caught the eyes of people in public, Atem generally preened on his behalf.

But sometimes, even Atem found the wandering eyes to be too much.

Like now, as Yugi crouched down to inspect merchandise on the lower shelves in an aisle of the local grocery store. Yugi was wearing those pants, the ones that were snug before his exercise regimen began but now fit him like a second skin. They hugged his toned glutes especially right when he was positioned like so. It wasn't until a figure froze in Atem's peripheral vision that he realized he wasn't the only one admiring Yugi.

Subtly, he flocked his eyes in that direction. A woman stood there, frozen, hands limp on the handles of her shopping cart, her face blanked in an expression that clearly read "what a nice ass."

When Yugi sighed and stood slowly, product in hand, Atem sidled close. Yugi hummed, still focused on the bottle in his hands, but he gasped and startled when Atem's hand grasped at his firm butt in a possessive squeeze.

"Atem!" Yugi hissed, cheeks flushing darkly, but he was obviously trying to bite back a smile. "What are you doing?"

"Simply reminding the general public who has the right to touch your cute butt and who does not," Atem replied, matter-of-fact.

"You're so weird," Yugi muttered, but when he shook his head, Atem could see the little grin on Yugi's lips.

Atem looked over his shoulder. The woman was still standing there, gaping. Atem narrowed his eyes. Red-faced and empty-carted, she was on her way out of the aisle.

Atem wanted the whole world to see how wonderful Yugi was. They just had to remember who got to touch his butt, though.