#I HOPE YOU HAZ A NICE DAY!!!!!!

[hiya-im-mary]

@queenieboo22 !! HELLO AGAIN!! I HOPES YOU DOING WELL!!! I WANTS TO ASK YOU STUFF IF THAT’S OKAY!!!!!!

I’ve been thinking about our characters interacting again!! I guess Queenie as a chat as yet and how she fits + how she’d interact with Mary and MY Hc’s for the hotel set my imagination into a permanent overdrive!!! WHICH IS WONDERFUL!!!!

I thinks it’s interesting…the characters obviously thrive and exist as two seperate beings without the other,but…THEY MIRROR EACHOTJER- IT FEELS SO COOL- I WANNA SEE HOW THEY INTERACT SO BAD!! KUAAAAAAA-!!!!!!!! *Explodes inro rainbows*

I…just wanted to say that if that’s okay XD

YOUR CHARACTER INSPIRES ME ALOT AND I REALLY WANTS TO SEE HOW THEY INTERACT!!!!!!!!!!

[peterdarlingg]

Bloody promises

Pairing:Mob!tom holland x reader

Synopsis: it’s your first date with Tom in a long time. Though things don’t go as planned.

Warnings: mentions of injuries, blood, pain meds, angst. (I think that’s it let me know if I’m missing something.)

A/n: hope you enjoy! I love hearing feedback (nicely<3)

It was wrong place wrong time. You and Tom had planned to go out on a date that night, seeing as it’s been months since you both had spent quality time together.

You decided to just keep it simple and take a walk and eat some ice cream from your favorite place in London.

Taking a stroll all the while Tom is telling you about his day, how horrible it was, how someone owed him tons of money and how much he missed you.

You always took his mind off of his work. Looking back, you knew what you were getting into when you started dating.

After all, you yourself had come from the second most powerful mob in London. Your father though kept you in the dark about a lot of the bad and the ugly, seeing as he wanted to protect you but now this is your life permanently. Though Tom always tries to protect you from everything and anyone.

Many always tried to take down Tom and his mob and all were unsuccessful. That meant he always had full protection on the mansion and on you specifically. You always had a target on your back since you were considered Tom’s weakness and your father had his own powerful mob as well. So you thought who would dare go against the top two mobs in London?

Tom looking back now, was regretting not having his personal guard with him on your guys’ date. You specifically asked today, that it would just be you and him and that you were tired of having someone follow the both of you around and how you just wanted today to be private. “Please T. For me?”

“Things have been really stressful for the both of us and I just want to spend this time together. I know it would be good for us. Please. Just this once?” You begged him to be alone together. You had literally not once gone out wheather with or without Tom, without having protection. Just you and Tom.

He couldn’t say no to you.

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“Tom, T-Tom please,” you cried out.

“We’re almost there darling, stay with me,” he strained, choking back his sobs.

“I can’t, I c-ca-an’t,” you choked out in pain.

Tom stepped on the gas and held your hand and kissed your knuckles and putting pressure on your wound on your side.

“Hey-hey, y/n, stay with me, stay awake okay, we’re almost home!” You could hear Tom faintly talking to you but it wasn’t really registering over your heavy breathing at this point. But you could feel the anxiety radiating from him. “Harrison!” Tom yelled bursting into the house with you in his arms, looking for his second in command. His yell echoed eerily through the house and just seconds later Harrison came running down the hallway, face panicked and alert.

“Get Claire here now!” He barked. Claire was a doctor and he pays her a hefty amount of money to work for him and the only one Tom trusted at that. Harrison opened his mouth just before Tom yelled “Ask questions later haz, now!” He ran down stairs to the med bay Area and put you in the bed. You were yelling in pain begging him for relief.

“Please make it stop,” you shouted voice straining in pain. “Make it stop,” you muttered, sobbing quietly. “Please..” you begged him. “Shhh” Tom whispered between your cries of help, tears searing down his face, holding you in his arms rocking you back and forth gently, arm wrapped around your head cradling it gently while his other hand continues putting pressure elbow deep in your blood.

You whimpered as he put generous pressure to stop the blood from flowing further. “Shhh, I’m so sorry sweetheart, I’m so sorry, it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay love,” face buried in your hair, pressing his lips to your temple. “It hurts Tommy,” you muttered. “I know, I know my darling, it’s okay we’re going to get you fixed up okay?” He rasped. His heart hurt hearing the absolute agony in your voice. His mind kept going back to your date and how he could’ve saved you from this pain.

“You doing okay love?”, he noticed you were very quiet. You were sitting together on a bench in the park at night after having a mouth watering dinner. Not from those fancy restaurants Tom went for his formal meetings though.

You had always loved getting the greasy, mouth watering food from your favorite diner that had been around for forever. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He asked while looking at you with all the admiration in the world. It was just you and him.

“Yeah.” You smiled softly at him. “I was just thinking that I don’t remember the last time we went out together, you know I just-“

Tom was brought back when he heard footsteps coming inside and he saw Claire. “What’s the damage?”, She asked Tom. You tuned them out, you felt heavy but on the clouds at the same time. Tom was holding your hand and still putting pressure on with his other. You didn’t look so good. Your face was white as a sheet and you were sweating profusely. Your body was shaking and shuddering. Claire was already going to work. “How much blood has she lost?”, she asked him. Tom let out a shaky breath, his anxiety overflowing. “A lot. A bunch of it…too much,” his voice barely above a whisper. “I-I-I’m-m cold-d.” You whispered. You were breathing rapidly, Your body shaking, curling up into you self as you tried to get warm.

“She’s going into shock,” Claire announced and she started working as fast as she could. “Get that blanket from the chair over there and wrap it around her shoulders. Now.” She ordered Tom while she continued working on you and pushing some fluids into an IV into your arm and hooked you up to various machines that made you look so fragile beneath them. In just a few seconds, Tom came back next to you and started covering you with the blanket and tucking it around your shoulders very effectively. He then proceeded to rub up and down your shaky arms continuously trying to comfort you and keep you as warm as possible.

He stood at the head of the bed and watched Claire starting to work on you. She had given you some anesthesia and pain meds so you were slowly getting knocked out at this point. Your eyes fluttered shut looking up at Tom, his fingers tangled in your hair, hand rubbing up and down your arms and leaned down and kissed your hair. He was the last thing you saw before you saw black.

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You woke up to annoyingly loud beeps. Attempting to open your eyes was a struggle it was like they were glued shut. You felt a pang of pain down your side that came and went. Finally coming to it your eyes slowly fluttered open and you realized you were in the med bay in your home. Suddenly you heard muffled voices coming from the other side of the door. The voices got gradually louder and that’s when you realized it was Tom arguing with Harrison. You looked around the room and found evidence of Tom staying here by your side. His phone, cups of coffee and blankets and other clutter. The door opened abruptly and Tom walked in.

“Sweetheart, you’re awake!” Tom tried to look happy but you could see the concern and sadness clear as day in his eyes. “Yeah,” You croaked your throat scratchy and dry. You coughed harshly, wincing in pain from your side. Tom rushed to get you some water.

“Here, here darling, drink baby” he held up a cup of water to your mouth helping you sip, his hand cupping your head for support. The cold water felt incredible, like you hadn’t had a drink in weeks.

“More water?” He gently asked. You shook your head no. “No thank you.” You whispered head falling back from a sudden dizziness. “You okay, love?” “How are you feeling?” He gently probed, gently running his hand over your hair. “I’m okay I think, just a little lightheaded. “It’s probably the meds they got you on. It’s gonna go away in a bit don’t worry.” He said softly, sitting beside you on the edge of your bed.

“It’s okay it’s kinda sick actually, it’s like I’m drunk,” you giggled, turning into a full blown laugh. Tom started laughing as well seeing you all high and silly from the meds was very interesting to say the least. “Why were you yelling?” You softly asked him after coming down from your laugh attack. “What?” “I heard you and Harrison arguing out in the hall,” you told him. “Oh..I- I’m just so- I just can’t believe I let tonight happened. It’s all my fault and I’m not gonna stop till I find out who did this to you. I’m so sorry darli-“ “T, stop, take a breath.” You stopped his rambling. “It’s not your fault.” “Please don’t ever think that. It’s not.” You shook your head looking him in the eye. “You saved me.” Voice cracking, you smiled sadly at him, tears welling in your eyes. “No but I shouldn’t have had to save you from anything or anyone, you don’t get it.” He shook his head, getting worked up now. “I could’ve lost you tonight.” His voice cracked, eyes teary. ‘I could’ve lost you, I was loosing you.” His eyebrows furrowed a pesky little tear escaping his eye. You slowly cupped his face, gently wiping his tears with your thumbs, kissing his forehead.

“I’m here,” you whispered in the cold empty room. Just you and him. “I’m here Tom, I promise I’m not going anywhere.” You pressed your forehead against his, eyes closed breathing each other in as time stood still, just you and him. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you most.” you whispered back. He smiled gently. You don’t know who leaned in first but it didn’t matter you felt his soft warm lips on yours.

He Feverishly kissed you like you’d disappear and slip out of his arms at any moment. His fingers tangled in your hair and your hands around his neck. He was holding onto you so tightly but so gently at the same time. He deepened the kiss and held you tighter somehow if that was even possible. Both your limbs entangled and you couldn’t see where your arms began and ended. He was being so gentle and tender with you like you were made of glass, he never forgot that you were still freshly, badly injured.

Coming up for air both of you panting, you rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes enjoying being in his arms and in his warmth and presence. “Please don’t blame yourself my love.” You told him, voice soft. “I don’t blame you and I don’t believe that what happened was in any way shape or form your fault.” “If anything I’m the one to blame, cause you told me it’s best to have protection with us and I said no and-“ “hey-hey, no, you’re not to blame for this. At all.” He backed away to look at you.

“You just wanted it to be me and you.” “And that’s valid.” “I know you’ve been stressed lately. And I know I haven’t been making it better with me always looking over my shoulder. But I promise you right here, right now I’ll do better by you. I swear it.” He looked at you intensely, eyebrows furrowed. “Pinky promise?” You lightly laughed, trying to lighten the mood, raising your pinky.

He chuckled and held up his own. “pinky promise.” He intertwined his pinky with your own. Then hugged your head firmly to his chest, kissing your hair.

[radioisntdead]

Hi I was wondering if you could do the vees seperate minus valentino falling for a person they had a one-night stand with. If you want maybe they couldn't find them for a long time only to find out they've been at the hotel?

Good evening my dear! Indeed I can!

TV faced prince and respectless social media princess try to find their Cinderella headcanons

Flat faced TV prince

Any sinner would've been lucky to got Vox where you did, unclothed and blue screening.

Any sinner would've begged to see him again but you? YOU HAD THE FUCKING NERVE TO GHOST HIM??

But seriously you had managed to not only get in this guy's sheets but leave him yearning for you? For your touch? For your voice? His heart aching to see you again?

He woke up fully expecting you to be there beside him, looking gorgeous and hopefully shirtless but NO, you weren't there! Maybe you were making coffee? Playing with Vark?

He looked around for you everywhere and you weren't there!

Maybe you had gone to work? He swore he rescheduled for you to have the day off, right?

Bro walks into his office only to see a letter of resignation.

You quit and fuckin' vanished after fuckin' him

How dare you, like have the decency to at least text him so he can find you?? You don't have to ask for another one night stand [two night stand??]

Just text him!! Wait do you even have his number? Does he have yours? Wait he does! Why didn't he think of it sooner? FUCK ITS NO LONGER IN SERVICE

You left him trying to find you for months! Months! He looked through countless security cameras, tried to find out where you lived, where you frequented,

Turns out you moved out three days before fucking him.

Turns out the places you frequented didn't have cameras. Just his luck

He was NOT going this far for some dumbass sinner who absolutely rocked his world one night.

He was not better then this!

So why was he obsessing over you? Absolutely fantasizing about the night you spent together, dreaming about it. Ruining several pairs of pants

Eventually he finally found you! Fighting for that stupid hotel on extermination day!

F U C K

Honestly sleeping with a Vee, not just any Vee but Vox, the CEO of vox tech only to move to the one place he has trouble getting to because of a certain deer? Power move.

Speaking of said deer did the two of you have anything? Obviously no right??? RIGHT???

Well after he blows a fuse he puts his big boy TV pants on, wears his best bowtie [probably hoping you'd be the one to take it off]

And heads to the hotel with a bouquet of flowers fully prepared to woo you into abandoning the chance of redemption, a chance to go pass the pearly gates in order to... Fuck the tv again???

Personally I wouldn't but you could if you want!

Respectless social media princess

Be her, go to an event, find someone you just instantly CLICK with, so much that you book a hotel room for the two of you and do the unholy dance of intercourse, you don't exchange numbers or socials just first names, you go to sleep after they clean you up and treat you like the princess you are fully expecting them to be there when you wake up,

ONLY FOR THEM TO BE GONE, leaving nothing but the scent of their perfume/cologne

Yeah you wouldn't be too happy about that would you??

Honestly she wasn't going to care, sure go AHEAD and leave her, whatever your loss.

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So turns out she DID care, because she found herself thinking of mysterious you! You treated her so, so sweetly, so nice. You made her respectless heart beat.

And so she spent months trying to hunt down and find your social media, honestly it was impressive you managed to invade her for so long.

She'd ask Vox for assistance but how can you ask if you don't have so much as a picture of the person you're looking for??

Honestly she was tempted to give up but wouldn't you know an ad came up for that stupid haz-what hotel and who was there? Looking just as amazing as the day she met and bedded you?

You!

Girl has never image searched and found someone's social medias so fast.

She stalks your social medias reading every sinstagram caption, watching every Vox-tok you made with your little hotel friends,

You weren't seeing any of them were you?? Because she'd be damned again if she was going to be someones sidepiece.

After stalking you for a good couple of hours she shoots you a message.

You'd better respond!

Good evenin' folks! I do hope you enjoyed these! I'm hungry rn and I'm supposed to be asleep, literally both parents told me to go to sleep early tonight and it's 3 am, I'm gonna go knock myself out now with mildly concerning ASMR thank you for tunin' on in and I hope you all have a wonderful night!

[morningsharksworld]

Neon Lights? PT.4

Hazard x PunkSinger! Reader

Summary: Hazard decides to take you somewhere else calmer.

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Hazard paced the garage, his heavy boots thudding against the floor. His leather jacket creaked as he moved, frustration etched across his face.

"Where the hell am I supposed tae take them?" he muttered, running a hand through his blonde hair. His accent thickened when he was annoyed, words coming out sharp and clipped. "Can’t be anywhere too fancy—don’t want them thinkin’ I’m some posh git. But it cannae be a dive either. Fuckin’ hell..."

Sitting cross-legged on the workbench, Boomslang smirked, her boots tapping against the metal frame. "Y'know, if you stopped overthinking this, you might actually figure it out” she said, her tone light, teasing. "Just take them to a café or somethin’. Nice and easy. Neutral ground."

Hazard stopped pacing and fixed her with a skeptical look. "A café? Are ye daft? That’s pure boring. What if they think I don’t give a damn?"

Boomslang rolled her eyes. "Haz, not everyone’s expectin’ explosions and chaos every second. It’s about keepin’ it chill. You don’t need to impress them with a parade."

He frowned, folding his arms across his chest. "Aye, but cafés... I dunno. Feels too... soft."

"Exactly why it’s perfect" Boomslang countered, smirking. "Show them you’ve got more than just the leather-jacket, gang-member act. Trust me, they’ll appreciate it."

Hazard let out a frustrated sigh but finally relented. "Fine, fine. A café it is. But if this goes tits up, it’s on ye."

Boomslang laughed, throwing up her hands. "Don’t worry, champ. If it bombs, I’ll buy you a round to drown your sorrows."

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The café turned out to be quieter than you expected. The warm, inviting lighting gave the place a cozy ambiance, the faint scent of roasted coffee mixing with hints of vanilla and cinnamon. It wasn’t the kind of spot you’d imagine Hazard frequenting—he looked out of place.You arrived first, settling into a booth tucked away in the corner. The barista had just brought over your tea when the bell over the door jingled. You glanced up, and your eyes widened at the sight.

Hazard walked in, but gone were the torn leather jacket and chains. Instead, he was dressed in a soft, oversized hoodie, sweatpants that looked like they might’ve come straight out of a lazy Sunday afternoon, and sneakers that were suspiciously clean. His blonde hair was tucked under a knitted beanie, and for once, his posture was relaxed, almost casual. He spotted you immediately, his face breaking into that familiar grin as he made his way over. “Hope I’m not late” he said, sliding into the seat across from you.

“Not at all” you replied, still trying to reconcile the Hazard in front of you with the one you’d come to know. “I just... wasn’t expecting this.”

He raised an eyebrow, his grin turning playful. “What, were ye expectin’ me tae show up in full Phreak gear? Thought I’d give yer poor heart a break today.”

You laughed, gesturing to his outfit. “I mean, I didn’t think you even owned sweatpants. You look like you’re ready for a Netflix marathon, not a café.”

Hazard chuckled, leaning back in his seat. “Can’t be struttin’ around in leather all the time—gets a wee bit much for the heat, and besides” he smirked, “I hear the ‘comfy’ look is all the rage these days. Figured I’d try tae keep up.”

You shook your head, smiling as you sipped your tea. “Well, it’s definitely unexpected. But I’ll give you this—it suits you.”

He tilted his head, his grin softening. “Aye? Well, maybe I’m just tryin’ tae impress ye.”

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth in your chest betrayed you. “Sure, Hazard. You’re definitely here to impress me, not because you secretly love a good cappuccino.”

He laughed, a sound that felt unguarded, real. “Ye’ve caught me. Fine. Maybe i do love a good cappuccino. But don’t tell the lads—they’d never let me hear the end of it.”

The conversation flowed easily after that. You talked about the chaos of tour life, and Hazard shared stories about his quieter moments with the Phreaks—nights spent fixing up their hideout, impromptu movie marathons and they’re helpful ‘charity work’.

“You’d like ‘em” he said, stirring the last of his coffee. “They’re a pain in the arse sometimes, but they’re good folk. Loyal. And they’ve got this habit of takin’ care o’ each other, even when they’re bein’ daft.”

“I can tell” you replied, resting your chin on your hand. “The way you talk about them—it’s clear you really care.”

He shrugged, but the flicker of vulnerability in his expression didn’t go unnoticed. “They’re family, aye? Maybe not by blood, but that doesn’t matter much. Ye look out for yer own.”

You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips. “I get that. Being on tour, my band and crew—they’re like family, too. It’s not always easy, but... you find ways to make it work.”

Hazard studied you for a moment, his gaze unusually serious. “Ye’ve got a good heart, love. That much is obvious.”

Your cheeks warmed under his compliment, and you quickly glanced away, pretending to focus on the menu. “And you’ve got a way with words, don’t you?”

Hazard could only lean back, arms resting casually on the table, but his gaze was sharp as it settled on you. “Y’know, I’m impressed with ye.”

You raised a brow, tilting your head slightly. “Oh? What for?”

“The way ye carry yerself” he said, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "On stage, ye're aw fire an' fury—screamin' yer heart oot like ye're ready tae tear the place doon. But offstage? Calm, collected, like nothin' could rattle ye."

You chuckled softly, running a hand through your hair. “Gotta keep the chaos contained somewhere, right? Besides, someone’s gotta keep things in order when the band’s running wild.”

And that he knew well off.

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As the two of you stepped out of the café, the cool evening air hit you like a sudden wave, causing you to shiver involuntarily. You hadn’t expected the drop in temperature, and the light jacket you’d thrown on earlier wasn’t doing much to keep the chill at bay.

Hazard glanced over, sharp as ever, and his eyes narrowed slightly. “Yer freezin’, hen?.”

“I’m fine” you lied, rubbing your arms for warmth.

“Ach, don’t be stubborn” he said with a smirk, already shrugging out of his hoodie. In one smooth motion, he tugged it over his head, revealing the black tank top underneath.

Your breath caught for a moment as you took in the sight of his broad shoulders and defined arms, muscles flexing slightly as he handed you the hoodie. It wasn’t flashy or overly showy—just solid, real strength that came from years of hard living.

“Here” he said, holding it out to you. "Won’t have ye catchin’ a cold on ma watch."

“Are you sure?” you asked, hesitating as you reached for it. “You’ll freeze without it.”

“I’ll manage” he replied with an easy grin, his voice low and warm. “Besides, I think I can handle a wee bit o’ cold better than you.”

Reluctantly, you slipped the hoodie on, the oversized fabric engulfing you in warmth. It smelled faintly of him—coffee, leather, and something undeniably Hazard.

“Better?” he asked, watching you pull the sleeves over your hands.

“Much” you admitted, your voice quieter now. “Thanks, Hazard.”

“No bother” he said, leaning back against a lamppost, the faint glow casting shadows over his sharp features. His tank top clung to his frame, and though he didn’t say anything about it, the slight curve of his lips told you he’d noticed you noticing.

“You’re not bad at this whole ‘gentleman’ thing, you know” you teased, trying to regain a bit of your composure.

He chuckled, crossing his arms in a way that made his muscles stand out even more. “Don’t let it get around, aye? I’ve got a reputation tae keep.”

You rolled your eyes, but the grin tugging at your lips betrayed you. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

As the two of you finally reached the point where your paths diverged, Hazard glanced at you one last time, his expression softer now. “Keep it, if ye want” he said, nodding toward the hoodie. “Looks better on ye anyway.”

“Don’t push your luck” you shot back, though the warmth in your tone dulled the sharpness of the words.

He laughed, the sound low and rich, and gave you a quick wink. “Worth a shot.”

Hazard walked beside you, his hands tucked into the pocket of his sweatpants. For a man who commanded a room with his presence, he was surprisingly unassuming now, blending easily into the quiet street.

“You know” you said, breaking the silence, “this was nice. A lot nicer than I expected.”

Hazard raised an eyebrow, mock-offended. “Ye thought it’d be terrible, did ye?”

“I thought it’d be... chaotic” you admitted with a grin. “But I’m glad it wasn’t”

“Well” he said, his tone teasing, “I’m glad I managed tae surprise ye. But I cannae promise I’ll always be this calm. Chaos is kinda my thing, after all.”

You laughed, pulling your phone from your pocket. “I think I can handle a little chaos. But I’m on the move again soon, so if you’ve got more surprises up your sleeve, you’ll have to text me about them.”

“Ye want tae keep in touch?”

“Why not?” you said with a shrug. “Tour gets lonely sometimes. Besides, it’s not every day I meet someone like you.”

For once, he seemed at a loss for words, his usual bravado faltering. “Aye, well... ye’ve got my number now. Use it whenever ye feel like it.”

“I will” you said with a smile. “I’ll try not to blow up your inbox too much.”

“Ach, blow it up all ye want” he replied with a grin, his confidence returning. “Better tae hear from ye than tae wonder what ye’re up tae.”

With that, the two of you exchanged goodbyes, and as you walked away, the oversized hoodie wrapped snugly around you, you couldn’t help but glance back once. Hazard was still standing there, hands tucked into his sweatpants pockets, watching you with an easy, unshaken confidence.

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New Message from: Hazard ☢️💜

“Before you run off, meet me at the usual spot. One last pint, one last chat, aye? Call it a send-off. Or maybe just me bein’ selfish and not wantin’ to wait months to see yer face again.

I want to take you somewhere nicer”

[spookythesillyfella]

HI SPOOKY... i've been meaning to ask you lately but haven't had the moment of my anxiety being nice to me, can you tell me a bit more about tony in your AU? or really maybe explain some dynamics to me? i've been eager to hear about others stories lately since i get inspired by others creativity generally speaking!! :) take your time replying and feel free to explain as much as you'd love to.. i really thrive off long paragraphs of explanation/nf UHH other than that just know i appreciate how supportive you are of me!!! thank you for everything and being one of my favorite mutuals on here!!! hope you rest well as well when you go to sleep. we're all here for you!!

OH YOU WANNA MEOW ABOUT TONY ???? ABOUT MR SIR MEOW ???? ABOUT THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE ????

ABSOLUTELY !!!!!!!!

so LETZ TALK CHARACTER RELATIONSHIPZ

ill talk about thiz in a sort of brief section since i really would like to reveal more about them through my writing projectz – tonie was chester'z younger sister ; he found her when toine was an individual with no home . no family . no support in the slightest . and thusly decided to take her in and . subsequently . take care of her – they became extremely close and the effectz of their relationship still leave a mark on the current day . as im sure you could've guessed

with sketchbook . tony iz equally az close . if not moreso – having went through the experience of lozing someone who he held onto so dearly . he only became more protective towards them . but also colder towards the outer world ; to tony . sketchbook iz exactly the one completely pure element left in the world

tony and colin are close . really close – they've been committed to one another for quite a while now ; they're a very loving pair . although at the beginning tony waz very on the fence about him [although he'z like that with every new perzon he meetz] – probably what bondz them together most iz the desire to help the other overcome their troublez – with tony trying to keep hiz partner safe and make sure nothing bad happenz to him . and colin trying to aid him in working through all theze intrusive and depressive thoughtz and tendenciez he exhibitz quite often

[sidenote . i have divulged a bit more about them in some fanfics . namely "The Frigid Breeze Should Take Your Mind Off Things" and "Dreaming..." . so maybe check them out if you even feel like it . or don't . itz up to you ..]

tony haz a very strange relationship with tracey ; since they hang around with people that tony doezn't really know very well and becauze they're away from home often . tony getz very frustrated over even the possibility that there'z a possible tragic event that he cannot prevent and / or being unable to say hiz final goodbyes . much like last time something akin to thiz haz happened – tracey . in turn . findz his worry to be pointless . and thinkz of him az just being overbearing and controlling ; they still acknowledge the fact it'z cauzed by an unstable mental state . but refuze to bring up the conversation with him

tony and shrignold have a less than favorable dynamic going on ; with tony'z fear of insectz and shrignold'z own terror of intimidating men that correlatez to his Father . they're stuck in thiz perpetual cycle of basically being afraid of being near one another and or touching each other [fun fact : becauze of the fact shrig iz set to be a god in the future . he'z a religious symbol . meaning that tony touching him for too long leadz to hiz skin burning – since he'z a vampyre still ahaha]

with brendon . tony getz along surprizingly well – not in a "oohh !!! let'z go and skip through flower fieldz and talk about how much we adore one another !!!" in a vain similar to sketch . but rather in a "i respect your talent and the effort you put into what you make – you have my full attention whenever you speak" ; the bond is mutual . az brendon also viewz tony az a figure of inspiration and even a sort of ideal – hopez that in the future . maybe he can end up az skilled at writing az tony

tony doezn't like larz

THANK YOU SOOO MUCH FOR THE ASK !!!!! i was honestly planning on going on an even longer rant . featuring detailz about tonyz backstory . but i realized that it would probably be too long and alzo very confuzing – i thought merely touching up on dynamicz and bondz would be best for now . especially since i hope to reveal more about my characterz through my writing X3

[bullet-prooflove]

Vanished!Series Part Four: Live Ammo - Mike Duarte x Reader (feat: Joe Velasco)

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When Mike finds you, you’re clad in a white haz-mat suit with a ventilator strapped over your head. He’s never been so fucking relieved because you’re standing in the midst of a fully operational fentanyl lab and every single person involved in the raid knows just how dangerous that is. When he does the walk through the crime scene, he finds himself standing in a side room with a camp bed and a bin that’s filled with energy drinks and fast-food wrappers. The outside of the door has three different locks on it. It’s very clear you’ve been held prisoner here not because your cover has been blown, but because you’re exceptional at what you do. The evidence of that is stacked up in bricks against the south wall, ready to be packed up and distributed.

“The Niners put pressure on Connolly to pay back the money sooner. It put him into a spin, he needed more product and needed it fast.” You tell Mike when you finally get outside into the fresh air. “He’s been working me eighteen hours a day. Locking me in before starting all over again the next day.”

You’re sitting on the kerb sipping from a bottle of water. It’s the first time you’ve been outside in almost two weeks and it’s nice to feel the breeze on your face. You’ve stripped out of the haz-mat suit and are clad in a white vest and black cycling shorts, your hair is pulled back into messy bun. You would literally kill for a shower.

“Can I… Can I use your phone to call Joe? I just need to see Leah.”

Mike kicks himself because that should have been the first thing he thought of. The problem is he has other concerns. You both left something unresolved during your last phone call, something important and right now it’s all Mike can think about. He slips his phone out of his pocket before handing it to you and stepping away to give you a little privacy.

You’re crying when he returns, and it breaks his heart because he fucking hates seeing you upset. He wraps his arms around you, clasping you close, his palms soothing over your back as you bury your face into his shirt. It’s been two months since you saw your baby girl and he can’t imagine how you must be feeling right now.

“Sorry.” You murmur, drawing away and wiping at your cheeks with the back of your hand. “She’s just got so big since I last saw her. Joe’s going to bring her home when we’re finished up here.”

Mike smiles sadly, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek.

“Mi Vida,” He says, his voice breaking just a little. “You know we need to talk about our other little one.”

You’d discovered you were pregnant again three weeks ago. It had started the same way it had with Leah, exhaustion, constant nausea, tender breasts. You were hoping it was the stress of the op but then you’d missed your period. You couldn’t believe it when that test had come back positive.

“My vasectomy failed.” Mike had told you during your last check in with him. “I checked with my doctor; all this time we’ve thought I was firing blanks, but we’ve been playing with live ammo.”

You both know what this means. There’s a very real possibility that Leah might not be Joe’s daughter and if that’s true…

It would be devastating for all of you.

“I’m scared.” You whisper, your hands smoothing upon the space where your new baby resides, the one that you and Mike made together. “All those fumes and chemicals…”

You had tried to be as safe as possible during your time in captivity, but you were cooking eighteen hours a day. You have no idea what you’d been exposed to during that time, how it might affect your unborn child.

“I know.” Mike says quietly, his forehead coming to rest against yours. “I’m scared too.”

Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[sgiandubh]

Jottings: Season 7, episode 6. A woman is... possibility

Contrary to what I usually do in here, just jotting down spontaneous impressions of the episodes, with no great pretension to anything, I had to re-watch Where The Waters Meet three times over last week. And it was all my fault, because this is truly a good and dense episode, that could have very well ended this half-season.

It also becomes more and more clear that my decision of not reading these damn books was a very poor choice. Probably because the storyline seems cramped, at times, I find myself gliding through moments and scenes with the very unpalatable sensation of bagging a munro without the right equipment. Not a good picture, I know. But bear in mind I just started Drums of Autumn and it already reads like a root canal intervention - sorry for the book purists. I should, however, hope to somehow catch up before part B of the season: no promises, though. If, by any stretch of my vivid imagination, I start to hear Herself's screechy voice in my head while reading, it immediately goes down the drain, despite my best intentions & effort.

But I digress. While Fort Ticonderoga is being evacuated with the help of the friendly Cherokees and their lightweight canoes, in Lallybroch there is a bit of fussing over Jemmy's cursing in Gaelic at school. Which leads to Roger being invited to give a wee lecture on the topic by a very enthusiastic Headmaster and yet another (Lord in heaven and all His cherubs) constipated domestic conversation with SS. The only cheerful thing about her is that self-assertive fringe, so 80s I could cry (I hate the Eighties with the passion I worship the Sixties, heh). And her grabbing me by the sleeve (Hello, people! Lookie here! I can haz acting! I am acting! ) every single time she has more than three lines on air is distracting and, again, annoying.

Walter Woodcock's demise instantly took me to Season 1, when that proud Scot was killed by the boar and Claire helped give him the good death he deserved. Not surprising at all, since the whole OL dynamic is a pendulum between loves, timelines and worlds.

The new Rollo dog looks less direwolfish than Rollo 1. #GoT, stopped watching upon Khaleesi's arrival at King's Landing. Never looked back.

Rob Cameron, you antagonist, you. That new acquaintance you instantly find too pushy not to feel suspicious about, and yet you can't afford to be irrationally rude to. Also, with no SS in sight, RR is pulling off his scenes quite fine & dandy, and with ease. What is that woman's dark secret? How can that be? Court is still in session, on this one. But give me more Hunters and less #Broger, dear God. I would take it any day, any way you see fit. I will be nice to everyone and take my vitamins. I will even consider jogging. But get them off my back, for Christ's sake!

Vandervaart. Consistent. Present. Owns his game. Elegant. Loved every single moment (Your servant, Madam - especially and for obvious reasons). A very, very good cast honoring both J and LJG. I can only fawn and paeans are not really my specialty. But I continue to be impressed and confident and I see great things for this talented kid.

Spoiler: I said yes, Claire. And just like that, with the click of the rifle's hammer, he tells her their whole world is yet again thrown upside down. Theirs is a dense scene, clearly dominated by S, whose mastery of voice and expression is once again flawless and thoroughly appreciated. She follows, at a - by now - completely symbiotic pace, but make no mistake: he gives her the cues. And I would take that subtle, unspeakable tenderness any day, gladly, if the writer's final choice was not to insist on what might be - perhaps unjustly - construed by some as geriatric porn. He still looks at her like that.

For that only, if not for all the rest, I will continue to watch it until the end. Because I feel you morally lose the right to criticize the moment you throw the towel and your opinion suddenly turns into bitching. Something I will most probably never do, as far as OL is concerned.

Onwards to Dreaded Seven. Let's see if I can be properly disgusted by poor acting yet again.

Credit given to @flllk. B&W is a great idea - the right kind of depth

[wri0thesley]

Hello Nat! I just wanna say that I’m so glad I’ve discovered your blog long ago bc it feels like a safe haven to indulge in fics with shy, soft (and chubby!), inexperienced readers. This is just based on conjecture, but I feel like reader inserts with a reader like that (especially if they are female) are seen as Mary sue-ish or cause characters they interact with to be ooc 😖 (even as yanderes!) it’s probs just me feeling like that though (maybe I should do an extensive research project on reader inserts lmao) Anyways, I hope you and Haz had a great time celebrating their birthday (and watching Barbie - I’m seeing it this Sunday, exciting)!

i see a lot of hate for inexperienced/shy readers specifically which makes me feel sad; i know some people do not at all identify with that, but i enjoy writing it and enjoy reading it so i am glad i can provide it for those who do!!! i simply like writing about Soft Readers because i too am very Soft both emotionally and physically!!

thank you so much, anon! i hope haz had a nice day (i did my best); i really enjoyed the movie so i hope you did too! <3

[glitter-tornado]

Flora and Fauna AU

@desbeauxjardins

Ooooh! Hohohoho!" Clio snatched the seed from her hand and stared at it in awe. "This might be a gift from the Goddess, sis! Right when our air device was broken, we get a new one!"

"Shhh!" Calliope shushed her sister, then turned to Haz'le. "Alright, Haz'le, you've earned your ticket into our ship. What about you, Vlad?"

The old man gulped and took a deep breath. "I've got nearly thirty years of experience piloting vessels across the universe. I've endured solar storms, black holes, quasars, you name it..."

"Hhhm." Clio rubbed her chin. "It would be nice to take a break from being the pilot all day... I think he can come, too."

"Sure." Calliope agreed, before smirking to Butterfly and Ja-xon. "I'm guessing that you have nothing but the loot of your investigation to share with us, mmh? What about the silent boy?"

"Yes, that's it..." Butterfly turned to Ja-xon. "He... he doesn't really have anything of value for you two, but he's key to my investigation."

"He gotta do something in the ship to earn his stay." Clio crossed her arms. "Is there anything he can do? Any skills or special talents that could be useful for everyone?"

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@glitter-tornado

Haz`le startled a little when Clio grabbed the seed from her hand. She opened her mouth in protest, then shut it quickly. She was allowed on the ship, but the seed would need care. They wouldn't be able to grow it properly without her.

She straightened a little when they asked if Ja-xon could do anything. Did they want to keep it a secret? Would they put Clio and Calliope in danger more if they told them or if they didn't? Better play it safe for now, at least while they were in public they could tell them more later... and hope they wouldn't be too mad.

"He helps me with the plants." She nodded towards the seed. "If you want that seed to grow you're gonna need both of us."

She gave Ja-xon's hand a squeeze. Is there anything else you'd like to add? She asked him silently.

[theeliampayne]

"Harry, love - when I said we should go out for a bit, I didn't mean this."

When Louis suggested a day out, he was hoping for some time to get fresh air. A walk in the park with Clifford, a bike ride - something peaceful to end the day. But Harry had other things in mind.

"What? Is there something wrong with looking for ladybugs? You said peaceful - it's not like we're going for a run. It's just ladybugs," Harry defended, crossing his arms over his chest.

Louis sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Look, Haz. I'm aware it's peaceful. But it's just - It's a bit of an odd thing to do, don't you think?"

Harry huffed, uncrossing his arms and letting them fall to his sides. "If you want to go get Clifford, you can. But I'm going to stay here and look for some ladybugs."

"Fine, fine. I'll stay with you. Although Clifford's going to be upset that we left him at the house while we looked for bugs," Louis gave in, continuing the walk down the park with Harry. "Not entirely sure why you want to do this, though."

Harry shrugged. "Why not? It's a nice change of pace from the usual busy evening. And ladybugs are nice."

Louis chuckled. "I guess they are, aren't they?"

"Good, now we're on the same page," Harry grinned. "Maybe we should do this every night."

"..I don't think that'll be happening, Haz. If we get some time, sure. Although it might get a bit old after a while."

Harry shrugged, slightly quickening his pace. "Look, right over there," he pointed to a group of trees. "That'll be a good spot for them."

The two continued to walk to the trees, sitting near one tall tree when they got to it. Harry crossed his legs, beginning to move his gaze around the oak.

"See anything?" Louis asked, watching Harry.

"Ah! Here we go," Harry's smile widened as he watched the ladybug crawl up onto his finger. "Want to hold it?"

Harry outstretched his finger for Louis to see the insect, watching Louis with expectant eyes. Louis slowly moved his hand toward the bug, pleased when it crawled onto his palm.

"See? Not so bad now, is it, Lou?" Harry asked, fondly grinning at his boyfriend.

Louis watched as the small creature moved around his fingers, jumping in surprise when it suddenly flew off. "Yeah, guess not."

"Alright, now, what do you want to do?"

"We can keep doing this if you want. I don't mind it much," Louis shrugged.

"No, Lou. What do you want to do? We can do whatever you'd like."

"Hm. Bit of stargazing, perhaps? Haven't done that in a good while," Louis suggested.

Harry kicked out his legs, setting his head on top of an arm as he lay down. "Sounds like a plan."

The two stayed there for a few hours, all their worries forgotten. The only thing that mattered to them right now was each other.

[jaydeswitchblade]

Henlo fren, how's it going down there in the southern hemisphere? 🙃 *me peeking over the edge of the equator*

You like such pretty and lovely things. I think you probably already know this, but I enjoy your blogging so much. I only see your posts from a certain time of evening until early morning (because of us being at opposite longitudes, as well) so I often wake up in the middle of the night or see your posts first thing in the morning and my dash haz a flavour. It's so nice having friends around the world. Enjoy your day night! 💀☕ (here's a cup of coffee, I made extra)

Helluuu! Things have been really tough, but I’m gonna keep pushing through. I really hope you’ve been well and are doing your absolute best!

This is so sweet, thank you so much. I always enjoy seeing your username pop up in my notifs and messages 🙂 Thank you for giving the blog some love, it kindly gives you love back. I tend to blog in the morning and late at night so that would make sense. 🧙🏻 Hopefully my posts don’t appear upside down since I’m in the southern hemisphere 🙃 *clinks coffee cup to you*

[asklarry-rp]

*chuckles and helps Li* Thanks. I think Haz will know better though. So how’s things going with being a newborn Dad? Everything you hoped for? -L

Honestly if he could just like kidnap Liam for a day and take him out I don’t know, whatever the hell those two like to do, I’d love that. I don’t want Li to think I’m having him fight my battles though by him being the one to talk to him about this instead of me. *leans over and looks at Em* Hi Princess. You comfy on Hazza’s belly? Nice and warm innit? Probably reminds her when she was still in my tummy. *smiles and tickles her stomach softly* I love her so much Harry. I didn’t think it was possible to feel so much love for someone but god, I do anything for her. I sobbed when I first held her in my arms. It kinda freaked Li out but it was so amazing. After growing her for so long and her finally out here with us, it was so overwhelming. In a good way though I promise. -Ni

[ellieisnothere]

Hey I'm here finally. So earlier I mentioned Lost Hope "Story details stufff" so I guess I'll do that. So the main gist of the story is, a different branch of humans (I guess call them demi-humans) but what Haz is The more animal like humans released a toxic gas that was supposed to kill all regular humans (at least political government official ones did released the toxin not actual demi-humans just the government people I don't know) but instead of killing humans the virus mutated them into horrible disfigured a monsters that don't think and only know eat (AKA killing something to eat) The infection then mutated to also be able to be in plants so stuff like tomatoes, potatoes, apples, oranges hell even some types of trees. So infected people/plants bleed black blood and that's usually a sign that it's infected. And lost hope takes place about 8 to I'd say 9 10 years after humanity collapsed so yeah and you're following five idiots trying to survive with no hope in sight. I hope this explains something at least I don't know That's just a basic gist that's not like the whole entire thingy but yeah ummm have a nice day I guess

Edit (I forgot to mention not all humans got infected usually stuff like not eating infected food or using a gas mask for spores will keep you safe so that's what humans who haven't been affected do M👍)

[cronaz-diary]

TW: Rape/death threats. If you're not in the right frame of mind, please delete or read this later - as much as I disagree with you I don't want you to hurt yourself.

hey i don't know if you even like... care about this. but lesboys frequently receive graphic death and rape threats. regardless of what your personal opinion is on us the least you could do is not add fuel to the fire. i personally have gotten countless death threats, a dox threat, and a couple rape threats from exclus. it's never okay to tell anyone to kill themselves. please try to make the internet a kinder place. the people you disagree with are human too.

thatz awful and ppl shouldnt be sending that to u i waz mostly refering to ppl who fetishize lesbianz or make fun of lesbianz in my post idk why ppl cant grasp that or deny it when itz so easy to find ppl do that (not referring to u just saying thiz so ppl who told me that doesnt happen stfu) i dont get lesboy still and think itz still a harmful term bc lesbian haz alwayz been a sexuality that isnt for boyz no matter how many ppl who sit on their computer all day say bc itz only like recently ppl tryna add men to lesbian (not he him lesbianz or genderfluid) which iz weird bc all these ppl say they wanna listen to elder queerz yet go on to listen to young bad ppl labelz r there for a reason and have meaning behind them and yea i shouldnt of said kys in my post but i waz upset and wasnt rlly thinking straight and upset bc i kept seeing ppl talk abt lesboyz and ppl using it to mock lesbianz and kept seeing ppl say they r it just bc they wanna get with lesbianz those ppl honestly should be away from like everyone they r actual freakz, all yesterday and still today im getting death threatz, rape threatz, slurz, called horrible shit and ppl being actually fucking stupid and when i tried fighting back no one cared abt those ppl oh no i waz the problem when im guessing most of these r adultz from the way they r talking, talking abt how tthey hope me, a 16 yr old child, should get raped and killed and calling me a dyke and lesbo which also most of these ppl arent lesbian so they never had a say in the first place, most lesbianz all dont like lesboy bc it goez against what lesbian iz therez already so many other termz ppl can use that isnt harmful to a group of ppl or made to hurt otherz or the ppl who say transmen can use it r also transphobic bc they r jsut calling transmen fake men or the transmen who use it dont wanna admit they r stright half the time and thiz frustratez me more bc u never see ppl make anything abt gay (mlm) but girlz so why do that for lesbianz? like i said therez already many termz ppl can use and already termz for butch so ppl need to stop harrassing me and otherz and instead be nice or dont say shit at all and educate themselvez

[love-aholic]

Dialouge for my regrėtevator s/i cuz I'm bored

Seize "Why thats the flora from the pansies and strawberries in my compartments good sir!"

Idle

"Parasite...what do they mean by parasite?"

"Why is everyone so erratic nowadays!?"

"Hmmm..."

"This music is loud and everyone is unbearable, I wish to go home!"

"So much has changed..."

"Is my scent really that strong?"

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Wallter "My sickly sweet comrade, may I inquire where that scent is coming from?"

Wallter "Why they smell so serene! Where'd you get them?"

Seize "From the forest of my home!"

Wallter "Ah, wood isn't my strongsuit."

"May you spare some for me? I could make tea out of such fine ingredients!"

Seize "I'm sorry sir but I need their scent for emergencies

Wallter "What emergencies call for this?"

Seize "..."

"None of your business. Good day sir."

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Seize "Why are you even here?"

Unpleasant "..."

Seize "You are far worst than any monster I've encountered"

"You do not deserve to smell of scent of cookies, you do not deserve to see the sun."

Unpleasant "..."

Seize "You are scum."

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Bive "WHAT IS THAT SMELL!? THE CLOWNS ARE RELEASING THEIR MIND CONTROL SPRAY!!"

Seize "Oh no, my fair lady! That is not spray, that smell is coming from my natural goods!"

Bive "That GOOP! THEY'VE TAKEN OVER YOUR MIND!!"

Seize "Oh no no no! They do quite the opposite I can assure you that!"

"I govern no one but myself!"

Bive "Hmmm."

"FINE!! But I got my eye on you!"

Seize "Whatever makes you feel safe ma'am."

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If you have a screen reader I am so sorry

Infected "**4ch00!!**:

"Y0 bRuv wut5 d@t Sme311?? >o<"

Seize "Those are the hyacinths and tulips in my backpack!"

Infected "D4t m4Ke5 M3 4LL3RG13S AcT up!1!!"

Seize "I am sorry sir, but I need these for my protection!"

Infected "Y???"

Seize "No, I'm not having this conversation."

"Just cover your mouth when you sneeze, I have a handkerchief."

"Please take it."

Infected "Thx!"

Seize "How disgusting and vile."

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PartyNoob "Seize!! Do u party?"

Seize "Oh, no, I'm not the biggest fan of loud places."

PartyNoob "Dats okie!!"

"We can hav a quiet party wit board games!"

Seize "That...sounds nice"

"Alright, send me the invite when it comes."

PartyNoob "Yay!!!"

"Maybe we can bring them along 2!!"

Seize "He doesn't like parties, we know that."

"But I can try to convince them."

PartyNoob "Yippeee!"

"Il make alll the apple fritterz and piez!!"

Seize "You're a good kid, you know that?"

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Seize "My fine wooden sir."

Mannequin_Mark "Speakin"

Seize "I can not thank you enough for helping in the restoration of my home."

Mannequin_Mark "No worries. Always happy to help a client!"

Seize "Its nearing looking what it did back in my time."

Mannequin_Mark "Yer home is very large, it'd getting me curious of what it was before."

Seize "It was...luxurious."

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Gnarp "WHAT A ZICKLY ZMELL!"

Seize "I'm sorry about my flora my furry gentlealien!"

Gnarp "Blegh!"

"That goop haz turned your face into a hideouz monzter!"

Seize "I can assure this goop is-"

Gnarp "ZTOP TALKING!!"

"Aztually keep that goop on! Youz iz probably uglier UNDERNEATH!"

Seize "..."

"I hope you suffer, you wretched hag."

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Prototype "Woah! Are you famous?"

Seize "I'm sorry?"

Prototype "My files say you have quite the career!

"You look so different!"

Seize "...yes, I suppose I was."

Prototype "Eh? What's wrong?"

Seize "It's been a while since I've had that fame."

Prototype "Oh I'm so sorry!"

"I didn't mean to-"

Seize "No need to apologize."

"Your programming is quite advanced, I'm surprised it recognized me."

Prototype "oh...OH! Thank you!"

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Seize "Pest, did you take the apples again?"

Pest "No."

Seize "You may have it."

"Remember if you need something you can take it.

Pest "..."

Seize "Just ask me next time."

Pest "わかった"

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Pilby "Gosh...that's a lot of fruits!"

Seize "Indeed, I apologize for the sickly smell they omit."

Pilby "O-oh no they smell nice!"

"..."

"C-can I have one?"

Seize "Well..."

"I suppose one won't hurt."

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Split "That's a large backpack, your back must be tired every day-sy!"

Seize "I'm sorry ma'am, did you say daisy?"

Split "It's just a fun pun I came up with!"

Seize "I see..."

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Seize "I apologize for the rude question mx."

"But what are you?"

FleshCousin "The ladies and gentlemen gallop around the merry go round for a surprise."

Seize "Pardon?"

FleshCousin "The gentleman hallow inside the shallow oceans of the meadows for the monsters lurk."

Seize "..."

"What monsters?"

FleshCousin "What a wonderful day sir, wonderful for the serenade!"

Seize "Shut up."

"Brainless parasite."

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Lampert "Are those fruits clean?"

Seize "I clean them with water everyday they're out."

Lampert "Do you keep them in a refrigerator?"

Seize "I...don't have a refrigerator."

Lampert "Refrigerators keep your fruits fresh for longer periods."

"Why don't you have one."

Seize "I live in a forest...sort of."

"There isn't any electricity."

Lampert "Are those rotting?"

Seize "I hope not."

Lampert "..."

"Hope?"

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DrRETRO "purr meow mew? (How's everything going sugar?)"

Seize "I ain't sick, but it could be better."

DrRETRO "miau mreow meow? (Whats wrong?)"

Seize "I can't sleep."

"The nightmares are coming back"

"...but they're different."

DrRETRO "hiss miau mraow maiu? (Whats different?)"

Seize "There's more figures than usual, there's a lady."

"It definitely isn't Cynthia or Marilyn."

DrRETRO "hissss mew? (You've seen our little dream nuisance too?)"

Seize "Our?"

DrRETRO "mraow mraor meow. (Me and 1314 have been experiencing this for quite a while.)"

Seize "He seen it too!?"

DrRETRO "mew meow (Perhaps we could plan something out later, all three of us.)"

Seize "..."

"That could work doc."

DrRETRO "miau mraow. (I'll talk to you soon David.)"

"(Remember to get proper rest.)"

Seize "I'll try."

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Folly "Well aren't you unique?"

Seize "..."

Folly "Such a sad miserable life you have."

"Perhaps I should free you of it."

Seize "Be quiet you foul woman."

Folly "I am offering you a deal."

"David. Kennedy."

Seize "How did you-"

"..."

Folly "You should join the starring cast one day!"

"You won't regret it."

[pureposer]

"Hey, gimme your hand for a sec?" It's not prolonged physical contact, just enough so that Hope can loop something around Hazuki's wrist. A charm bracelet, with one charm already on it and room for others should he ever want to add to it. The current charm on the bracelet is one that matches the phoenix symbol on his jacket, making it a nice matching accessory to the angel's favorite clothing item. "Happy birthday, Haz. Figured I'd make ya something nice for your special day. I made cupcakes too, if you want one of those."

@hopeful-hugz

Although slightly hesitant, Hazuki had held his hand out with his head tilted. He was moreso curious as to why, especially when he watched her do such. And upon realizing what it is, his eyes widen as he held his hand up, hand limp as he gazed at the accessory, even noticing the Matching Phoenix. He made a sound of amazement, eyes sparkling. His obviously very happy and obviously extremely thankful, yet too amazed to show it. Yet he managed a Small "Thank you" out, not wanting to seem rude - not to Hope.

But even still, he gave a Slow nod, accepting the offer of a Cupcake. He doesn't know what a CupCake is, but it sounds great!