#I already have a Wiggly and I need the rest of them

[celestial-moths]

I know that official dolls of the other 4 Lords in Black were never made for mass production, since Wiggly is the only one whose face is made of plush material, while the others' faces are made of some kind of hard modeling material, but... I hope Team SK know that I will absolutely spend another $200 to have the whole set.

[bbokicidal]

First Times The Charm? | OT8 [SKZ]

Notes : This was a Drabble request someone sent in, so it's short, to the point, and simple. Hope you enjoy! Genre : Smut Warnings : 18+ Content Req : Giving SKZ head for the first time. <- But I altered it so it's not just 'you giving skz head for the first time' and rather, it's 'you giving skz their first head experience EVER.'

Chris :

He's so... so vocal. Constantly groaning, his voice low in his throat and gravely as if he'd just woken up. He's in Heaven, his head tipped back on the office chair he sat in. He's death gripping the poor arms of the chair, knuckles bright red from the flush that had covered his entire body. He, politely, refuses to touch you - partially because he's a little scared to and partially because he doesn't think he can move.

Minho :

In shambles. His body has a habit of trembling each time you take him in your throat and he swears he's never felt anything so good in his life. He's laid back in his bed, one arm draped over his eyes while the other sticks by his side, fingers splayed in your hair; gently pushing your head down each time he needs a little more. You learn very quickly he's a bit of a head pusher.

Changbin :

Stiff as a rock, but also a little tense and unsure. He's so shy seeing you between his fucking thick ass thighs already, his ears bright red and his cheeks warm with excitement. He loves it, he really does, he's just - He's got a bad habit of being a bit jumpy when people touch him. So when you go all the way down on his dick and deep throat him? His thighs snap shut around your head and he nearly suffocates you, not realizing it had happened until you have to slap his stomach and make him let you go. Not that it was that bad of an experience. You'd die happy there.

Hyunjin :

All vocals. Moaning, whining - even chuckling as you slurp on his cock. He's a bit arrogant when it comes to you giving him head. Even though it's his first time getting head from anyone, he's cocky about his size as it bulges in your throat and makes you choke. When he gets closer to release though, he's all breathy and sucking in air, biting his bottom lip as his hand rests atop your head.

Jisung :

So wiggly, so squirmy. Full of the jitter bugs as you go down on him. He's whiney. Very very vocal, very loud - so loud in fact that Minho has to tell him to shut up from the next room over. He gets all embarrassed, sliding his sweater sleeve over his hand and pressing it to his mouth to muffle his whimpers that escape. Also Lowkey fucking up into your mouth because he just can't keep still. Will ask you to eat his ass afterwards.

Felix :

Extremely laid back. The master of acting like he's had it before but you can tell by the blush dusting over his freckles that he's never had it done to him before. (He also told you that, but.) He's lounging back in his gaming chair and he's adoring the sight of you sucking on him like a lollipop. He loves the sounds you make, the soft moans and the wet noises from your tongue dragging on his cock. And he's a bit vocal too - all low moans and huffs of breath escaping his lips. He's very chill about it, but by the time he's coming down your throat his hands are on the back of your neck and he's humping your face.

Seungmin :

Refuses to touch you because he's shaking so much. He's near silent most of the time but he can tell that when you pause to look up at him for a reaction, he'll nod as quick as he can so you know it's perfect. He's falling apart under your touch, lying in his bed and subtly rocking his hips up into your mouth because of how much he loves it.

Jeongin :

Tou.chy. Touchy!! He's all over you, can't keep his hands to himself. At first he's cupping your face, but then he feels like he's in the way of your work so he's just resting them on your shoulders then. But then he feels like he's pushing you, so instead he busies himself with gathering your hair and pulling it back - and he's got big enough hands so it's easy for him. And when he blows, he places a hand around your throat to gently push you away so he can paint your pretty face with his cum.

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Read II

England Lionesses x Child!Reader

Mary Earps x Child!Reader

Summary: There's a reason you don't have sugar

You hold reading lessons every day at camp because you want the rest of the England team to not be knuckleheads anymore and to prove Mikey from school wrong.

It's not easy to learn how to read so you know you need to come back to make sure everyone has been keeping up with their learning because that's what Mummy and Daddy do to you.

They started teaching you how to read very early so you were fairly advanced when you went to school.

You think Mikey's just jealous because you're a good reader and he's a bad one but, still, you want to make sure to prove him wrong.

Mary always says the best revenge is proving haters wrong. You don't know if Mikey's a hater but you'll assume he is because better safe than sorry.

You've done a good job at teaching everyone though because Maya, Millie T and Tooney all give you some sherbet sweets. They make your mouth go a little tingly when you try them but you like that feeling so the three of them keep feeding you more.

They're responsible for you while Mary's getting the last bit of treatment before you all get on the coach to go to the stadium. Usually, someone else is responsible for you but you did a quick reading lesson for Maya and Millie with Tooney as your assistant so they're supervising you before the journey.

You decide that you really like the sherbet straws they give you and Maya dares you to see how many you can finish before you have to go.

You don't count but it's definitely a lot.

Enough for you to feel super hyped when you're finally reunited with Mary. She's picked out a set of four seats with a table and she's already got your rucksack full of books open for you to pick from.

You're very advanced in your reading for such a young kid but even you struggle a little bit. Now that you've taught Mary to read, she can read very well from the books that are a bit too complicated for you right now so she's in charge of reading them to you as you drive to the pitch.

"Er..." You say as you look at the selection," That one."

"Alright," Mary says, cracking open the book and clearing her throat. She gets about halfway through before she notices how wiggly you're being. "Hey, rugrat, do you need the toilet?"

You frown. "No. Keep reading, Mary."

"Are you sure? I can take you."

"No, Mary. My book, please."

"Alright." Mary keeps reading but she's acutely aware of the way you keep wiggling in your seat.

You seem to think you're fine though. Or, at least, you don't think you need the toilet which is Mary's main worry.

"Okay," She says finally," Go and find someone to hang out with. I need to talk to Tooney."

You seem all too happy to scamper off, practically throwing yourself at Beth across the aisle.

"Tooney!" Mary snaps, interrupting the conversation she and Alessia are having.

"Jesus, Mary! You scared me there!"

"What did you give my sister?" Mary demands," She's never been like this before."

"Like what?"

"Like that!"

Mary points over to where you've decided it's a funny idea to crowd surf over the girls at the front, who are bouncing you a bit as they pass you off to the girls sitting behind them.

"She doesn't do that! She's also not wiggly on the bus! What did you give her?"

Tooney winces. "I gave her nothing!"

Mary narrows her eyes. "What did you let Millie and Maya give her?"

Tooney's eyes dart to them quickly before she clears her throat. "I've got the right to remain silent! Anything I say or do can be used against me in a court of-"

Mary's already moved off before Tooney can finish and she crosses the coach to confront the other two. "I'm not interested in excuses. Tell me what you've given my sister."

Her gaze is clearly intimidating because Maya and Millie fold instantly and Mary's on her way back to her seat, easily plucking you from someone's arms to set you back down next to her.

It seems most of the sugar rush has disappeared now but then another problem makes itself known.

The bus goes over a series of bumps and you make a little aborted movement forward.

Mary recognises the action and whips out a plastic bag. "Here, rugrat," She says," Let it out. Let it all out."

She rubs your back as you throw up. It takes a lot longer than usual to hurl up your guts and Mary narrows her eyes over the top of her seat to look at Millie and Maya.

This is all their fault, Mary knows it.

It's because of all of the sugar you've consumed that you've thrown up so bad and, as she ties the bag shut, Mary briefly contemplates throwing it at Millie and Maya.

"Juice, please," You say and Mary hands it to you," Sorry, Mary."

"It's okay," She says," It's not your fault. Do you want to continue your book?"

You nod, leaning against your sister, energy drained. "Yes, please."

[wheneverfeasible]

🧠 🪱 WIGGLY WEDNESDAY 🪱 🧠

Thanks for the tag @stervrucht ! Ended up writing this on my lunch and hiding in the back at work lmaoooo

Because today I’m thinking about…children’s entertainer Eddie Munson and single parent Steve Harrington…

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This is definitely a modern au. Eddie did the whole band thing in high school, and they still get together and play in bars and occasionally at events and things, but now Eddie’s music is…different.

Like…think Johnny Karate different.

Except he’s still Eddie. He still dresses in darker clothing, still keeps the metal influence in his music, it’s just all kid appropriate nowadays. He sings songs that are inspired by DnD and fantasy novels he loved growing up, like The Hobbit and The Last Unicorn. He even has a couple children’s books out based on his songs and stories. (His buddy Jeff illustrates them.)

Now, Eddie’s biggest fan happens to be Dustin Henderson, the young friend of single parent Steve Harrington. Dustin is actually a fan of Corroded Coffin as well, which is how he learned of Eddie’s children entertainment persona, The Freak (so named to show kids it’s good to be different), who sometimes dresses up like a court jester, especially when working a kid’s birthday party, crowning the kid as king or queen or anything else their little heart desires.

Steve has two little kids, twins, a boy and a girl. Their fifth birthday is coming up and Dustin convinces Steve to hire Eddie. After much heeing and hawing, Steve finally agrees, if only because Dustin gets the kids to whine about it too, and Steve honestly can’t say no to any of kids, even the ones that are only fiveish years younger than him.

Eddie comes, dressed in his understated jester costume, and the kids absolutely adore him. He all but beams when the boy staunchly proclaims he wants to be a princess, not a prince, and the little girl decides she wants to be a goblin. But a good one. Eddie grins and tells her to watch out for enchanted crystals.

The kids then decide that if the boy is a princess, then that makes their dad the king, and Eddie grins even wider and flourishes an adult size crown for just this sort of occasion. After a lot of complaining about his hair, Steve finally agrees to wear the crown, feeling oddly flushed when Eddie gets close enough to set it on top his head.

“Don’t worry, darling, I won’t mess your hair up too badly. Not until you ask me too,” he whispers just for Steve to hear and winks, even as he quickly jumps away because rule number one is never flirt with a parent when he’s on a job. Something about the single dad is just a little too much for Eddie’s self-restraint, however. Both are blushing.

The rest of the party goes on well, he even gets most of the adults to join in on the ridiculous and repetitive titles, and maybe he showboats a little with his guitar riffs, but Steve’s eyes have barely left him the entire time, and only then when he needed to keep his eyes on the kids.

Eddie is paid and leaves, like he’s supposed to, though not without giving out his business card to some of the other attending parents who want to hire him as well for their own kids’ birthday parties. All in all, a successful night. He gives one last glance at Steve and then he’s gone.

…

Time passes, yeah? Steve can’t stop thinking about Eddie. Eddie can’t stop thinking about Steve. They both think that’s the end of it.

And then Dustin, matchmaker extraordinaire who clocked that shit immediately because Steve hasn’t looked at anyone since the kids, convinces Steve to go to a bar with him where a live band is playing.

The band?

Why, what else but Corroded Coffin.

And the lead guitarist? Well he just happens to look beautifully familiar.

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rip fartbuckle

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[ohbo-ohno]

i wanna know ghoap's individual reactions to them finally breaking the reader, maybe the reader's been bratty all day long, refusing to play with the new toys simon got for her or sulking when johnny tries to play dress up using her, maybe simon's getting a little pissed and just pulls her onto his lap, she struggles, but then a warm, calloused thumb to her clit, rubbing gently, with his hot breath against that sensitive part her neck has the stiffness suddenly melting, and simon's eyes spark with GLEE as he sees her own eyes glaze over and she whines and pushes her hips further into his hands. god that would be so fun. but i'm not sure how this would work out for johnny

i need an oxygen machine

Simon's a little tired that day, doesn't quite have the energy to force you to submit, to force you into the soft headspace they want you in. So when you gripe and bitch he just grabs you, dragging you over on top of him without a word and ignoring your complaints. He curls you into him, scoops your legs up and tucks your feet under one thigh, has your ass planted on the other and rests his arm behind your back to give you support. You get a little wiggly and he doesn't even say anything, just growls out a low noise against your temple and sneaks his free hand between your legs. You go all stiff in his arms, and he strokes a little. Nothing much, just enough for you to feel the sensation, feel where he is. And you just break for him. Go fully limp in his arms, legs falling open and head falling to his neck as you let out a little keen, burrowing your face beneath his jaw and panting. He can't fuckin' believe it. He tugs you even closer, rubs just a little faster and pets up and down your back, mummering to you there you go, sweetheart. that's nice, isn't it? bein' so good for me, so soft. lettin' me be nice to you, so good. isn't this good? don't you like bein' good for me? that's my girl.

it would take a little more for johnny. you've got your guard up around him in a different way than you do with simon. you know what's happening with simon, have at least a bit of an idea what he'll do to/with you. but with johnny you've got to always prepare for the unexpected, so you sort of tiptoe around him a lot. the moment he thinks he's actually got you is just a lazy saturday afternoon. simon is napping on the couch, and johnny pulls you into the kitchen with him to make a cake. no reason, he just wants to do something with you, and it's rainy and gross out so he can't even take you on a walk anywhere. you're a little softer that day, had been good and not need any scolding or punishments, so your walls are lowered. you make the cake together from a box mix, johnny drawing the process out to spend as much time with you as possible. he picks you up by the hips at one point, drops you onto his feet and holds your hands as he dances the two of you around. it's silly, and johnny's singing terribly as he does it, all dramatic and loose, pulling your body along with his and not even making you take a step. you can't help but laugh, loud and full. johnny's heart stops when he hears it, and he quickly turns, pushing your back into a counter. you cut yourself off, staring up at him in surprise, and he gets so panicked, worried he's lost you already. so he does the first thing that comes to mind - dips his finger in the bowl of batter next to you and swipes it onto your nose. you lose it, already in a good headspace. you just burst out laughing, tears welling in your eyes. he can't even laugh with you, just stares down all wide-eyed at your euphoria. it's then that he knows it'll all be ok. you can be happy with them <3

[thepunkmuppet]

I have spent so much time thinking about the miss holloway musical WHICH THEY HAVE ALREADY WRITTEN and I need to spill my thoughts about it

there is no point or end to this it’s just a brain fart of all the thoughts I’ve been having so enjoy I guess lmfao

“backstory”. it will be about her backstory. was she an 80’s music star who sold her mortal life for fame in a deal that backfired on her?? or was she a woman with the gift about to be hanged by the hatchet men who saved herself by making that same deal?? HOW FAR BACK DOES THIS GO IS WHAT IM ASKING WE KNOW FUCK ALL ABOUT THIS WOMAN

if it’s the former, I would love to maybe have mariah as casey (the girl with the gift in the witchwood who asked for her autograph) be an actual character who holloway maybe tries to help. also kim singing 80’s songs fuck yeah

and if it’s the latter then,,, oh wow. some heavy musical numbers, a shitload of hatchetmen / church of the starry children lore, and maybe another form of the lords in black (maybe the creepy hooded figures that we see drawn in the black book???)

also sorry EDIT I just looked at this picture again and the middle one (probably wiggly) is holding a knife. there’s no fucking way that’s not the black blade this is absolutely miss holloway guys omggggg

I would love to see this scene on stage with kim!!!! this would make 5 different forms of the LIB that we’ve seen / heard about (dolls, teens / humans, their true forms, wiggly in made in america, and whatever this is). I’m just imagining you see these black hooded figures, and then in the pro-shot you get a good look inside their hoods… and their faces are NOT human. like just imagine a massive purple eye staring out of one of those hoods, maybe even moving and blinking, a cool animatronic thing. SO CREEPY!! I also love the idea of switching up the actors again - I love jon so much as wiggly and I don’t think they would change him bc of his voice, but with the rest of them I think any actor can play a LIB which opens up so many possibilities…

I also would love to know how miss holloway met duke, and potentially even how many times they have met and then he had to forget her. considering the fact that we now have weird lore about his dad in 2005, did she know duke when he was younger?? did she help him out when he was a teenager, or help his dad?? is it a family thing, like she’s vowed to watch over the keane family or something??

duke’s dad is a big part of this tbh, because what a random insane lore / backstory drop, like WHAT? I genuinely have no idea what douglas keane sr’s murder could be about, except that it ties in to duke and to wilbur. and shows that 2005 is SO DAMN IMPORTANT

2005 was the year hannah was born, the year the portal to the black and white was created, the year wilbur cross went insane and became a disciple of the LIB, the year miss holloway took on the mantle of “miss holloway”, and (very likely) the year miss holloway and wilbur fought. so i think it’s safe to say that the musical itself will be set in 2005, which to me means macnamara and wilbur backstory alongside holloway and duke, which is very very fun

I like the idea that wilbur and macnamara were canonically together, and I really want to see pre-LIB wilbur. I also love the idea of macnamara and holloway working together or even becoming friends - despite being set a decade and a half before nightmare time, it would feel like the culmination of the two hanging plot threads / overarching arcs to me. also the idea that it was holloway who introduced macnamara to the paranormal and therefore essentially set up PEIP and doomed wiley is some juicy stuff that I would LOVE to see, especially if either macnamara or wiley lived in hatchetfield as kids and miss holloway helped them, inspiring whichever one of them to set up PEIP

ok so leading off of that I have a clear vision of a potential final scene that is driving me insane, and that’s the main reason why I patched together this post.

the final scene is the fight between miss holloway and wilbur, the one that happens in every single timeline.

and the basic idea is that we see both fights at once. there’s a song, and the stage is like black friday and spies are forever, with a level above the stage the actors can walk up to and stand on. joey and kim sing, and do their bit on the stage, but above the stage there are either doubles or a projection, mirroring the choreography. only in the pro-shot version, they would splice in joey and kim playing both pairs, which I just think would turn out looking really awesome despite being tricky to pull off live.

and yeah basically at the exact same time, one wilbur stabs holloway, and the other holloway stabs wilbur, creating a gorgeous visual representation of the newly splintered timelines.

either that or they do a trail to oregon and just do a different ending each night, and then splice them together in the pro-shot like I was saying. but I personally prefer the first one, if they’re able to pull it off and make it look good

and duke shows up just after that, having followed miss holloway throughout the story so far. and in the universe where wilbur’s dead, miss holloway makes him forget it all, hence this being the year that she takes on the new name and the fact that we know he has forgotten about her / her true past before. and then in the universe where holloway is dead, he holds her as she dies in his arms. bonus points if we get dying holloway saying “please don’t forget me” and living holloway saying “you have to forget me”. oh and just to be cruel, both dukes saying “I could never forget you” at the same time :) stew on that for a bit. yeah. fuck you I guess lol I woke up and chose violence today apparently

the idea of the two of them finding each other again after that in some timelines is just gorgeous to me, especially given the fact that NMT3 seems to suggest them finding each other AGAIN after she needs to make him forget. truly star crossed lovers they are so insane for this

in summary I guess what I’m trying to say is I think it will include miss holloway’s full backstory and then be mostly set in 2005, and centre around the opening of the black and white portal (macnamara and wilbur), miss holloway meeting duke (wilbur murdering duke’s dad, possibly something with lex and hannah if duke was already a social worker) and eventually the big fight between holloway and wilbur, ending in the audience seeing both potential endings. also obviously a reference to hannah’s birth because that seemed to be some kind of catalyst. thank you for coming to my utterly deranged ted talk goodbye

[botanicallyinclinednerd]

During The Summoning, when Wiggly first answers Steph that in exchange for getting rid of Max he wants what she cherishes most, he's not looking at Steph. He's staring at Grace. "Oh you'll hardly miss it. We just want what you cherish," is said while staring right at Grace, it's only on "most" that he switches his gaze to Steph. Throughout the rest of the scene, his gaze keeps pointedly switching to Grace, even though he seems to be addressing Steph. He barely looks at Pete except to do the thing with his hair. No, he's focused on the girls. He's taunting Stephanie, and he's watching Grace to see if she catches his drift. Catches what she could give up so Steph doesn't have to.

I dont think the LiB cared either way if Grace or Steph ended up sacrificing what they cherished most. No matter what the outcome, the LiB win. If Steph gives up what she wants most, Pete dies, Steph is broken, and Tinky gets Pete for his toy box. If Grace gives up her chastity, then she has willingly corrupted herself for the LiB's whims, and as we see, it leads to her going mad with power and continuing to use the book. (I don't think they even expected Pete to give up Steph, which is why he was barely addressed. That would be a wild timeline.) And there was a chance that both of them would end up giving up what they cherish, without knowing the other had already paid the price (It's not what happened, but it could have. Can you imagine if Grace had already fucked Max to Hell but Steph and Pete didn't know, and she ended up shooting him without needing to? The LiB would have been delighted.) No matter what, they win and the nerds lose something.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

oh my god, lea, i just read your new installment of the devil/angle au…IT WAS SOOOO GOOD AND THE STOCKHOLM SYNDROME ASPECT IS 😙 ❤️❤️❤️❤️

so I was thinking reader does “catch up” and loves Steve and Eddie…BUT SHES NEEDY…EXTREMELY NEEDY!!! Constantly asking them to fuck her and begging not to stop….the boys are so awestruck and look at each other like, “she’s a fucking dream.”

A/N: when i tell you the thing my legs just did reading this? so wiggly, so just AAAHHH ♡ 

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“I thought you said you just wanted to sit in my lap,” Steve chuckled at the way your hips desperately rocked down against his thigh, none of your attention on the quickly forgotten movie buzzing on the other side of the dim living room. 

“I’m sorry,” you whined as you felt your body tremble against the dull pleasure your pathetic efforts granted you, “please just l-let me have it, have anything.”

“Now? You want more already?” Eddie’s eyebrows shot up, “babe, I thought you needed a break, it was pretty clear, I mean that’s why we’re watching this shit with you,” he gestured to the screen. 

Rotating your form so that each of your legs could drape over the devil’s beside you, the rest of you stayed nuzzled against Steve’s warm body, “please Eddie,” you whimpered, begging him as your feet nudged against the growing bulge in his pants, “please help me.” 

Sluggishly your thighs fell to either side revealing the still exposed and dripping mess under your dress, invitingly glinting up at the devil. Your fingers couldn’t help but connect to your core like a magnet, your dazed expression burring itself in the crook of Steve’s neck. 

“Please, you know it doesn’t work if I try and do it myself anymore,” you blinked at the angel through your pout, “please don’t just leave me like this.” 

After sharing a quick look, you then yelped giggly as you felt their familiar spectral tendrils wrap around your hips and yank them up, your dress flowing down around you, exposing your already used cunt completely to them as they pulled it into the light, lending the rest of you to land face first in the lap you had just recited in.

Breathing in your stained juices as you eagerly nuzzled your face into the obvious tent looming over you from this odd angle, you let out a muffled moan against the angel’s jeans as you felt their hands softly find your sensitive folds. 

“Look at that…” Steve purred as his palm ran over the angry bruises and stripy marks staining your thighs, “after all of that earlier, you still want more?” he gently ran his fingers through your flush puffy pussy, your body instinctively jerking at the overstimulation. 

“Please, please, please, I feel so empty without you two! I don’t care if it’s gonna hurt now, I just wanna feel you,” you then winced quietly at the stinging soreness as Eddie's thick finger filled up your trembling hole, still so creamy from before, “thank you, t-thank you!” you gasped, “I love you, I-, oh my god!”

Sliding his own long middle finger in beside his partner’s, overpowering the movie’s soundtrack with the sloppy music of your needy cunt, Steve then caught Eddie’s eye, chuckling lightly in amazement, “holy shit… she-… she-”

“She’s a fucking dream, that’s what she is,” the devil finished, sounding just as astonished, “an actual, living, breathing dream.”

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[onboardsorasora]

Its been a little while methinks, here's how our little family is doing @mael-bloggy

Hidden Pregnancy AU | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Part 5

Daniel groaned and grunted into a sitting position on the couch. He needed to pee. He was only in his second trimester, but Lily-Grace had already found the perfect spot to rest on his bladder. His oh so graceful roll out of the couch was less of a lurch and more of an application of physics. 

He got out of the bathroom in time to catch Ava crawling with a purpose down the short hallway. She didn’t even pause to giggle at him like normal but Daniel couldn’t fight his own coo. 

“There’s my big girl!” Lewis’ voice was excited and proud as Ava reached him. He scooped her up and threw into the air and they both relished in the excited sound of her screams. 

Daniel leaned against the wall, a hand resting on his bump, and he watched them. 

They’d found out the sex of their little one accidentally, Lily-Grace had been particularly wiggly that ultrasound appointment and had only calmed when Lewis started talking to her. Much to the amusement of their technician. 

Her name had come that night while they put Ava down for bed. They’d known immediately.

“How’s our little Lilypad today?” Lewis asked, kissing Daniel’s lips.

“Calm waters today.” Daniel grinned and rubbed his belly. Lewis grinned back and kissed him again, then kissed Ava’s forehead.

“Do you want to get some ice cream?” Lewis smiled when Daniel became excited. 

“Do you think they have the brownie one today?” Daniel threw his head back in a moan, he’d been craving that flavour for two days now.

Lewis bit his lip to distract himself, Ava slapping his face also helped. 

They collected everything they would need for the short walk; Ava’s bag and stroller, wallets, Roscoe’s leash and most importantly– shoes. Then they were off. 

Lewis admired Daniel as they walked through the park, his bump was covered with his favourite sweatshirt that he stole from Lewis, his shorts were also stolen and the beanie that he covered his sleep wild curls with was also Lewis’. The alpha preened, nothing made him happier than his omega taking comfort in his scent and presence. 

Daniel veered off their path with a giggle as Roscoe tugged him towards some kids. He got a hearty round of pets before Daniel led him back to the rest of their family. Lewis couldn't help his fond smile if he tried. They continued walking, bumping shoulders and chatting about nothing, Daniel slipped his free hand into Lewis’.

There was a line for the ice cream truck, but Lewis bypassed it all to step to the pick up window. “Picking up for Hamilton.” He spoke, raising his phone to show his confirmation screen. He’d made the order while Daniel got ready, wanting to make sure that the popular flavour didn’t sell out before they got there. He accepted their treats with a smile of thanks and turned to see Daniel watching him with a look on his face that made Lewis ache with love and affection. He knew it was mirrored on his own face.

They found a bench away from everyone and Lewis offered his pregnant omega his treat, Daniel all but trilled his pleasure and dug in happily. Lewis watched him take his first bite and close his eyes in bliss. 

“Lew, you’re the best, y’know that?” Daniel sighed and leaned into Lewis’ space.

“For you, always.” Lewis kissed Daniel’s forehead and dipped into his own cup, agreeing wholeheartedly that the ice cream shop that ran this truck knew their shit.

“You got sorbet today?” Daniel asked, eyeing the bright yellow scoops in Lewis’ to go cup.

“I couldn’t help it, the mango tastes like I picked it off the tree myself.” 

“Trade?” Daniel asked, scooping a little of his nondairy brownie ice cream onto his spoon. He offered it hopefully to Lewis who rolled his eyes playfully and scooped offered his sorbet. “That’s incredible.” Daniel wiggled happily. 

Lewis watched him fondly as he rested a hand on his belly. 

“I think the Lilypad likes it too.” Daniel grinned. Lewis rested his hand beside Daniel’s, face morphing into delight at the small flutters. He couldn’t wait to meet her.

[breadstraightfromthewell]

I don't know if anybody has already thought about it

but circus-themed Lords in Black (and Webby!)

so like, either they just have these circus-themed looks when they appear in human form, or The Black&White is this great travelling circus that comes to Hatchetfield several times a year, and where, if someone were to look a little bit closer, something suspicious is going on

Wiggly is the ringmaster; he runs the circus, introduces the rest during the act, and also comments on their performances. he would also be the one to choose volunteers if they were needed and invite them onto the stage

he also orders the Sniggles who run around and perform smaller acrobatic acts like contortion, hand walking, or even human pyramid maybe

Pokey has the appearance of a mime, but his role in the circus is of a puppeteer and ventriloquist. he makes intricate performances with many puppets, often staging musicals. he doesn't speak, but he uses his puppets to say things for him

Nibbly overall performs all the acts connected with eating. Sword swallowing, fire eating, insect eating, glass eating. he could also do some strongman acts, I think

Tinky is a clown and does all the usual clown bits like physical comedy, some juggling (with little yellow boxes that look a bit like rubic cubes, wonder what they are). he also does two magic tricks: the 'sawing a woman in half' and the sword box trick

Blinky is mostly a technician and observes what's happening, but he sometimes also performs magic acts and illusion tricks, and also sometimes does tricks with a cyr wheel and chinese yo-yo

Webby is an acrobat. she performs mostly in air; all the tricks with tightrope walking, and also slacklinig, etc. she also does the spanish web and aerial silk

i'm thinking about maybe trying to draw designs for them but we'll see how it goes haha

[m00nymonster]

Birthday

Prompt: present

What do you give a spaceship?

This was a question Seth was asking himself now because two cycles ago Iris had had her fifth birthday party, and for the first time Perihelion had asked for one too. It hadn't seemed interested before, but lately had become more verbal (literally) about its wants. Apparently after years of seeing Iris get birthday parties it wanted one for itself. This party had to include presents, which was the problem.

The party itself would be simple to organize. Peri wasn't fond of the other AIs in the program--it had trouble getting along with them, especially Holism, who was popular with the other AIs--so the guest list would simply be the crew and Iris. A party with seven adults and one child was easy enough. The present part? That, not so much.

A spaceship didn't need much. Fuel, for the few times its power core needed a boost. A good cleaning every now and then. A happy crew for company. However, one did not usually associate a vehicle with possessions. Spaceships weren't sapient enough to even ask for such things.

For now the crew was plotting in a university faculty room at PUMNT, though Iris had been brought with them and was currently happily playing with dolls at the table.

"I requisitioned party streamers and decorations," Kaede said.

"And cake?" Iris said hopefully.

"Yes, and cake."

"Chocolate?"

Kaede smiled. "Of course."

"Cake! Cake! Cake! Cake!" Iris chanted. "Oh! And starchy foods!"

"Iris, we'll have all your favorites," Seth said patiently. It wasn't like Peri was going to eat them.

"Yaaaaay!" Iris squealed. "I want to give Peri a teddy bear!"

"A teddy bear? Where would we put it?"

"On the bridge! Captain Teddy!"

Martyn laughed. "Okay, we'll find one for you."

"I wanna find it," Iris pouted. "And it has to be pink!"

"All right, starlight. We'll go shopping," Martyn said. "Seth, we'll leave the rest to you."

"Sure," Seth said. The two left, and Seth looked at his crew.

"Peri's expecting a present from us, too," he said. Kaede made a face.

"What the heck do you give a spaceship?" she asked.

"I was wondering the same thing," Seth said dryly. "I don't think we can get away with a teddy bear."

"It enjoys Iris' media," Matteo replied. "Maybe we can give it...a game based on some media?"

"Peri devours those. We need something that'll keep it occupied for more than five seconds. Literally."

Matteo looked stumped. Kaede shook her head.

"We've got to think outside the box. What would a machine get use out of? And 'a good polish' is not the right answer," she said, glaring at Matteo, who closed his mouth.

The crew and their captain sat in thought. Finally Seth said, "it's disembodied, isn't it? I mean, it doesn't have a body like the rest of us."

"I suppose," Kaede said. Seth grinned.

"I know what to get it," he said. "Let's get to work."

Two weeks later the crew had Peri's first birthday party. Peri enjoyed watching its humans play silly games, including pin-the-appendage-on-the-fauna, and eating cake (although Iris wore more cake than she ate). But it was by far the most excited to open the two packages it knew contained its very first birthday presents. Well, Iris would open them, anyway.

Is it present time? it asked eagerly as Seth finished wiping cake off of Iris. Seth nodded. "Iris, would you open the presents, please?"

"Mine first! Mine first!" Iris squealed, and grabbed a hot pink box. She ripped it open and pulled out an equally pink teddy bear. "Look, Peri! I got you a teddy bear!"

Thank you, Peri answered seriously. Can we put it in my engine room?

"Whereever you want," Seth replied. "Iris, if you--"

Iris was already ripping the packaging on Peri's second present to shreds. When she pulled out its contents she looked confused.

"What is it?" It was a machine of some sort, the same size as Iris, with a large dome top and several wiggly metal arms underneath.

"It's a very special drone," Seth said. "Peri, try it."

Curious, Peri downloaded a part of itself into the drone. It floated in the air and the arms wiggled. Iris giggled and grabbed one. "Hello, Peri," she said, and shook it like a handshake.

Hello, Iris, Peri said, and shook back. The drone gently wrapped two arms around her like a hug.

Thank you, Peri said quietly, its feed voice filled with emotion. I love it.

Seth smiled. "Happy birthday, Peri."

[vahalia-cress]

⸸ 𝔓𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℜ𝔢𝔡 𝔔𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫 ⸸

Little hands reached for the plush fox as Vahalia lowered allowing Idalia to grasp her pudgy little hands into the fabric of it. The song of babbles filled the morning air as she spent this moment out along the cabin’s balcony opening overlooking the shoals nearby. With the twins safely within her sphere of comfort, Vahalia attended them in moments where peace lingered.

It was peaceful, for the time being.

Evran held firmly to Vahalia’s thumb, often trying to kidnap it within the confines of his mouth but could never seem to understand why the fleshy wiggly thing fought him at every attempt, poor coordination only landed him the side of his mother’s hand.

A soft knock came to the cabin door and it opened once Bruce had inspected the caller from beyond the other end. A soft exchange of voices was shared and then the visitor entered with her hands nestled into the pocket of her slacks, “The package was delivered and they’re grateful for your assistance in retrieving what remained of the supplies.” Castien spoke.

“Good.” the reply came and Vahalia shifted Evran from her grasp to be handed off to Marion who assisted her. Standing she eventually made her way to Castien, “And my offer?”

“You’ve certainly piqued their interest and they are willing to meet with you. Their partner arrives from Urqopacha in a days time and they’re requesting that they be present as well.”

“Good. We’ll set up a meeting with them.”

“What do you plan on offering them?”

Vahalia bore a small look to Castien with brow perked, “You hadn’t read the missive?”

“No. Little to no reason to; though I was quite curious I thought it best to ask you directly.” Castien chuckled, “You tend to always have a plan.”

“Loosely.” Vahalia afforded her kindness, a small smirk that rested on her cheek enough to flash a small dimple. She made for the trolley that had a collection of drinks, pouring a glass of water for herself and Castien, “I’m proposing seeds, saplings and vegetation from Black Water. We have the means and the folks here seem to enjoy some of the things we take for granted – and vice versa. If it is one thing I have learned during my time here, it is that the Pelu are keen on all sorts of trinkets, baubles – just about anything for Trade. They speak my language so we merely speak theirs in return. It is a matter of wants, needs, and fulfilling a demand abroad.” handing off the cool glass to Castien, the pair partook in their beverage.

“Such things you’ll pass through Black Water from other merchants or –?”

“Homegrown.” Vahalia added, “Hopefully in time when the harvests at the vineyard are complete we can start shipments of the wines from Valnain.”

“A long trek for a ship,” Castien noted.

“Thankfully I have an extra to spare.” Vahalia looked to her glass with a subtle, darkened smirk, “--Or rather, that I will. That’s where the Scorpion comes in.”

Quizical would have been the look Castien would have mustered had she not already been aware of some of Vahalia’s steps; or rather had she not have known the woman at all. Quietly she continued to hydrate herself from the Tuliyollal heat.

“Pearl the Scorpion, inform the captain we’ll be taking the Red Queen at nightfall. I want that ship captured and ready to sail in two days for Black Water. They’ll make any necessary repairs to have it in well-working order for the voyages into Tural in the future. I’ll contact Edalene to let her know they’ll be expecting a new ship to dock in due course.”

Castien simply nodded as she adjusted the linkpearl in her ear, “Anything else I should relay?”

Vahalia fell silent a moment as she peered out towards the large open cabin balcony and along the shoals once more, “Offer the crew their lives in place of their loyalty to me. All those who oppose, ensure they’ll be with their Mistress Whitlock soon enough.”

Castien knew the outcome of those who would decline. She had been present that evening when she, Wren, Cordelia, and Vahalia had captured Ophelia and forced her to pay her dues. That woman had paid a steep price for her betrayal; in blood, life signed on the figurative dotted line. Without hesitation, Castien's hand moved and she activated the pearl to relay the message, crimson eyes following the Lady Cress as she simply went about her business with her children.

She seemed entirely...unbothered.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Surgery VI

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: Baking when you were Little Cub

"In trouble, again?" Paredes asks as Mapi leaves her meeting," What is it this time? Still the food issue?"

"There's no food issue," Mapi replies with an eye roll.

"If you're struggling with healthy food then-"

"There's no struggling to make healthy food," Mapi interrupts," It's fine. We're fine."

"I'm just saying, Mapi. I know Cub's properly weaned now so if it's difficult then just come over to mine. Lucía will be happy to feed you both."

"It's fine," Mapi insists," We have no nutrition problems in the house."

Paredes looks sceptical but doesn't push anymore as you toddle over, grabbing onto Mapi's legs and giggling as Ingrid tickles your tummy.

You've taken to Ingrid like flies to honey.

Paredes hasn't seen anything quite like it. You're notoriously impulsive and wiggly (she's still trying to convince Mapi to get you checked out by a professional) but you don't mind sitting still in Ingrid's arms.

She's your go-to babysitter now, even edging out Leila while Mapi's busy and you seem to love her.

"Are we still up for later tonight?" Ingrid asks as you duck back and forth between her and Mapi.

Mapi's cheeks turn pink and her voice goes embarrassingly high-pitched. "Of course! Cub's really excited. Aren't you, cub?"

"Makin' cookies 'gain?" You ask.

"If you really want to."

"Yes!"

"I see," Paredes laughs as you and Ingrid run off again," The nutrition problem is you can't say no to your kid. Cookies? Again? How many spare have you got?"

Mapi groans. "Too many. You know what Cub's like. My mama took her to a bakery last time she came to visit and she's obsessed now. I can't bake for shit so I think we've hit up every bakery in the city."

"And Ingrid came to your rescue?"

"I think Cub must have mentioned it because she turned up a few weeks ago with ingredients and they spent an hour baking together. I've never seen Cub so calm."

"And now you have too many to eat by yourself?"

"Way too many."

"Bring them in next time," Paredes laughs, clapping Mapi on the back," At least then the whole team gets the nutrition lecture."

"You know what? I think that's a great idea."

Ingrid follows Mapi's car home, having already bought more ingredients on the way to training so you could get right into the baking as soon as you got home.

The countertops of Mapi's kitchen (and every spare space) is already covered in baked goods, ranging from cookies to cupcakes to fancy bread that there's truly no hope in her eating all by herself, hence the reason she is constantly getting in trouble with the coaching staff.

"Alright," Ingrid says, commanding the room easily when you get distracted by showing Bagheera the lion on your t-shirt," Let's wash our hands please."

You go immediately over to the sink, letting Ingrid pick you up so you can reach while Mapi grabs the stool she keeps in the bathroom so you're tall enough to reach the countertops.

Mapi's in awe as Ingrid so easily gets you to follow her instructions. You're fairly unruly and impulsive at the best of times but you calm right down as Ingrid helps you break an egg into the bowl and stir it in with the rest of the mixture.

"Do you need any help?" Mapi's only really asking out of curtesy.

The first time you had baked with Mapi was also the last time when the cake mixture set on fire in the oven and the glass bowl you had mixed everything shattered.

"Why don't you just sit with Bagheera and look pretty?" Ingrid teases but Mapi feels it go straight through her body and she sits down quickly.

"Ingrid's da boss!" You giggle and Ingrid moves behind you to tie your unruly hair back properly.

"I don't think I'm the boss," She says to you and you shake your head.

"Are! 'Cause Mami's my boss and you tell her what to do! You're Mami's boss!"

Ingrid laughs, scooping out a bit of cookie dough and swiping it across the tip of your nose. "You're so sweet, cub," She says as you go cross eyed looking at the blob on your nose.

"Tha's what Mami says!"

"Well, your Mami is very smart. Now, what cookie-cutter shape are we using today?"

You end up choosing the star cutter and Ingrid helps you cut them all out before she puts them in the oven.

"I've noticed that," Ingrid says as she joins Mapi on the sofa," Doesn't she get bored?"

You're sitting in front of the oven, just staring at the cookies.

"It's normal," Mapi shrugs," You should see her watching the washing machine. It's so cute."

You watch the cookies bake the entire time until Ingrid comes over to get them out. You can't touch them just yet because they're still hot but you're pulled away by Mami making you help her box up the other things you made this week.

"Why?" You ask her.

"Well," She says," I thought it would be nice to give some to the team your snacks."

"But why?"

"Because your Mami really wants to share how proud she is of you," Ingrid jumps in," Your food is so tasty that she wants everyone to taste it too."

You gasp. "Can smash Tia Leila's face with cake!"

You're very determined to do that as you carry the box of cupcakes into the changing room the next day. Mapi and Ingrid lag behind with bags full of boxes.

"What's this?" Alexia asks with a laugh.

"Made bakery food," You say, tearing the top of the tupperware off," Tia Leila! Tia! Cake for you!"

As soon as she ducks down to take it from you, you slam it right into her nose.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

I have a story prompt featuring Lance, Raihan and Leon. OV and regular digestion (no mention of bones)

Raihan features Lance on his stream, having Leon tied up for him to eat. Lance does so and lets Leon digest, while Raihan is rubbing his stomach. Then Lance decides to go for a second course, which Raihan doesn't anticipate. Inside Raihan finds Leon barely conscious and mostly digested except for him chest and pretty face, a fate Raihan will now share soon.

Oh, hey, I like this idea for sure! I can definitely do something with it.

The first thing the stream captures is R.aihan's smiling face. "Hey, we've got a real special stream today for all of you! A surprise guest star is showing up--meet my fellow dragon tamer, L.ance!" R.aihan slings his arm around the other man's shoulder, pulling L.ance in close so their faces are both in screen. L.ance looks...unimpressed and even a little annoyed by it, but he says nothing.

The camera moves back, showing more of the room the two men are in...as well as the third 'guest': L.eon, arms tied behind his back and a cloth over his mouth. He's not so lucky to get an introduction. Everyone knows who he is, and they know why he's in such a position.

R.aihan continues to show off his sharp teeth to the camera in a big grin. "Since a fellow dragon tamer was giving a surprise visit to G.alar, I thought I'd treat him to the local food! So, L.ance, you ready to eat?"

L.ance crosses his arms, expression stony as always. A deep, draconic growl roars up from his stomach. It was all the answer anyone needed and it seemed to make L.eon squirm a bit harder in his restraints.

"Glad to hear it!" R.aihan chuckles. He goes over to L.eon, grunting a bit as he hoists the wiggly man up bridal style. "Well...the food doesn't get much more local than our resident 'unbeatable champ'! So open wide, L.ance! Time to send him down to your dragon's hoarde!"

L.ance rolls his eyes just a bit, clearly not as interested in the theatrics that come inherent to doing one of R.aihan's shows. Still, his jaws do open wide, practically steaming with heat as they do. The camera makes sure to get a good shot of them as R.aihan comes in with the meal. It takes a bit of work, but he manages to force L.eon's bound legs into L.ance's jaws. As soon as his feet slide in, a thick gulp rings out, and it's already over.

L.eon's muffled yelling is the only other noise over the thick, steady gulping of L.ance's gullet. The champ is sinking down nearly a foot at a time, the tight throat clearly well practiced on such large meals. He's up to his knees...then his waist...his chest...his shoulders...the camera gets a good look at his head framed in L.ance's jaws, eyes wide and panicked, before a final gulp sends him down and those teeth snap shut like a vice.

L.ance's gut juts out from under his shirt with a wet slosh, L.eon's curled-up form clearly defined by the stomach walls. L.ance gives his chest a solid thump and belches deeply, hot air fogging up the camera for a moment. Leon's cape comes up halfway, and with a tug, it's pulled out and hits the ground with a wet splat.

R.aihand laughs and gives L.ance's stomach a few pats. "Man, you really put him away! Let's see if that unbeatable champ can beat a dragon tamer's stomach acids!" The defined bulge is wiggling around already, making L.ance's stomach slosh and wobble. It's rather clear that it's working hard and fast--already his hands are shoving around and his muffled voice is a bit louder than it should be. If those restains have already come undone...it's unlike the rest of L.eon will last very long in there.

R.aihan's rubbing doesn't do him any favors, either. His hands are kneading in deep and hard, working on those tough bulges and keeping L.eon somewhat in place. If L.ance was enjoying the attention, he didn't let that show on his face. He just stood there, arms crossed, intense gaze aimed down at R.aihan as if he were considering something. But under R.aihan's hands, L.eon was melting down, the bulges getting softer and less defined. The whole gut seemed to be shrinking in on itself, losing its shape and becoming rounder.

R.aihan finally gives the gut a rough smack, making the whole thing bounce and wobble. It's about half the size, and it works out a dragon's roar from L.ance as he belches out. R.aihan laughs and turns to face the camera again. "And there you have it, folks! Looks like the J.ohto camp outclasses ours by a long shot! Now he's just part of another dragon's hoard! But hey, at least we know G.alar food is top-notch, right?"

Behind R.aihan, L.ance is finally moving, coming in closer from behind. "It just goes to show that us dragon tamers are always su--" With a greedy chomp, L.ance is on R.aihan, engulfing his head and shoulders in an instant. He forces the other man's arms down and begins to take wet gulps, his head dipping lower. He disappears from the camera frame for a second before suddenly swinging back into view. He's got his head tipped back, already at R.aihan's waist, and is now wetly slurping down the kicking legs hanging from his jaws.

The camera catches R.aihan's twitching feet in L.ance's jaws. A thick gulp sucks them down and his teeth snap shut a second time. His gut has bloated out once more with a very wet slosh as R.aihan drops in on whatever's left of L.eon. While the camera can't see it, it's likely not a pretty sight. The gut is half full of a thick, meaty sludge that certainly used to be the champ's body. He's mostly submerged in it, only his chest and head left really, and now R.aihan is sitting up to his chest in the muck as well. He'll be joining it, soon.

The camera fogs up again as another roaring belch hits it. R.aihan's headband flies out, striking the phone and making it flutter around. It gives L.ance the chance to catch it from the air. He looks down at the phone with a frown...but it's soon replaced with a very confident smirk. "If this is really the best of the best in G.alar...then it's better off digested anyway. Might have to do something about the rest of the gym leaders around here. Though...I'm not one for an audience." L.ance isn't sure how to turn the stream off and he doubts R.aihan will tell him. So he'll improvise.

The camera gets a good, close shot of the man's gullet. Steaming breath fogs up the screen every time he breaths out, and the muffled yelling of R.aihan down below can almost be made out. Then L.ance's teeth snap down and the phone crunches, cutting off the feed for good.

[godlytemperance]

npmd headcanons because my brain is rotted <3 <3

heehee hoohoo i am rotating the entirety of hatchetfield in my brain

im updating this as i think of more stuff so bear with me if this gets stupidly long

richie has audhd. i know this because he is me i am him we are EACH OTHER /j

ruth and richie met in the anime section of barnes and noble in middle school and nearly screamed when they realized they were going to the same high school later on

steph is lactose intolerant and is not brave about it ever. tries to share a hot chocolate with pete and spends the next three hours miserable

grace is doomed to kill in every timeline but it can be prevented by her best friends keeping her too occupied with mundane nonsense for her to find a gun

richie has so much tboy cringe energy. that man kins sasuke you cannot tell me i'm wrong

i have hit them all with my transgender and gay beam >:3c they're the friend group that hit their gender and sexuality realizations in waves. someone's egg cracked first (richie) and it set off a chain reaction

pete is genderfluid and usually presents masc (he/they)

bi with no strong preference either way

only recently began to dabble with femininity in his gender presentation

steph is gnc transmasc (he/she, used interchangeably)

bi with a masc preference

no matter who you are, if you have a crush on steph, you're gay. them's the rules pal

richie is transmasc (he/it)

aroace spectrum! he's demi on both ends, fluctuates pretty often.

somehow incredibly perceptive to romance unless it directly involves him, then he's as dense as a brick

ruth is a girlthing because she's swag like that (she/it/they)

pan with a fem preference

her preferred type is pathetic mascs and intimidating fems

grace is fem-presenting nonbinary (she/they)

formerly closeted lesbian

had the WORST case of comphet until she realized she didn't necessarily have to be attracted to MEN to be attracted to masculinity :3

max is transfem (she/he)

she's a butch lesbian!!! she doesn't feel pressured to be hyper-feminine after realizing she's trans, because she's already pretty happy with her outward presentation

saw all her new friends going through their various gender and sexuality realizations and is just "i hope this doesn't awaken anything in me :)" (it did)

OH also paul is richie's uncle! richie's dad is paul's older brother. they don't interact much but it is literally Autism to Autism

if the group were to fall victim to any of the Lords in Black, it'd probably be as follows:

max - wiggly. rage hatred biting nightmare nightmare >:3

steph - nibbly. he's got the closest ties to the CotSC and also we need more nibbly rep

pete - tinky. duh. probs gets trapped in the box in timelines where steph dies before him and he desperately wants to bring her back

richie - blinky. idk it's just vibes to me. he seems like the kind of guy to go nuts for eye symbolism

ruth - pokey. she's a theater kid and i think that pokey would have a field day shoving her into the fucked up and evil spotlight

grace - all of them. they take turns babysitting her in various timelines. she is their favorite child

richie 100% uses anime terminology to describe normal ass situations. he calls steph a tsundere once and steph has to act like her world wasn't just shifted two inches to the left for the rest of the day

oh also in redemption timelines they have movie / bingewatch nights!! they cycle between everyone's favorite shows or films. it's the best part of their week every single time

max was cast as a leading role the one and only time she ever auditioned for theater and it freaked her out so much that she declined the role

richie's hair is Like That because he tried to get the cool anime spiky hairstyle to work for him (it didn't) (he doesn't realize this until college)

pete was a greek mythology girlie i just know this. something about him screams "i read percy jackson way too much as a kid"

also grace hand embroiders all her clothes as a hobby! (this is semi-canon, since she has embroidered strawberries on the cuffs of her jeans in the show)

the first time steph smoked ouid, he made the mistake of using cbd oil and a pipe at the same time. man was in SPACE

all of them are poly with each other but at different levels:

steph and pete are Dating dating. so are max and grace. wholesome yaoi VS toxic yuri

ruth and steph are almost definitely "best friends" in the historical sense

richie and ruth are qpp. if they were both 100% straight they'd probably be the most annoying couple in the world

pete and richie kiss sometimes but its genuinely platonic for them. just bros being bros

ruth and pete are friends to ??? to lovers to friends who cuddle sometimes

richie and steph are polar opposites but they love each other to death. black cat and orange cat kind of relationship

max and grace barely intersect with the nerds but they still consider all four of them to be part of their weird situationship

(grace definitely experimented with all four of them, with max's permission. just to be Sure. y'know.)

max is doing her best to make amends with the nerds but it is very slow going. she has gotten to casual fistbump level with them though!

the nerds usually just look at max and grace from the sidelines like they're watching two wild beasts circling each other in their enclosure. their flirting is NOT rated pg

richie unintentionally dropped the fact that he has a fursuit - a timberwolf, because i'm projecting - and ended up helping everyone design their fursonas. pete is a traditional chimera (goat, snake, and lion), steph is a plain black cat, ruth is a flemish giant rabbit (she did research), grace is a sheep, and max is a checkered-tail nighthawk.

any time that the group gets spam calls, all they have to do is hand the phone to ruth and they get taken off the lists the moment she speaks. ruth was frustrated by it at first but it became a game of "how many companies can i inconvenience before they stop calling hatchetfield numbers entirely"

steph braided pete's hair once and he damn near proposed on the spot

ruth knows how to sew (from doing tech) and helps teach max how to mend her clothes! max ends up being really good at it! she goes on to teach the entire football team how to fix their uniforms and ruth ends up being the honorary team favorite for at least a year

im taking jon matteson's "richie should have blue hair in a movie version of NPMD" and fucking sprinting with it. he dyes his hair at least once a year and it's a wildly different color every time

ruth is the kind of gal to love games with lots of violence because it makes her feel like a badass vigilante (she can barely do a push-up in real life) (just like me)

steph is deeply afraid of large bodies of water. major L on his part seeing as he lives on a fucking island

bouncing off of the above hc, pete's afraid of planes. these two can't travel out of hatchetfield without one of them nearly shaking out of their own skin

max doesn't actually like football that much. she's REALLY good at it, yeah, but she'd prefer to play most other sports even if she isn't good at them! she likes the challenge of doing something she won't automatically win!

grace probably writes lists of things to keep everything in order. she's got lists of all her favorite foods, a checklist of daily chores, etc etc (it's also because she's got undiagnosed autism and she functions better when she has a Routine)

no matter what, pete will always stop and talk to the homeless man downtown. he doesn't really know why, though. (ted wishes he could say something to pete, but he never does. best to keep him at arms length.)

ruth really really really reeaaaally wants to cosplay but she's nervous that she'll be deemed as the "cringy weirdo" by other con-goers. she eventually admits this to richie, who rallies the group into a group cosplay for moral support

it takes a lot of debate for them to find a fandom they all want to cosplay from. they settled on FNAF, specifically security breach bc it's Timely (they go to the con in 2022)

pete is glamrock freddy, steph is monty, ruth is glamrock chica, and max is roxy!

richie was glamrock bonnie and he gets so mad when the official design comes out a year later bc it was completely different than what he imagined

grace eventually agrees to dress up as vanessa (she never played the games) (she thinks the pizzaplex is a real animatronic mall) (everyone they meet thinks she's method acting)

they end up crashing at ruth's place absolutely DRAINED. they all have imprints on their arms from carrying around an absurd amount of merch. pete nearly started a fistfight in the parking lot with a bakugo cosplayer. max nearly finished it.

they all agreed that it was one of the best things they've ever done and also to Never Do It Again

richie had a brief phase where he was obsessed with black butler and he regrets it to this day

grace and max both have scary dog energy but in different directions. max (post-transition) looks really intimidating at first glance but she's got golden retriever energy. grace will stare at you with the scariest fucking eyes if you're mean to retail employees

steph has always wanted a pet, but her dad never allowed it. when he moves out and gets an apartment with the nerds, they all agree to rescue a pair of bonded cats for his birthday. steph doesn't stop crying for at least an hour

steph and pete named one of the cats, while ruth and richie picked the other one's name.

Mittens is the Lautski baby, a black and white girlie who is incapable of mischief. she's like the disney ideal of a cat. she's a cuddle monster and will be so sad if you have to get up and do things without her

ruth and richie are the proud coparents of Sir Jotaro Gooberton (the Third). he is the most stupid tabby you will ever meet in your life and he has made the crime rate in the household go up tenfold.

a very common Lautski date night is going to the candle section of walmart and just sniffing every single one of those bad boys until they get a headache

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Mick went to the babies right away and picked up one of them up. “This one is Milo.”

Jordan was astonished. “But how do you know?”

Laughing again, he pointed to the carrier. “She wrote their names on the seats.”

“Yep, there’s your daddy over there. You see him, don’t ‘ya?”

Holding the baby, a whole head fit in his hand, another cradled under his butt. “Come on, son. Come hold him. He won’t bite you. Not yet anyway.”

It wasn’t like Jordan had never met these babies before. There was one time a few days after Colette came home from the hospital. Another time a weekend after. His father was there both of those days, too, but the babies were different now. In four weeks, they’d already grown. They weren’t sleepy and still anymore, they were wiggly and needy and probably disappointed in him already because they needed something called tummy time and their hopeless father didn’t even know what that was.

“She said put the formula in the fridge.”

“Well, go ahead and do that, then come sit down.”

It didn’t take long to put a few bottles in the fridge. So Jordan went to the living room.

Mick handed a baby to Jordan and then he picked up the other one. Jordan held the infant just as it was handed to him. The baby had his eyes, not Colette’s, which is maybe something he hadn’t noticed before now. And with their same chestnut brown eyes, they watched each other curiously.

Milo, it was. This one was Milo. That one was Felix. Colette hadn’t let Jordan pick their names, but they were okay names. Jordan didn’t assume he could have done a better job naming two whole humans.

But then Milo started to fuss.

“Eeh,” Jordan mumbled. “What’s wrong with him?”

“Keep your hand behind his neck, then lift him to your shoulder,” Mick said. “Pat his back. There you go. A little harder is okay. Yep, there you go.”

Milo gurgled and burped.

“He’s gonna spit on me,” Jordan said.

Mick grinned. “He might. And he’ll do worse than that, too.”

The babies were quiet and happy. Jordan just kept doing what he was doing because he wasn’t confident enough to try anything else. It seemed to work. The baby liked it.

“You’ll do right by these boys,” Mick said. “I know you will. Just give it some time.”

— from “boxes and squares #4.0: the boys” (2/2)

notes: just a quick little flashback that emerged while I was freewriting on Jordan and Colette’s history, and it was too precious not to share! And now I’m a little bit devastated that Mick is no longer with us, because wasn’t he awesome?

The rest of chapter 4 takes place in the current timeline.

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