#I hate removing my contact lenses

[abbeyofcyn]

Contact lenses

[sadiehasaheart]

i dunno but smt about elle not removing her glasses when she's going to prom makes me tear up a bit bc as a person that has to wear glasses and can't bear the idea of contact lenses I always hated the trope "she removes her glasses and now she's stunning". i wanna keep my glasses and i wanna feel pretty at the same time and elle shows us that that's possible and i know it's a small thing but now i'm emotional about it

[techs-goggles9902]

Can you do at Tech lives fan-fic (like if Tech is CX-2)??

CX-2 is all that remains

Warnings: prosthetic stuff, mentions of blood and stuff, contact lenses 💀 scars and stuff, bacta usage, memory issues (ik nothing super bad but what if you had a fear of contacts??) TBB SPOILERS

Word count: 1457 (WHOA I WENT OVERBOARD)

A/N: IM SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG ANON. I genuinely love the bad batch but I HATE WRITING THEM SOMETIMES 😭 I feel like I’m butchering their characters. But I gotchuuuuu!!! Lmk if I should continue this.

Requests are open! See Masterlist for details!!!!

IMPORTANT NOTE: some of this was supposed to be italicized but my copy and pasting removes it, so some of this stuff are their thoughts. Just an FYI

“You recognized it, too,” Hunter whispers to Crosshair as the group hurries up the rocks.

”I did. You said he died on Eriadu,” the sniper replies in a low mumble.

“He did… Wrecker watched him fall.”

”Well, obviously he survived. Next move?”

”Follow through with the plan, Cross. I’ll have Echo double back and take us down there.”

”But… it’s him?”

Hunter pauses. When he speaks, his voice cracks, “Tech’s alive. And with the Empire.”

Tech - no, CX-2! He had to get used to that - needs to get out of the water, and fast. The current pulls at him as he grips a narrow rock beneath the surface.

His helmet can only keep him alive for so long, he needs air sooner rather than later.

This isn’t ideal. The cybernetics will never last if their circuits are drenched.

His slender fingers lose their grip on the rock. One, two, three. The Shadow loses his grip entirely, his gloves ripped apart at the seams as the sharp ridges cut into the calloused flesh of his fingers.

The current throws him back into another rock, his backpack absorbing most of the impact.

There, he thinks as the water starts to seep into his body suit, I just need to make it to that ledge and my odds of survival increase significantly.

He feels his cybernetics digging into the tender flesh of his legs. The part where the river meets land was so close, yet so far. Reaching out a bloody hand, his shredded fingers are met with rough sediment.

Finally…

”Echo, Rex, please. It’s him! I feel it,” Hunter says, trying to keep Echo from making the jump into hyperspace.

“Hunter, what if it’s n-”

”Rex, your buddy isn’t coming after us. He let us go. There’s no risk in going down there,” Crosshair cuts in. Echo and Rex glance at each other.

Rex, Echo’s expression says, what if…

Echo, Rex’s body language reads, you said it yourself. He’s gone.

You didn’t give up on me.

Rex’s gaze softens. “Fine. You have ten minutes.”

Hunter lets out a breath, clasping Rex’s shoulder. He says, “I owe you.”

”You owe me a lot, Sarge.”

Echo lands the ship just off the riverbank but is still hidden in the trees in case Wolffe changes his mind. The ramp opens with a soft hiss and plants itself on the rocks with a gentle thud. The river laps against the rocks like white noise, the water running down the cliff adds to the effect.

And there, lying on the rocks, still half in the water, lies the Shadow. Barely conscious and panting, his bloodied fingers groping the sediment.

“Maker… Gregor, get the med kit!” Echo yells back into the ship as Hunter, Crosshair, and Wrecker trip over themselves to get down to the riverbank.

“Shit… Hunter, is he…” Wrecker asks in a low tone, kneeling down beside the semiconscious clone.

“His heart’s beating,” the sergeant replies.

“Damn… Wrecker, can you get him on the ship? Gently?” Echo asks, leaning down to check the assassin’s pulse.

“I got him.” Wrecker slowly turns the clone onto his back and snakes an arm beneath his knees and back. “I gotcha, I gotcha…”

CX-2 feels himself being lifted up off the ground, his helmet removed, his head resting on someone’s shoulder plate. He hears voices calling out to him, hands lowering him down onto something somewhat comfortable. A bunk?

His armor taken off his wet bodysuit, said bodysuit is either peeled or cut away from his body.

“Cybernetics aren’t the best quality… just a pawn in Hemlock’s game,” a gruff voice says.

“Oh, Tech…” a softer voice says.

“I told you that you should’ve taken medic training,” a different voice comments. A scoff follows.

“Stow it, Cross.” Cross… that seems so familiar to CX-2. All the voices do, even the soft, feminine one. A warm liquid oozes out of where prosthetics meet flesh. Blood.

“Shit, Gregor, hand me the gauze,” He knows this voice…

“Echo, keep pressure. I’m getting him bacta,” Echo… warm hands trail down his body, checking for further injuries.

“Crap… these prosthetics are absolute trash, I should know. Not even connected properly… Tech, if you were awake to see this mess…” the voice, Echo, scoffs. CX-2 hears a smile in his voice.

“Are…are they as good as yours?” CX-2 hears his own voice ask that. He doesn’t know why he said that. In fact, his mouth moved on its own accord. All sounds around him cease and everything’s quiet except the soft hum of the ship.

“I… no, sorry, bud…mine are cooler,” Echo responds. CX-2 feels a subtle smile tugging at his own lips. Why? These are the enemy. Someone tends to his mangled hands, cleaning them and wrapping them tenderly.

“Tech…” CX-2 hears that name being called over and over again. Whispered in his ear. Murmured into his forehead as soft lips make contact with the scarred skin. Breathed into his hands as someone holds them gently.

His eyes open, just for a moment, meeting the gaze of five pairs of brown eyes. “Tech is gone,” he says. “CX-2 is all that remains…” He’s out like a light a second later.

Hunter’s heart felt like it was stabbed, trampled, cut out of his chest, and thrown out onto a rock to die. Tech is gone… the words echo through his mind all the way back to Pabu. This wasn’t the reunion he had in mind when he realized the Shadow was actually his little brother.

Crosshair doesn’t know how to feel. He abandoned his squad, his family, for the Empire. Is this karma, he thought.

Nonsense, Tech’s voice whispers in his head, this has nothing to do with you. The rational explanation is that the Empire succeeded in turning me into an assassin where they failed to turn you. Do not blame yourself, Crosshair. There was nothing you could do to stop this.

But I could’ve known, Crosshair’s voice whispers back to Tech’s, we would’ve been at Tantiss together.

And how could you possibly have known that, Cross?

Wrecker just tries to keep Omega away from their unconscious brother. “He needs his rest, Meg.”

“I won’t leave until he wakes up,” the blonde replies, crossing her arms. “I’m not bothering him, anyway.”

Wrecker sighs, placing a hand on her scrawny shoulder. He mutters, “Tech’s always been the one to take care of us… it’s weird that we’re taking care of him.”

“I know… what did he mean by ‘Tech’s gone’?”

“I… I don’t know. Cross said the Empire erases their previous lives while they turn them into… this. He’ll pull through and we’ll be losing to him in dejarik in no time.”

Echo was confused. Tech had just asked him about his cybernetics, meaning he did in fact remember them, at least somewhat. He stares out the viewport in the cockpit, his fingers picking at his scomp link. Tech always hated when he did that.

The next time CX-2 resurfaces, he’s staring up at a - wooden? - ceiling, definitely not a ship’s. A house? Hut? Cabin? He groans, lifting a hand up to pinch the scarred bridge of his nose. His face was littered with thick, ragged scars. Ever since Eriadu.

He looks at his hand in surprise as he sees its bandage has been changed recently. Where is he? CX-2 sits up slowly, orienting himself as he goes. The room is warm, small but not small enough that you feel claustrophobic. A window is above the bed he’s currently lying on, soft light filtering through the translucent curtains. He strains his neck to peer out of it.

Pabu…

He gets off the bed, looking down at his prosthetics, which start just below the knee. They’re sturdier as he stands and they don’t restrict his movement like they used to. They’re… comfortable.

He quietly - as quiet as you can get with two durasteel feet - leaves the room, examining the hallway. A kitchen is down the hall, so he heads there. Wincing, he looks around the corner to see if anyone’s there.

There is.

Crosshair…

“C’mere, Tech,” the sniper says, gesturing to the seat at the island beside him. CX-2 hobbles over to it, taking a seat silently.

“I’m not the brother you remember,” he rasps, looking out the window.

“No shit… no goggles?”

“Hemlock thought I should wear contacts so the goggles don’t break out on a mission.”

Crosshair hums in response.

“Why did you come back?”

The sniper takes a moment to respond, “Couldn’t leave you behind.”

It’s CX-2’s - no, Tech’s - turn to hum in response. He feels Crosshair leaning against him slightly.

“You’re not who you used to be, but we’ll get there. Right?”

“Possibly.”

Crosshair scoffs, “Good to have you back.”

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[inell]

Possibly a dumb question but I saw you reblog a few leverage things recently and you're one of my favorite 9-1-1 writers so I was wondering what you think a 911 Leverage Fusion AU could look like if you were to think about it because their two of my favorite shows

Goodness! Thank you for the compliment. I thought about this during my commute home from work, and this is what I came up with.

We use season 7 of 911. Councilwoman Ortiz is obviously dirty, having used her power to force Gerrard into the 118, and to remove Mara from HenRen’s custody as well as revoking their foster status. That’s all canon.

We pick up with Toni, Hen’s mom, reaching out to these nice people she met when she lived in Portland years and years ago. They ran a gastropub but she also knew about their other business because Alec was a sweetheart who chatted way too much. She contacts the new Leverage HQ in New Orleans looking for Hardison, and she gets Parker. Who is very interested when she hears about the kid being removed and she shares it with the others, research is done, and, because it’s 911 (which tends to be racially cliche), Ortiz ties into the cartel subplot (her son died from illegal drugs, after all, and there’s also the people trafficking subplot that could be linked).

Cut to Leverage crew showing up in LA and meeting Toni, who hasn’t told Hen about her interference. Parker and Eliot fight over who gets to go undercover at the firehouse, because they need to get rid of Gerrard and figure out his connection to Ortiz. Eliot wins, obviously, simply by asking Parker to put on full gear and carry a 200lb weight.

Parker is Not Happy, but Eliot goes undercover as a new firefighter. He and Eddie hit it off with the whole military slash guilt slash PTSD slash dislike of firearms thing, and Buck is suspicious because they don’t have an opening for another member on their team and also why is this guy being so friendly with Eddie and who cares if he’s from Oklahoma which is next to Texas and they bond over TexMex and country music and Eliot tells Eddie he needs to keep his dog on a leash before it gets bit, and Buck really really hates this new guy who oddly has the same name as a character on Star Trek, according to Chim.

Meanwhile, Breana is sent to work at the city council as an intern who is assigned to Ortiz, while Sophie and Harry work on a cover to get closer to the whole drug slash trafficking thing, and Hardison is working on a project in Cairo but FaceTimes Toni and Parker a few times (showing off his muscles that he’s happened to get while geeking out and not because there’s a new movie role he’s filming in RL), and Parker annoys Eliot by being in his ear every shift, listening to everything and watching what he sees through his nifty camera lenses.

Parker loves Chimney, thinks he’s hilarious, and she doesn’t know why Eliot won’t tell Chim the dad jokes she keeps repeating in his earpiece because she wants to know if Chim thinks she’s funny. She’s also working on the whole foster revocation situation with help from Hardison, but bugging Eliot is a lot more fun. She especially likes to make popcorn for the times when he’s chilling in the loft with his new BFF and said BFF’s BFF. She might be neurodivergent, but she’s not even as fucked up as Buck and Eddie and their whole thing. Breana shares the popcorn when she isn’t working for free and trying to suck up to Ortiz.

In the end, they manage to catch Ortiz, the person on the foster system that did her dirty work, the main cartel players connected to her, and they link Gerrard to them. They give Toni the money they got from the deal, which she explains to Hen and Karen as a lucky lotto win when she gives it to them for Mara and Denny. Eliot quits the 118, but not before locking Buck and Eddie up in the supply closet and telling them work out their UST, damn it, and Bobby comes back as Captain.

[everett-fornow]

Henris and Thatcher warm-up oneshot

I wrote this over a couple days and can't think of anything else to add to it but it was still a very good exercise to play around with their hate-y friendship thing

hope you enjoy it!!!!

A melancholy sigh washed over Henris as he laid on the carpet of the communal apartment atop the bar. It was quiet up there that particular night so no one was there to witness his usual pity party shenanigans. His favourite leatherback sketchbook sat at his fingertips, flat on the floor. He ran his fingers across the subtle indented pattern on the front cover, thinking of his purpose, what he wanted to be, what he wanted to do…and what he was. He rolled onto his back with another sigh.

“I should’ve been an artist..” he muttered to himself. He wished the dream he had of painting his days away and living peacefully were as alive as they were when he dropped out of high school and bought a canvas with his dads money. He wished that leatherback sketchbook beside him would beckon and beg for him to draw in it at least once a day but alas it sat still, as depressed, purposeless and worthless as its owner.

A set of footsteps could be heard ascending the stairs to the apartment, making Henris scramble to his feet and sit on the couch. Rule no.1 of a leader, never let your guard down. His eyes would join with the lense filtered pupils of their medic, Dr Thatcher. Perhaps he was trying too hard to look natural and was staring too intently because yes, she did notice. 

“What’s with the look?” she asked “is there something in my hair?” she continued across the room, removing a book from the shelf.

“No,” Henris replied sharply “you were just in my line of sight, okay? Not everythings gotta be about you”

“Well aren't you just a ray of sunshine tonight.” Thatcher sarcastically rebutted “and for future reference it’s ‘not everything has to be about you’ ” she laughed and muttered, “goodness, sometimes I swear you didn’t even attend elementary..” 

Henris frowned. He hadn’t. 

“Anyways, what are you doing up here all alone? I thought you would’ve been spending time wi- ooh what’s that??” she interrupted her own thoughts as she noticed the sketchbook on the carpet, reaching for it. Henris had grabbed it out of her reach before she even had a chance of snatching it up.

“NO” Henris loudly commanded, “this isn’t for you to look through, missy, so don’t even think about it!” 

Thatcher scoffed “aww, what is it? Your diawy?? Adorable” she sat down on the couch now behind henris with a smug sigh “y’know, for a grown man you’re awfully childish over things like, what is that, a sketchbook?” she stated as she observed the book he was holding to his chest closer, recognising the paper as that of drawing paper “I mean really, get over yourself. You can’t be all confident and powerful but get all fussy about a few drawings…” they held tense eye contact for some time after she finished, before Henris huffed and threw the book at her.

“Fine.” he caved. “you’re lucky I tolerate you” he continued to fester as she flicked through the pages of his sketchbook, feeling like parts were being gouged out of his dignity with every page she turned. God, she was good at getting him to cave. Too good.

“Wow…these are really good” she murmured in awe “when did you do these?”

“Just like…over the months or so…” he really didn’t like people knowing about his hobbies, especially someone as inclined to tease him as thatcher. He couldn’t tell if she really did like his art or not, her face and tone was unreadable to him. “It passes the time, gives me something to do…”

“I didn't know  you were such a good artist..” she complimented as she studied the sketches on the page. Henris sighed with agitation at this, used to her constant berating and mean-spirited comments towards him and thinking this was yet another elaborate joke to hurt his feelings about something he's passionate about. 

“You don't have to be such an ass all the time, Riley” he snapped, just wanting to be left alone at this point. She looked up at him, confused and a little hurt. 

“I'm being serious” 

“Really?”

“Yeah! These are really good!” She assured “I'm not taking the piss, I just like your art. Where did you do lessons?” 

“Oh, no, I didn't take any type of special lessons or such” He brushed off “I mainly learned art in school and off one of the maids who lived with us” great, now he was opening up about his childhood. “I used to think about trying to make a living off of it but..y'know..” 

“Yeahh” Thatcher laughed “would be quite the career change if you tried again nowadays” they both laughed together at this, thinking of the prospect of an underground crime organisation getting found out because their ringleader wanted to express himself.  “Can you imagine-” Henris started, already laughing “can you imagine the cops being called on an art show??” they both cracked up in hysterics at this. they have a weird sense of humour that only the two of them really get y'know? 

[aeoki]

Candy House - Electric Utopia: Chapter 11

Characters: Sora, Natsume & Tsumugi Season: Autumn

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< Ten or so minutes later. Cyberworld “Candy House” Central Hub. >

Natsume: ⸻

(I sEE. This is amaziNG.)

(The scenery changed the moment I blinkED. We moved from our reality to “Candy HouSE” – to this strange worLD.)

(So this is what the new “SSVRS” that was made specifically for “Candy House” can dO.)

(In reality, wearing contact lenses and accessing the cyberworld that way feels much more comfortable than using the headsET.)

(It feels as though I’ve obtained a brand new pair of eyes in order to catch a glimpse at a strange world that shouldn’t exist in the first plaCE.)

(It feels much more immersiVE. But if we’re just viewing another virtual reality, then it’s no different than any of the other “SSVRS” experiencES.)

Tsumugi?: Master~...♪

Natsume: ………!?

Tsumugi?: Wow! It’s so cool! Not only does the scenery change, but you can actually touch the things here! You can even smell it!

It’s like we’re actually touching, Master~! Huuuuug ♪

Natsume: …What do you think you’re doiNG? Don’t casually hug mE – Do you have a death wish, you perveRT?

Tsumugi?: Ugh! Don’t strangle me! Sure, we don’t feel as much stress here compared to reality, but it still hurts!

Natsume: WeLL, since the game is going to be sold to the general public, they can’t make it so that the players actually feel pain when they’re huRT…

Or the players will die when they die in the gaME.

This virtual reality, “Candy House”, is a utopia that doesn’t have those undesirable real life factoRS.

Tsumugi?: P–Please don’t explain all that as you’re strangling me! It’s getting hard to breathe, but Sora will be sad if he gets killed by Master~

This actually feels pretty real?

Natsume: That manner of speakiNG… Is that you, SoRA? You look exactly like that Phantom MopheAD.

Tsumugi?: Yes! Sora did his best to make Sora’s avatar look just like Senpai! Tadaa~☆

Natsume: Don’t give me thAT. It’s revolting seeing Senpai move so cuteLY. It gives me the sudden urge to kiLL.

If the actual Senpai acted like that, then I’ll hire a hitman and remove him from this EarTH.

Tsumugi?: Uuu, but Sora worked so hard on this avatar~ Master~ doesn’t like it~?

Natsume: Why would you make your avatar look like Senpai, anywAY?

You can apparently look however you want in “Candy HouSE”.

So why did you choose to look like SenpAI? You didn’t think I was good enough for yOU? Do you prefer Senpai over me, SoRA?

Tsumugi?: U–Um? Sora just wanted to? Sora figured that he might understand Senpai more if he looked like him~?

Sora wants to learn more about Senpai!

Sora wants to learn more about Master~ too! After all, we’re all going to be working together in the same unit forever from now on! Heheh ♪

Natsume: UgH, don’t say such adorable thinGS! I want to hug you but your appearance is infuriating and it’s confusing my braIN!

Mophead: Um…

Natsume: …..!? Now whAT?

Mophead: Oh, it’s me. Me, you know? I can’t see myself but for some reason, I don’t think I’m human right now.

Natsume: I’m not going to be able to know if you just say “mE”. I don’t know any evil spirits or monsteRS. I suppose I do know someone who calls themself a vampire, thouGH?

WaIT. Oh, rigHT. Come to think of it, I think I set it so that you look like some sort of hairy monstER.

I think I also set your name to “MopheAD”.

Mophead: Why would you bully me like that…?

Well, it’s not like I hate it. In fact, it makes me happy to see you’re doing all these things for me!

Natsume: Shut uP. Anyway, you arrived late because you had to register an account and everythiNG.

But where’s Stheno-sAN? She said she would take us arouND.

Mophead: Huh? She’s not here? That’s weird~

Ah, I’ve heard that only the soul gets transported into the virtual world and since Stheno-san is a robot, maybe she couldn’t make it?

Natsume: She’s a real person so that wouldn’t make senSE.

Even robots should be able to freely walk around in this world if they make an accouNT…

???: “Welcome.”

“I’ve been waiting for you, ‘Switch’.”

Natsume: …SoRA?

Tsumugi?: Yes? Sora is here?

Natsume: Oh right, Sora looks like Senpai right nOW.

Then who’s that SoRA? Is that Stheno-sAN?

???: “I used a barrier to keep that ‘Witch’ out. I didn’t want any interruptions, you see.”

Natsume: A barriER…?

???: “Hehe. I spoke in a poetic manner to match your style. She was just denied access to ‘Candy House’ and couldn’t log in.”

“I don’t know how long I can keep that ‘Witch’ out, so I’ll tell you everything I can – as quickly as I can.”

“No. Before that, I should introduce myself.”

Euryale: “My name is Euryale.”

Tsumugi?: Euryale…? Wait, Ecchan!?

Euryale: “Yup, that’s me. We finally meet, Sora-kun.”

“This is our first time properly meeting each other, so I don’t want to act all friendly in order to ask you a favour, but…”

“Please, help me.”

“I’ve been trapped in this ‘Candy House’ since I was little.”

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[autismvampyre]

want to cut out my eye. have to go to hospital or eye doctor because contact lenses stuck. causing distress. amplified by moving to a new apartment where no comfort place or things are yet. autistic meltdown. hate everything. mom mad when i scream in distress because language too hard and my eyes is wrong and it hurts. mom is angry because we will be kicked out for noise if i do not control myself. something is stuck in my eye. whole body wrong. everything bad and i need to scream but not allowed to. eyes stuck. need to hide for comfort but we moved this week so no comfort or hiding place in new home. need to be alone but in pain because medical emergency. cannot go to er because mom said they will give me sedative if im not in control. cannot be in control of me while something stuck in my eye. catch 22 situation. im scared. im alone. i need help. i need my eye to be normal.

putting my thoughts down to help think. voice wont work thoughts do. mom keeps trying to help but make it worse. need comfort. need calm to get thing out of eye but will not be calm until thing is out. hate situation. hate everything. will never wear contact again. going to try to calm and send text to mom to leave me alone. then remove on my own. maybe go to hospital later if things calm down and mom stop being pushy. in distress. making plans to get ok again, will take time. will get better. i will find a way. i come back later

[miercolaes]

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after scouring the internet for something to bring me back the muse, i have stumbled upon a collection of illustrations made by charles addams. everything found is from an internet archive which can be found here (though i suggest going for the .cbr files which are 100% safe). the pages feature more than just the addams family content. below the cut you will find edited versions of the screenshots i took + headcanons that apply to my wednesday based off of them.

where the name of principal weems originated from. that's all, in my version of wednesday she never had weems as babysitter, but i wanted you to know the origins.

watering plants runs in the family. wednesday has her own plants. most of them borrowed from morticia and some she has received from other family members. most of them are either deadly, poisonous or just beautiful through her dark lenses.

featuring a new family member, uncle cosimo. he's probably the one that set the tradition of aiming to be the worst and leave this world a worse place than it was before.

tooth removal. it's funny because i think most of us did similar things with our baby teeth, but instead of a trap door it was just a plain door. or if you were like me, you were using cars with remote control because you thought that was cool. i really hope i didn't just out myself and you did the same thing as a kid.

some father - daughter bonding. swinging on a broom to feel more like a witch. wednesday adores his father although she may appear a tad cold as she grows up. this version of wednesday loves her family very much, thank you for coming to my vero talk.

wednesday canonically has six toes on one foot. as you can see, she didn't mind physical contact as a kid. and she learned how to pry from her mother.

christmas eve. reading some skewed version of a christmas carol was tradition. both wednesday and pugsley were fascinated. you guessed it right, the children loved bob. it's even more funny that i already did that without knowing it was canon and well, i too read a christmas carol on christmas eve almost every year. i am becoming an addams.

the reason why the children do not like santa. why hurt / torture an animal when you can do the same but with people who most likely deserve it? they don't like santa. below this, you'll see how they are waiting for him.

burn that bastard. forget gifts, they don't even need them. but santa must pay for what he's done. wednesday probably made a whole campaign to free the reindeers and the elves from santa's tyranical wrath.

family photos are the best. which is why if you take a picture with wednesday she won't stay deadpan. she will sneer or make some creepy face. it's what she was taught, alright?

how fairytales should be. in this version, wednesday loved fairytales with this kind of happy endings. however, what she heard is public school was atrocious. she hated school ever since.

wednesday and pugsley maiming the postman. morticia and gomez caught it in 4k before hd ever existed. once again, wednesday sits on her father's lap and she's happy.

business 101 with the addams spawns. you know it's poisoned or something among these lines.

just another lovely day.

the addamses welcoming to all supernatural beings. morticia just couldn't recognize the werewolf from just the fur. if the werewolf would've howled, then fester would recognize who it was. but all supernatural beings were welcomed on their godforsaken threshold.

fester taking wednesday and pugsley on a fishing trip. as you can see, the children had a great upbringing. their parents had the best relationship, all family members were loving, in their own way. the children had the perfect childhood. and yes, that included dynamite. if you think otherwise, grow up.

wednesday and her dollhouse which she set ablaze a few times. poor lurch had to stop the fire hazards every time. she probably got the dollhouse from krampus because screw santa.

cheating is encouraged and required. which is why wednesday would cheat her way through about anything. and once again, it seems i have made the right choice for her dc verse, in which the addamses own a casino and lbr, the house always wins because it cheats. wednesday's one hell of a co - owner.

summer days. you must scare the other children, right? that's the social norm or something. wednesday definitely filmed the moment while pugsley scared the other kids.

if another baby boy comes into the addams family one way or another, we'll know the names.

they took turns being the executioner. beheading dolls is not gender based! all kids should be allowed to behead dolls for their own sanity and happiness.

bat house. wednesday built it with gomez. the bats seem to appreciate it.

kids coming from the camp. if they were caged, then everyone would be safe on the road back home. these two rascals would commit crimes at any age and it is a good omen for them to start at a young age.

wednesday throwing a tantrum. it happens quite often. this applies into adulthood. whenever she does something benevolent accidentally she'll throw tantrums because it's not what she meant at all. have some sympathy for this devil.

another christmas tradition. pour boiling liquid contents (may or may not instantly kill the victims with the flesh disolving from their bones) on the carolers. they had it coming.

the best way to end this masterlist. that's one happily ever after wednesday loves to hear. we love some justice.

[cybernetixxx]

It feels like the word wants me to keep failing.

It won't let me improve my looks even a little.

My hair can't be good because the hairdressers never listen to my requests. I'm not assertive enough. I wish it wasn't that hard to make them listen to you. This is a service I pay for so this is not fair. This should be enough for them just to take my requests and not modify it by their preferations. I will have to live with what they leave me with, not them.

I also can't get my teeth straightened without sacrificing my health. The orthodontist said they will have to remove some of my healthy teeth to put braces on me. My teeth are already fragile and I've paid plenty of money to save them and keep them at their best. And now they give me such an ultimatum? Like that's so unfair. I asked my colleague, who also wears braces if she had her teeth removed and she was surprised to hear that. So why does this happen to me but not other people?

I also wanted to try contact lenses as not to have to wear glasses because of my visual impairment. Ofc I look uglier in glasses but I also hate them because they get dirty every 5 minutes and I hate the feeling of having them on my face. After a longer time it hurts a bit (like my nose and ears). So whenever I can I don't wear them but then I see much worse. Contact lenses would help me but for some reason my eyes don't want to accept them. Even when I'm at the point of putting them when I see them glued to my eye, when I close the eye it just pops out... I get so annoyed by this. To finally make it I have to do like 30 tries even sometimes... Per each eye. I don't have that much time before I leave for work. So I'm just forced to wear glasses. This might be because my eyes are small but that's not my fault? Why have you designed contact lenses only for big-eyed people?

Why does the universe want me to stay ugly? I'm already paying money to do everything I can to fix this but it laughs in my face anyway saying that won't fix a thing. I fucking hate life... It's so hard for people like me. I can't wait for AI to take over and won't be able to refuse to cut my hair the way I want (I have so many pictures of different angles of a hairstyle I want, I'm that oversensitive at this point and it's still not enough) and will find new ways of fixing teeth and sight for different types of people, even for apparently such unique and pathetic individuals as me.

[unladielike]

"Why don't you try contact lenses?" Fang wondered. "Then you look less smart but probably hotter."

          UNPROMPTED ASKS. » always accepting!

    "But it's such a pain, putting them on... and then taking them back off," Vivian complains before shaking her head. Why, sensory-wise, she hated contacts if only because they were uncomfortable to even wear and she herself had a habit of blinking too much, to the point where she couldn't really bring herself to go through that much trouble.

    "Honestly, my eyes are the windows to my soul, so no amount of attractiveness would be worth me potentially going blind just because I forgot to remove them... so I think I'd go the ugly, optically challenged route any day, thank you very much."

@badheart

[psychblurred]

another day of not so great news. my eyesight has gotten so bad that especially my right eye needs some real complex lenses… meaning that i need a new pair of glasses and also that most likely i won’t be able to wear contact lenses anymore.

and it’s like a kick in the gut. cause i hate myself with glasses. i’m ugly when i wear them, that’s it. they suck so much when i train. myself or others. i won’t be able to go to the beach or to swim cause i’m not removing my glasses so everyone can see that i’m cross eyed.

god… this is such a flashback to when i wanted to get my eyes fixed with surgery at 15 and my doctor told me we can’t do that cause my eyes are changing basically every appointment. and i started crying and she prescribed my first ever contacts and basically saved me. and now i’m back to being that loser.

my god my life has been fun the past couple of months!

[wolfstarlibrarian]

Hi librarian, I hope you're doing well. I'm super grateful for your blog and your recs always get me through whatever I've got going on. I was wondering if you have a list for meet-ugly fics, they're my favorites

Hello friend! Your sweet asks always make this Librarian smile, and hopefully this list of fics will return the favor. There are…a lot of fics in this category so there are even more fics below the cut. Happy reading!

💞 Wolfstar Meet Uglies 😅

St-rain-gly Familiar by Judeyjude

prompt: Remus is having a terrible day. To top it all off, when he gets caught in a sudden downpour his umbrella refuses to open. Luckily for Remus, a black haired stranger comes to his rescue. The rescuing doesn't go quite as planned...

Smoke Signals by @kattlupin

Sirius Black, the reluctant God of Black Island, has his world turned upside down. Not by the smoldering volcano that has come back to life and is threatening to blow its top and destroy them all at any moment, but by the islands mysterious, surfing, pot smoking inhabitant, Remus Lupin.

The "Sweetest, Kindest Person" by @kittycargo

Lily's friend Remus comes to the dental office where Sirius works to have his wisdom teeth removed.

Strangers on a Plane by @halictus-writer

Sirius is planning on reading during his short flight. But his seatmate is rather handsome, if not a little standoffish. They're both short on tact today.

Operation Puppy Love by @goodboylupin

After a long string of failures, Sirius must take on the mantle of Man's Best Friend to help James win over one Lily Evans. As a treat for his good deeds, he meets the man of his dreams.

The Social Penetration Theory by @catewip

When Remus Lupin gets distracted by his insanely attractive new classmate, technology rebels and chaos ensues.

Fine Motor Skills by @my-coming-of-age-novel

Sirius Black's car needs work—again. Meanwhile, Remus Lupin is amused to see his favorite customer back at his mechanic's shop. An ode to classic "tattoo artist meets florist" fics, this "mechanic meets bookstore owner" one subverts the trope so the exact opposite marauder that you would expect to own each shop does.

To Fall for/on the Northern Line by @ptarmiganlettercarrier

What happens when the only other guy on the train trips over you? Well... if you're Sirius Black, maybe you start to flirt. And maybe, just maybe, he flirts back.

Tom Jones (A Love Story) by @wook77

The story in which Remus is a street musician, Sirius is a self-important banker that spends more on his coat than Remus makes in a month, James is James and Peter likes Tom Jones.

Hogwarts Bouncy Castle of Love by Children_of_the_Shadows

To many, Sirius in a bouncy castle may spell disaster, but to Remus it is where he has found true love.

Swipe Left for Safety by @remywrites5

His finger hesitated over a picture of someone who absolutely couldn’t be real. He had long, dark hair that fell well past his shoulders and grey eyes that Remus thought must have been either contact lenses or photoshopped. High cheekbones and sinful lips the man looked like a model. Remus was not about to get catfished by a picture that was probably of someone famous that he just didn’t recognize. Besides, what kind of a name was Sirius anyway? It was obviously fake. He swiped left. Not today, Satan. “Hard pass on that guy, huh?” Someone said from above Remus. “Ouch.”

Huckleberry by @wolfywordweaver

One dusty morning in a small town in the middle of the Wild West a gunfight brings the best gunslinger of the Greyback Boys face-to-face with the legendary Black Grim. Who's got the fastest hands in the West?

Chance Meetings, Therapeutically by @halictus-writer

Sirius is getting himself through post-divorce life when he re-meets the husband of the man his husband was cheating on him with.

Be Nice to the Wait Staff by wannnabesuper

Inspired by the instagram @overheardbumble: "I ended the date early because he was rude to the waiter." "Ugh, I hate that." "I know...But I ended up going home with the waiter, so it was worth it."

Headband by diiiangelo

When Remus finally agreed to go watch a soccer game with Lily, he didn’t know that the most gorgeous man he had ever seen would be playing. He also definitely didn’t count on said man kicking the ball right at his head.

Something Beautiful -orphaned account

When Remus Lupin's ex talks him into a drunken tattoo mistake, he goes to his friend and co-worker Lily for help. Luckily her husband's best mate is a tattoo artist who can help with the cover up. Unfortunately for Remus, the tattoo in in a rather compromising area, and he'll have to get over his embarrassment. Luckily for him, Sirius Black is just the man for the job.

Customers Only by Judeyjude

"Dragging her eyes back to Sirius, the hostess pointed a perfectly manicured nail to the sign on the podium that read: Restroom for Customers Only." A charming stranger saves Sirius Black from a sticky situation when little Harry's on the verge of wetting himself.

The London Underground Book of Love by Children_of_the_Shadows

The cardinal rule of the London Underground is to never, ever make eye contact. It is a rule that, among many others, Sirius tends to follow despite his otherwise rebellious, non-rule-following nature. So the first time he makes eye contact with a human being in the subway comes as much of a shock to him as anyone else. Especially when he's unable to look away.

False accusations -orphaned account

It's December 1981 and Sirius has his hands full with Harry, when one afternoon he receives an unexpected visit from Child Protection Services.

On Behalf of the Souls -orphaned account

When Remus gets into an unwitting row with a couple of drunk men at the pub, the last thing he expects is for the gorgeous person at the end of the bar to come to his rescue. But the Universe seems to be interested in seeing them together, as Sirius Black finds something he likes very much about Remus Lupin, and aims to keep him.

[ohtobeleah]

If you have time can we please get an update about what happened in Wakanda with Bucky and Carter?

Agent Carter Masterlist

“Yep, okay, well if you can’t get in touch with Dr. Beck can you please try getting in touch with Dr. Christina Raynor?” You groaned frustratedly, squishing your face behind your hand as you listened to the obvious thick assistant on the other end of the line trying to figure out how to contact the therapist you wanted to work with Bucky. “Okay, yep, thankyou—bye.” Hanging up with a sign you leaned back against the chair. A gentle hand coming to rest on your shoulder. 

“What have you been doing all this time Y/n,  You’ve barley slept?” Shuri asked softly, concerned for your wellbeing. You smiled over your shoulder, patting her hand with yours.

“I’m okay, promise, just doing my job, which is unfortunately harder to do from half way across the world.” You let out a chuckle, laughing at yourself. Shuri sympathetically chuckled along, admiring your persistence.

“You should take a break, I’m sure Sargent Barnes wouldn’t mind the company.” Bucky had been down by the lake for a few days now, resting and becoming accustomed to the quietness and seclusion of the Wakandan fields. You nodded in response, feeling and overwhelming sense of need, a desire to be in Bucky’s company after spending the day on the phone to countless Congress men and women, assistants, secretaries, officers and more. Being run around in circles. Standing as you pushed out from your desk, rubbing at your eyes that seemed to hate the magnifying lenses of your glasses more then you hated having to wear them at all. “He appreciates everything you’ve done for him you know? I can tell.”

“I know—“ you chuckled. “He deserves everything too.”

***~***~***~***~***~

“You know.” It was the kindness in your voice that first had Bucky’s attention. His train of thought instantly shifted from the water that reflected his own reflection back to him—a man he was still struggling to get to know. Acquaint himself with. ”if you stare long and hard enough, I’m sure your reflection will eventually smile back at you.” Bucky chuckled softly to himself, turning to greet you with a gentle smile as you came to stand behind him, looking out over the glistening water.

“Agent Carter.” Bucky greeted you softly, his body and mind tired, hell, he’d even say exhausted, hard to believe when he’d just finished yet another stint in cyro. You shook your head, smirking as you removed your glasses, eyes strained from the computer screen you’d been sitting in front of for the last couple of days. Working on finalising Bucky’s pardon, making sure everything was in order.

“Please, it’s Y/n, you can call me Y/n/n though.” Pressing your fingers and thumb into the bridge of your nose to release the pressure build up. “How’s life treating you out here?” It was a genuine question, the sincerity in your voice noticeable as Bucky listened. Signing softly as he pressed his lips together.

“So far so good.” He admitted. “I don’t mind the tranquility of it all, it’s peaceful, quiet.” 

“I would’ve come down sooner, but I’ve been working on finalising everything for when you decide to return to the states.” You explained, still looking out over the water, taking in the sight of the natural beauty. Nothing could ever compare. “That’s not to say you ever have to, I could understand if you never wanted to leave this place.” You crossed your arms over your chest, a sigh escaping as you looked at Bucky. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’s safe.” Bucky added. “I’ve got soup on, if you’re hungry?” Nodding, you grinned when Bucky gestured for you to follow him, welcoming you into his humble abode. His safe haven. Bucky offered you a blanket, taking it with a small thankyou, he worked to bowl up some soup and bread. Walking out to sit around the open fire with you. Warm and rugged up. Blanket draped over your legs, your blazer discarded next to you on the log. Blouse unbuttoned slightly for comfort. Still tucked into your skirt.

“So Carter.” Bucky didn’t use your first name, maybe it was something he wasn’t ready for yet, accepting the fact you blew over the steaming soup you lifted to your mouth via the spoon in your hand. “Tell me about you? I kinda wanna know more about the woman who keeps fighting for me like her life depends on it.” Bucky smirked softly as the light from the fire bounced off his features. “Haven’t seen you for a few days, been thinking about how you just beat around the bush whenever I ask.” You swallowed your mouthful. Turning to face Bucky just a little more. He seemed calmer then normal.

“What do you wanna know?” You asked. Swirling your spoon around in the bowl of soup absentmindedly.

“Why do you do what you do? I mean—for me? If it wasn’t for you, I probably wouldn’t be here.” Bucky admitted, you already knew that part though. “For all I know if you didn’t help me, I could be locked up somewhere in a federal prison.” You couldn’t help but to chuckle.

“Let’s not forget even with my help you did almost end up in a federal prison.” Bucky laughed with you, enjoying the company, the company he wanted the most. He trusted you, Bucky’s walls seemed to break down a little more with you. “I think what a lot of people don’t understand is that it was never you that was the risk, when you said you could kill me in the Smithsonian? I mean sure, that was you talking, but we aren’t at war and the Bucky Barnes I’ve been researching and studying and trying to track down and help doesn’t go around actively taking down people he meets in museums does he?” Bucky agreed with a slight shake of his head, filling some of the bread he’d ripped off into his soup.

“I guess not.”

“Exactly, but the Winter Solider however, would. He’s like a parasite, but you can’t blame the host for a parasites actions? I guess I had a gut feeling that if I gave you a place to run and hide the Winter Solider wouldn’t be that much of an issue until I could figure out what more to do, how to help, I was hoping you’d lay low—you know, not be the cause of an Civil war between Tony Stark and Steve Rogers.” You admitted, sharing a smile with Bucky, he appreciated everything you’d ever done for him, more then you would ever know. You gave him a chance at freedom. “I tend to break the rules a lot when the people I met end up being more then case files, you deserved a second chance at life and I’m glad I’m the one that was able to be apart of giving that to you—a lot of people never gave up hope on the Bucky Barnes that fell from that train, I’m glad they didn’t and I’m glad your case file landed on my desk because here I am, with you, with this delicious soup, enjoying the company of my favourite semi stable 100 year old man.” It was the way your face light up at the small tease you sent Bucky’s way, hoping he’d accept the banter. He did, Bucky bumped your hip with his, leaning forward as he placed his now empty bowl on the ground between his feet.

“What do you do when you’re not babysitting a semi stable 100 year old?” Bucky questioned, you didn’t really mind the interrogation, Bucky showing interest was a good sign of progress. Smirking you answered, hoping that showing that you were okay being vulnerable in Bucky’s presence that soon, gradually, he’d open up and be just as vulnerable with you. 

“You mean when I’m not working my favourite case?” Correcting Bucky you beamed at him. it was true, Bucky Barnes was and always had been your top priority, now more then ever as you got to know him more. “I work with criminals who have either life sentences or close to, you know the kind, the ones who claim to be reformed and whatever else they wanna say to reduce their sentences.” Ripping your bread you dipped it into your soup. “I sit in with their lawyers and evaluate the danger they could potentially pose to society if they were let out of incarceration.” You popped the soup saturated soggy bread into your mouth, pushing it into your cheek as your spoke. “More often then not it’s a big fat no way—but it beats field work.”

“Why do you say that?” Bucky asked softly, genuinely intrigued by you. “What’s so bad about field work?” Bucky caught on quick to the silence that lingered in the air, the way you coughed the hitched “um” in the back of your throat. The fire popping and cracking a little louder in the silence. Maybe he’d crossed a line? Maybe Bucky shouldn’t have asked. But when he watched you put your now empty bowl to the side, bringing the blanket up over your legs a little more with a sigh, he knew you’d tell him—you were just doing your best to prepare. No one really asked you about this kinda stuff anymore. It had been years, not a lot of people even knew. So there was really no point.

“I used to work undercover with my fiancé, Mark.” You started talking, your tone more serious even when you pained out a small chuckle at his name, his memory. “We were like this inseparable dynamic duo that the bureau just obsessed over. But we uh—We got caught up in this major drug bust after a year of undercover work, should’ve known better, Mark just jumped the gun.” You sighed. Bucky could see the tears welling in your eyes. Placing his hand over your knee when he thought the silence had lingered for too long, comforting and reassuring you to go on. “He was um—was shot during the takedown, he was wearing a vest but there isn’t much that can be done for a clean head shot.” You pressed your lips together, shaking as you wiped the tears that threaten to spill over, raw emotions. You were okay though, at a stage in your life where you’d been through enough therapy if your own to finally be able to talk about your past without having a full on mental breakdown. “I don’t work in the field all that much anymore, got used to being a desk jockey. It’s actually what go your case on my desk—I asked for all the old SSR files, CIA files and cold cases that dated way back to like the 40’s. Stuff that Peggy had worked on or been involved with. Just wanted some mind numbing work to do.” Bucky took everything you said in like a sponge, his eyes lingering over your frame, drinking in the sight of you. Bucky felt like he’d been running far too long—but even then he knew he had a friend, a person he could trust if things ever got too much. To hard to handle. 

“Woah, that’s uh, that’s a lot, I’m really sorry that happened.” Empathy, an emotion Bucky knew he felt, especially towards you. “I couldn’t even begin to imagine.”

“It was so long ago now” sighing you let your elbows fall to your knees, leaning over yourself as the sun dipped below the horizon even more, the light of the fire your only source left. “A former life, but that’s just what it is Barnes, fucking life, we all carry trauma, it’s how we choose to carry it that makes the most difference.” Your words were powerful, they resonated with Bucky something deep. Planting themselves into his mind.

Bucky made a conscious decision then and there to live by your words—to consciously carry his trauma in a way he could manage. Without stumbling, falling to his knees from the weight. To find a way to distribute it. Bucky wanted his life back, or something that felt similar to the life he once had—for everything you’d done for him. He wanted to at least be able to show you he was worth the trouble.

***~***~***~***~***~***~

“You think this is gonna work?” You asked as you read over Shuri’s work. Bucky sat nervously on the bench, sending you a forced pressed smile. “He needs it to work—“

“It’ll work, I promise, might take time but as long as he’s willing to try I’ll do my best Mrs Carter.”

“It’s miss.” You corrected Shuri with a firm smile. “And hey? I thought we were on a first name basis here? What’s with that?” You chuckled, Shuri doing the same as she took her paperwork from you.

“Sorry, Y/n” Shuri corrected herself. You were leaving for the states, making sure the abolishment of the last known Winter Solider was underway before your departure. Leaving Bucky behind with time to heal and grow. He didn’t want you to go—but you had commitments, so did he. You smiled and thanked Shuri for all her help, embracing her before making your way over to where Bucky sat patiently. His smirk prominent upon his face.

“When will I see you again Agent Carter?” By now you had accepted the fact Bucky wasn’t ready to know you by your name.

“Is this your way of asking me on a date?” You teased, smirking as you came to stand almost between where Bucky’s legs hung over the side of the bench. “Didn’t strike myself as your type?”

“From what I can remember? As long as they were smiling, enjoying themselves, felt safe, wanted to dance and let me walk em home? that was my type.” Bucky smirked, a glint of something in his eyes you couldn’t really make. “What about you? What’s the widow into?” You appreciated Bucky’s banter—you didn’t want him treating you any differently. Your lost love and heartbreak was years ago. Time could heal all wounds of given the chance.

“I’m somewhat of a masochist, not physical, but the emotional a side is kinda where it’s at. Assholes, guys with pretty much no charm and egos! Agh—“ you teased. “I usually go for buzz cut clean cut guys who at least look like they could pass for an upstanding citizen, but I guess I could make an exception to a rule, there’s this brunette shaggy looking guy who’s older then me, pretty fucked it if I’m being honest—“ you couldn’t help but to reach out and gently touch Bucky’s cheek, his beard scratching at your palm. Bucky never truly realised how touch staved he’d been, how much he craved the level of affection you were giving him.

“Oh yeah, he’s got a lot of shit to figure out.” Bucky interrupted, reaching out to bring you closer with his right arm, hand hovering softly over the curve of the small of your back. His legs on either side of you as your hands fell to his knees for balance.

“Oh so you know him?” Bucky smiled softly as you chuckled. “Think I should give him a chance?”

“I think if anything? He’d settle for just one kiss, just needs a taste of what’s waiting for him when he gets his shit together.” Bucky smiled, watching as you leaned in with a smirk. Your lips touching his—softly and slowly tasting Bucky. Your tongue dancing with his as you took the lead. Pulling away slowly.

“Work on yourself Barnes.” You pulled out a small flip phone from your back pocket, handing it to Bucky with a bashful smile. “It’s got my number in it, use it, don’t use it. Just promise me you’ll work on yourself okay? Don’t let me down, I don’t wanna have to come after some psycho assassin okay?” The last thing Bucky Barnes ever wanted to do was let the one person who gave him a chance down.

“Never wanna let you down, you keep yourself outta trouble okay?” Bucky kissed the back of your hand. Eyes lingering on yours, ocean blue. “I’ll see you around Agent Carter.”

***~***~***~***~***~***~

It was a feeling like no other, panic, numbness, the feeling of calm washing over his body. Bucky called out for Steve—his body cold and feather light—feeling as if he was floating on thin air yet drowning all at once.

“Steve?” Bucky looked at Steve with fearful eyes, not too sure what was going on, he wasn’t dumb enough to notice he was the first to go—looking around before he fell to nothingness, the people that stood around him wore a face of shock horror and utter sadness. In his pocket a flip phone rang—Bucky never went anywhere without it, he could feel the buzzing on the putter side of his pocket until he didn’t feel at all. Silence consuming him before he could hit the ground. His last thought being—

“Y/n”

On the other end? You traced back and forth from around your desk, co-workers that once stood beside you now vanished into thin air. The number you were calling suddenly cutting out. Panic hitching in your throat as you felt uneasy. Like your fingers and toes were missing, watching as your arm slowly but surely dissolved, a wave of nothingness creeping over you. Your last thought being—

“James—“



[whumpersdump]

Project Rebirth - CH4: Final Touches

Content! From Whumper’s POV. (They’ll get a title soon btw, I just haven’t decided on a name yet).

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TW: (None of these are graphic) Restraints / blink-and-you-miss it use of  “it” as a pronoun / dehuminization / non-con surgery (non-graphic, whumpee isn’t awake) / lab whump / pet whump / sedation / sensory deprivation (not from Whumpee’s POV) / brain-fiddling? (he talks of an implant that restricts basically everything from speaking to moving. It’s mentioned, not shown)

Everything is set for the first practical stage of Project Rebirth to begin. All that is need is some final surgical attention, and a last talk to Whumper’s new investors. Also no editing we die like Toby’s previous owner...

Whumper sat next to Subject One, like he had every moment of spare time in the past five days. The last two, they barely twitched a muscle. Of course this was in part because of the starvation, but it was nice to have achieved nonetheless. Even if would wear of. Their body may be still, but the occasional twitch, hitch of a breath, told him their mind was racing.

He already picked out a name for them. Their masterpiece, even if it would take nine months before he would see their frantic eyes again. Everything was prepared. Their nursery—which was a rather misleading name, but it fit the process, and the marketing—was almost done, the housing facility would be complete in three months.

Subject One was the only one who really needed to be in the container for the sake of the time that it would give Whumper, but the aspect fit the aesthetic his investors expected. It would be what kept the program running for decades to come.

Subject One shuddered. They’d gotten the message. He’d chosen one of his newly acquired sponsors to deliver it through the earpieces. Not because it needed to be. He could just as easily move, then sedate the subject. Make the chaos in their mind spike just before they’d awake in ominous calm. Comforting calm, though it would take a while for the subject to feel about in that way. They had nine months, it would be enough.

The sponsors needed to feel special anyway. Some of them could make perfect pets, the way they seemed to crave special attention. He could try it someday. With this Project, even they could be reborn.

He nodded at Toby. “Bring them to the surgeon. It’s time for stage 3.”

Toby exited the corner he’d been standing in for the past day. It was a test, to see how obedient he really was. So far, Whumper had been pleased. Sure, seeing pets shiver at the thought of accidentally moving a muscle without permission could be rewarding, but it didn’t bring the type of productivity he needed. Toby’s compliant personality, in combination with Whumper’s training, did.

Toby reached for the subject’s shoulder like he always did.

“Not anymore, Toby,” Whumper commanded. “No more touching of any kind. You can move them, tube and all.”

Toby obeyed. With precision, he took the hand truck out of place and rolled it over to the doors that opened to the medical wing. Subject One would feel this, but it wasn’t enough to skew the results. If anything, it could amplify the result he was looking for.

He followed behind Toby, but entered the door to the watching room instead of the OR like Toby did. That’s where his funding was waiting. He hated having to care about it, but money was simply necessary for him to scale up the Project. “Thank you for coming back,” he told the seven investors waiting for him. “As I’ve said before, most of the program is completely tailored to your pet and the pet you wish they become. That means, no program looks or feels the same. This part though, they all have in common.”

He guided their gazes down to the OR—where the surgeon had sedated the subject—and begun the procedure. Toby watched from his corner, as Whumper had told him to. This would be the only time he was allowed this close to a subject before Rebirth, so Whumper made sure he knew as much as possible. The pet didn’t lie. He used to, but his previous owner trained it out of him.

If he were to fulfill any purpose at all in the future, he would have to learn to. Knowing about the stages before meeting the Reborn subjects was a good way to teach them. After all, he’d be the one to truly push the subject’s minds over the edge.

The investors patiently waited for Whumper to explain what was happening. “The implant all subjects receive is what makes this project so realistic. Like a newborn child, they have to learn everything. Eating, speaking, resisting, if you want them to. All in an effort to recreate them into the pet they were always meant to be. Now of course, some of them have skills we do want them to keep. Take Toby down there, he’s a master on the piano. For each pet, the implant’s functions can be customized.”

One of the investors raised her hand. “What are your plans for this one then?” she asked. “Does it have anything worth keeping?”

Whumper smiled. “In a less dire situation, we might have chosen to keep certain parts of them, but as you’ve noticed this is not the average pet we’re talking about. They will be reborn a blank slate. The only thing any pets are allowed to keep is their understanding of language—so they can obey commands, and their ability form minimal amounts of coherent thought and memory. We’ve found that this process works best if to some extent, the pets are aware of the changes. A risk, I know, especially with this one, but it will prove efficient.”

He straightened his tie. “This one in particular has quite the mouth, and they tend to use a bit too much of what they hear against their trainers. For that reason, we’ve limited their access to their vocabulary a bit more than usual. They’ll be able to understand simple sentences, but we won’t have to worry about their natural perceptiveness.”

“What’s he doing to their eyes?” a second investor asked.

Whumper’s heart fluttered. He’d hoped they’d ask. “Those, are highly sophisticated remote-controlled lenses.” They weren’t necessary, they function was mostly aesthetical from the subject’s perspective. They helped make it all a bit more realistic on both sides, though.

“They don’t have to be removed, ever. Which is why we’re putting them in so early. They control the subject’s ability to see color, and light. Like them implant, we can control them from behind the scenes. They aren’t vital, but they smooth out the transition from the Rebirth into the following stages of the program.”

He glanced down into the OR, where the surgeon was finishing up, and the other staff had begun to prepare the subject for stage 4’s container. “I’m afraid that I can’t show you anymore at this point, so my staff can take on this challenge with as little distraction as possible. However I’m happy to answer as many of your questions as I can.”

Several hands shot up. Whumper smiled.

“What are they doing?” Was the first question.

Whumper gazed down. Four people were removing the restraints and the jacket, and outfitted the subject in the thin white suit that would help keep them healthy and alive throughout the following stage.

They connected the dozens of tubes and wires that would take care of everything they couldn’t handle from outside the container, as he called it. “I’m afraid this is another one of those trade secrets, but what I can tell you is that in spite of how it looks, this will make the pre-Birth stage as realistic as it can be.”

“What about these nurseries that your people kept going on about. I’m sure they’re important, but it all sounds a bit too… human for my taste. I prefer my pets are used to the necessary restraints and housing conditions, so to speak.”

Whumper nodded. He wasn’t surprised to hear this investor thought his standard approach too kind. She’d demanded her pets were kept muzzled and bound at the facility’s daycare, even though they were among the most compliant creatures he’d ever seen.

“As I said,” he answered. “Everything can be customized. This subject I believe, will gain more from approach that teaches them that as a placeable pet, they will be cared for as long they don’t resist. Should you trust us with your pets though, if we decide after the evaluation that another approach may achieve the desired results more efficiently, we’re prepared. We have nurseries of all kinds, and our staff is prepared to fulfill any role they need to play.”

That seemed to please them. Whumper turned to the last question.

“How long does this program take?”

“We have multiple options. The standard program Subject One will go through can take up to sixteen years starting at the Rebirth, with a minimum time of three years. Now of course, that is a long time for a pet to be away. We have two accelerated programs that last either a few months, or even just a few weeks. You’re free to choose, but after the evaluation we will provide you with a suggestion. Not all pets need the full experience. Especially if they’re not old enough to be placed, a longer program can harm the natural development.”

A frown formed on a few faces.

“I can see you’re worried about the results I’ve promised you. You won’t have to wait long. The program may be an intense procedure, but the results will start to show after just a few weeks. The rest of the Project is about making them last, so these—” He dangled the subject’s bright red collar in front of them— “will soon be no more than a reminder of what I’ve solved.”

Whumper clasped his hands. The subject was moved out of the OR, into the container hall. “I must go now. My assistant will be up shortly to escort you out. I should mention Toby’s not allowed to be too talkative around strangers, but he’s still learning. If he breaks any rules, please contact me. He doesn’t respond well to strangers punishing him, he’s a bit too loyal for that.”

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[sacredpit]

    he’d been expecting this conversation .

    since he’d come to italy to meet giorno   &   what remains of his closest friends ,   kakyoin had been increasingly aware of the figure looming ominously at the backs of both their minds ,   demanding attention   in death as much as he had in life .   yet ,   despite the whisper of a resemblance ,   he can’t see much of   dio   in the refined   &   lionhearted adolescent that shares his space now ;   giorno is all his own person ,   made up of a unique concoction of hardships conquered ,   ambitions pursued ,   &   passions cultivated .   verily ,   kakyoin cannot claim he’s ever met anyone quite like passione’s young but   powerful   don ,   though he thinks he catches glimpses of himself in him every once in a while .   the time they’ve spent together thus far ,   in spite of its brevity ,   has revealed to him a   golden child   for which a soft spot quickly grows at his core .

a weighted sigh gusts past parted lips ,   scarred eyes lowering toward the evanescing shoreline behind crystalline lenses ,   the light of day shifting against his glasses .   “   ‘ complex ’   is quite a diplomatic way to put it ,   ”   replies kakyoin ,   a bitter ,   but truly humored chuckle beneath his tone .   “   these days ,   i think of it more as nonsensical ,   even if i’ve long since given my younger self grace for falling into his mousetrap .   but giorno ,   as much of a   demon   as your father was ,   it isn’t so easy to answer your question .   not as easy as you may think it to be ,   anyway .   ”   

kakyoin’s lips curve into a gentle smile as he reciprocates the established eye contact ,   a softness to his gaze often reserved for those held closest to his heart .   “   of course you could never be like him .   you have empathy ,   &   a sense of humanity ,   &   a regard for life that he would view as weaknesses .   he was a man   ━━━━   a   being   ━━━━   so consumed by a lust for power that could never be satisfied ,   that he would exploit anyone   &   anything to the furthest extent ,   even if it meant he was only a centimeter closer to his ever - heightening goal .   ”   there’s a falter in his expression as he thinks back to the time he spent in that mansion ,   seeking a companionship that had been dangled over his head on a fraying string   &   losing more of himself with every second he spent at dio’s feet .   his jaw tightens just slightly ,   but the light does not leave his eyes ,   even as a dainty - looking hand raises to remove his glasses . 

“   but despite all of that ,   he wasn’t   all   bad .   no one is ,   ”   he utters ,   voice softening an octave .   “   it took me many years to be able to admit that .   nothing will ever be able to justify the atrocities he committed ,   &   the selfish motives he held for pretty much   anything   he did in his life ,   but there was a reason i was drawn to him ,   that i   trusted   him .   he gave me knowledge of myself i never could have received anywhere else ,   &   helped me to unlock the full extent of my stand’s capabilities .   ”   crimson brows thread together as kakyoin’s thoughts ,   strung together over years of reflection   &   growing maturity ,   present themselves with clarity he wouldn’t have been ready to accept at seventeen ,   freshly victimized .   “   as much as i hate that absolute fucking monster ,   i can’t disregard that .   

so ,   my point is   . . .   if you feel a connection to him ,   an urge to   love him ,   even ,   you shouldn’t feel bad about it .   you said it yourself ,   you could never be what he was .   but he’s still your father   . . .   it’s only natural that some part of you would seek him out that way ,   giorno .   ”   kakyoin watches as the boy stares at the photo he’s kept with him all these years ,   &   there’s a tug in his chest as he thinks of the comfort giorno may have sought in that mysterious image ,   the   value   it holds to him ,   that may have carried him through strife .   “   you are   so young ,   & though you have already accomplished so much ,   you still have a lot to learn .   dio cannot teach you any of those things ,   &   even if he could ,   i can’t imagine his perspective would benefit you much .   but it’s okay to take comfort in what he could have been .   it doesn’t mean that you want to be like him  . . .   just that you want what he should have given you .   ”

𝑬𝑴𝑷𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑪 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺▓ ❛  I know it feels like no one understands, but I'm listening now.  ❜ @sacredpit

❝ That's very kind. ❞ Seafoam hues can only stare with softness, the faintest hints of a smile lifting the corners of his lips at the sentiment. A breath is taken as Giorno looks away, his breath rolling with the breeze as he leans against the railing of a hillside near the ocean, his blonde hair swaying ever so lightly. ❝. . .I understand that the history between my father and you has had its complexities.❞ He'd begin, his eyes finally drifting to the shoreline, where he watched the ocean recede from the sandy beach. ❝ He and I aren't the same. . .I couldn't be like him if I tried. . .but to know my life is attached to someone so heinous. . .❞ A gentle sigh as melancholy takes hold of his voice, a hand gripping the railing tightly as he continues to look over his shoulder at the beach.

Finally, Giorno glances back to Kakyoin, ❝ Just how vile was he ? ❞ Giorno isn't even sure why he's asking, but he needs wants to know. What better person to ask than a victim of his father, and when would an opportunity like this present itself again? ❝ Please. . .Don't sugarcoat it, I want to hear it all. . .It's troubling missing someone I've never known. . .let alone someone like him.❞ Finally, a hand lifts, reaching to his back pocket to pull out his wallet so that he may look down at the photograph of DIO, a sigh leaving his lips once more as his thumb grazes the plastic covering the image. ❝ To only have a photograph. . .I imagine it's nothing compared to the monster he actually was. ❞

[alecxaheart]

Sunshower | Lee Felix Oneshot

✎ Genre : Friends to Lovers AU, Idol AU, Fluff, Angst

✎ Pairings : Lee Felix X Reader

✎ Word Count : 2.5k words

✎ Synopsis : We all know that sunshines together with the rainfall makes a rainbow. And that is exactly like how you fell for the freckled sunshine.

✎ Warnings : Explicit Language

✎. . . Sudden change of plans for the title. :P Enjoy!

In an early afternoon, Felix had to stop by for lunch at this wonderful bakery near the Hangang Park. Where they serve many delicacies such as bars, breads, desserts, cookies, muffins, and more. His personal favorite was their fudgy brownie bites, so favored that he's inspired to make one of his own.

As soon as he opened the door to the bakery, he felt the stress he had from practice a while ago were completely relieved. The bakery gave off a warm welcome when he stepped in. Contrasting to the cold breeze of autumn outside. The aroma of newly baked goods lingered around the room that it felt like Felix's being lured immediately to the cashier. It almost smelled like heaven, thought of Felix.

The moment that he got his desired lunch in his hands, he took a seat near the window. He savored each bite of the pastry, eyes rolling to the back of his head at it's deliciousness. Although a ring from his phone interrupted him from his feast.

" Oi Felix, " Chan greeted as soon as he answered his call. Felix first dabbed his mouth with the provided tissue before replying to Chan, " What's up? ".

While he's into the conversation with his friend, something – or rather someone on the streets captured his eyes. You were aimlessly running after a piece of paper caught in the wind. The breeze carrying locks of your silk hair. Your eyes reflecting the sun and eyebrows knitted as you continue to struggle. When the time that you've had it in your hold came, you accidentally slipped on the autumn leaves. Causing you to painfully land on your butt. A groan fell out of your lips as you rubbed your butt to ease the pain. All of the commotion that Felix saw from you made him break out a giggle, which left his friend confused on the other line.

" Ah yeah, yeah. Let's defo have a barbie this arvo. "

Felix thought that you were adorable.

" (Y/N)? " Called out by the person on the other line as soon as you picked up the call. Your phone was pressed against your right ear while you continued searching for the remote underneath the pillows. It surely has been a while since the last time you interacted with your boyfriend, Park Jongsuk, and God knows how much you missed him. Just hearing his soothing voice at this moment sent butterflies into your stomach. His voice is enough for you to make your day better. " Yes, love? " You asked, smiling to yourself. Also noticing how his tone sounded more requesting. As much as you wanted to beam at him a ' good afternoon ' and ask how is he, you decided not to.

Once you've found the remote to your television, you turned the volume down so that your conversation with him wouldn't be interrupted. You've been just passing some time by watching Netflix for about a week now. Actually, not only for passing time but it is even for avoiding yourself to overthink your current situation - especially about your relationship status with Jongsuk.

" Could we.. " He first trailed off for a moment, contemplating if he should persist with the plan. " Could we meet up later? " That question alone made you joyful and excited, smiling from ear to ear. You give him your enthusiastic approval before ending your call by telling one another that you're both anticipating for your meet up. Turning off the television, you were off to your room to fix yourself. Afterall, this is your first meet up with him ever since the day you were parted by long distance — that's been like roughly 8 months. Him achieving his dreams as a model and actor, away from your home country, Australia. He did brought you with him though. The first months you shared the same apartment, every moment filled with happiness and love.

That is until everything drifted apart. It began with him moving to a dorm nearby and supported by his Entertainment. His weekend visits turned to none at all. Everything that became a habit with him vanished one by one. Leaving you only with memories. But it seems like today's the day you'll start to get everything back.

Oh how you are so oblivious to your bittersweet fate.

Arriving to the said location, Hangang Park. It runs through thousands of miles and has many parks along the way. An environment friendly place for people to enjoy nature, sports, foods, entertainments, fountains, and more. You personally just adore how comforting it is to be there and to have a breath-taking sight of Han River, especially at night. Every locals and tourists savor their time to be here the same as you do. Although as of today, you couldn't help but notice that the park isn't as packed as it usually is.

You sat down on a nearby bench, waiting for Jongsuk to make an appearance. He did told you to come in the late afternoon and you did get there in time. Leaning onto the bench, you let out a sigh. Eyes finding itself staring at the sky covered with gray clouds. The cold wind crashing into your figure, making you shiver. You were sure that you checked today's weather forecast before leaving your household, told you that it'll just be a cloudy day.

Children's hearty laughs soon began turning to murmurs and whispers. The sound of silverware and plates clinking rang through your ears. It sounded like the family's starting to pack up and clean up their picnic space. " Come on, let's go! " Called out by a woman in her late 20's, assumming that she's the mother. You grew anxious when you noticed how everyone seemed to abandon you alone. Why is everybody departing out of the blue? You've just arrived.

" (Y/N), " You heard your own name being mentioned and it came from  behind you. Recognizing the owner of the cordial tone of his voice, you turned around to meet a pair of eyes wearing misty gray contact lenses. Seeing him washed away all of your worries. Your heart's about to instantly jump out of your chest due to the fact that it's filled with pure happiness. Unconsciously smiling brightly at him.

" Love! " Running towards him, you hugged his tall form securely. Mumbling the words, " I missed you. "

However, to your surprise, he never returned the hug. In fact, Jongsuk gently removed your arms around his waist. " (Y/N), I missed you too, " He started, crouching a little bit to face you better. " Although I have something to tell you. Something important, that's why I came. " Something's starting to creep into your guts. As if it's warning you that there's something off about today. He stated that but he never smiled back at you ever since he made an appearance. Plus, he always addresses you by your real name. Not your shared endearment which is strange.

You hummed in response, your smile slowly fading from your lips. " What is it? " Jongsuk saw how your eyes sparkled with hope. He knows that you're yearning for him to tell you that your gut feeling is wrong. Which made him more guilty for what he's about to do.

" (Y/N), let's.. " He hesitated, hating the fact that he has to see you in this state. However, he does know better for what's best for the both of you. " Let's end this here. " To be better off with someone else. Those words were enough to shatter your heart into million of pieces. Your face fully turning into a gloomy countenance with a hint of confusion. Your lips starting to quiver. For a second, you were frozen into place. You dislike how you couldn't control yourself right now.

" I'm sorry, we just didn't work out anymore. " He continued. Thoughts were flooded with denial, that this is happening at this very moment or you must've misheard everything. But no, Jongsuk's facial expression says it all.

" I understand, " Your voice sounded brittle, holding back the tears. Pity is one of the things that's written on his face. That's the least thing you wanted from anyone, to pity you. As if it's telling that you're incapable of overcoming the worst situations in life, that you're fragile and being belittled. And you clearly despise it. " I'll take my leave now. "

With that, you walked away from him. Your arms found itself wrapping around your own figure, trying your best to calm down. Your mixed emotions of fury and agony almost getting the best of you. Although each second that's passing is killing you. Heart aching, lips quivering, you were just in the worst state ever. And once that first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream. Resulting you to run away aimlessly. To wherever your feet may take you.

One drop, two drops fell from the skies that made you slow down until you come to a total halt. You looked up to the sky, seeing it covered with dark clouds. A droplet landed on your cheek, a simple gesture from the heavens of wiping off your tears and you'd like to think of it that way. It wasn't long after the drizzle transitioned to a downpour. As if the heavens are crying and mourning with one of its beloved (you) at what tragedy it witnessed. Unfortunately, you haven't brought your umbrella with you due to the fact that you believed at the false weather forecast. So, you let yourself get drenched in the rain. Not giving any piece of shit about the aftermath. You're currently already exhausted and under the weather.

You closed your eyes, body shivering to the cold air being left out from under the showering water. For a few minutes, you stayed there. Not even minding any comments from the people passing by. That is until you didn't feel the rain landing on your body out of the blue. Strange that you could feel a warm presence to your right. However, you could still hear water coming in contact with the pavement.

When you've parted your eyelids, you were greeted by a black fabric instead of gray clouds. " G'day mate, " A familiar deep voice laced with Australian accent greeted. Glancing to your left, he beamed a sweet smile at you. It was as warm, bright and blinding as the sunshine that it could possibly change the whole weather. To be honest, he's the least man you expected to see today since you thought he's as busy as your ex-boyfriend was.

Lee Felix.

" You know you'll get ill with what you're doing and that's least thing I wanna know from my mate. So, that's defo a no no from me, " He pointed out, handing you his umbrella. You timidly accepted it anyway, hand brushing pass his warm ones. Eyes instantly staring at the wet pavement as soon as it's in your grasp. Sighing, Felix took his jacket off and placed it on top of your shoulders. He also handed you a handkerchief after that, receiving a small thank you from you. Then took the umbrella handle back into his grip.

" You know, your ex-boyfriend's a dick, " That being stated by Felix, you let out a belly laugh while drying your face. Seeing your face lit up also made him laugh with you. Ever since the beginning, you both just clicked when Jongsuk first introduced him to you. The time one of you spoke the first " Aussie, Aussie, Aussie! " call, you felt the connection between the two of you while harmonizing at " Oi, Oi, Oi! ". And honestly, he's better at handling long distance friendships than your ex-boyfriend was. He made sure that he gives time for your friendship despite of his busy schedule from being an Idol. Which is impressive because that's just friendship, what more if he's in a relationship?

" I'm sorry, it's just – That came out from you very unexpectedly. I never saw that coming but I like the change. " You chuckled, now walking down the streets with Felix.

" Well, it's still true though, " Felix began, taking out his favorite fudgy brownies he bought from Sunny's. " How could he be so impatient and ghosted you for straight 8 months? And love is known to be patient. He let himself get defeated just by distance. " He took a bite at the brownie, chewing it thoroughly before continuing. " I even heard rumors of him and this make-up artist from his drama recently. "

" What the fuck, " You cursed under your breath, the last part surprising you. Avoiding the chances of you overthinking, you shook your head then changed the topic. " So you're admitting that you've been spying on me, huh? "

" Hey, it's not my fault that I was at Sunny's because my stomach's craving again for those pastries when I witnessed it, " Felix defended, earning a hum as a response from you.

" Though, it felt like I was watching a K-drama, " He jokingly added which ended with you smacking him upside the head playfully.

Reaching back home, you invited Felix for dinner and he gladly accepted the offer. As long as you agreed to his terms of conditions. Let him play League Of Legends on your PC and buffalo wings for dinner.

Coming out of the bathroom fully dressed and hair slightly damped, you saw Felix already busy playing on your PC. The headphones plugged into his ears. You're probably gonna kill him if you found out that he gave you a losing streak. Leaving the room, you went down to the kitchen. Preparing his desired meal. As you were doing so, you occasionally heard faint screams from upstairs which made you chuckle. It was quite odd how well Felix knows to immediately make your day better. Like as if nothing, no tragedy, ever happened earlier.

By the time you called Felix for dinner, he dashed down the flight of stairs and towards the dining area. His eyes sparkled and mouth almost drooling at the delicious sight plus taste of the meal. He didn't hesitate to dig in, taking one into his lips and you followed. While eating, Felix's eyes landed on a picture frame unintentionally, making him glare at it. " You should find someone better, " He suggested, his chocolate orbs meeting your own.

When you're always this close to him, you could see his charming points well. From his distinctive features to his gorgeous freckles. You still continued to believe that it was a constellation map drawn by the Gods so that people could never forget what the heavens looked like especially on cloudy days like today. It must've took a lot of patience, dedication and love to sculpt him. How blessed he is to be one of God's greatest masterpiece. Maybe, the heavens loves you so much that they sent him for you. Afterall, the heavens did show affection to you in a form of rainfall.

" Yeah, as if there's someone as better as you. " You murmured while continuing to feast onto the meal. However, Felix heard it clearly.

" Hmm.. " Felix pondered for a moment, chin resting on top of his hands. " Too bad there's only one of me. "

" Although this one does like you. "

End.