#I'm just trying to cover all my bases yall

[eatmeandbirthmeagain]

I have literally read all you stories and im so so impressed. Im not sure if your taking requests or if. If not than im very sorry. If yes then could you please write one where a modern doctor ends up being reborn as a Nobel princess who is about to marry king baldwin. She could then cure him.

♧ A Better Life - King Baldwin x Reader ♧

♧ Angst ♧

A/N: HELLO FRIENDS!!! I am back officially now!! Exams are over and the school year is done! I am so exited to be back!! Anon thank you so much for this beautiful request. This took me so long and I really hope you like it!!! This was an amazing one to return with, I hope yall enjoy it!!. As always this is based on the film Kingdom Of Heaven not the real historical figures. Enjoy!

TW: Leprosy, Slight mention of blood

Y/n remembered little to nothing from that night.

Simply getting into her car late, well after the sun had set, and driving. Then the lights. Then the crash. Everything else was fuzzy. Even in her life before the crash, the only knowledge she seemed to remember was what she had learnt in medical school all those years ago.

Nothing about her beautiful rooftop apartment where she lived alone. And certainly not the crippling loneliness she dreaded returning to every night after work at the hospital.

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Y/n’s eyes flew open and she sat up with a gasp, clutching at her pounding heart. After a few seconds of panic, she looked up at her surroundings.

There was no car, no wreckage, no blood.

Just a plush, white sheeted, four poster bed that held her trembling form. The curtains that hung around the top of the bed shrouded her view of the rest of the room, but from what she could see, an open balcony window allowed sun to shine through and into the large, beautifully decorated stone room.

Confusion soon replaced fear in the young doctor's mind. Was she in a hospital? No, it wasn't sterile enough to be a hospital. There was no beeping of machines, no bustling nurses. Something she was all too familiar with.

She tried to think back to what had happened, but all she could remember was the crash. Nothing else. Y/n pulled back the covers and cautiously stepped out of the bed. She barely got one foot on the ground before the large, wooden doors opened to reveal young woman carrying a tray with an assortment of dishes that y/n had never seen in her life.

“Good morning my lady” the young woman said with a smile, approaching y/n’s bedside.

“Good morning,” the doctor replied, trying to hide the confusion in her voice.

“I hope you are excited for today my lady, everybody in the maids chamber surely is!” the young woman said, her bright eyes practically glowing.

“I'm- excited for what?” y/n replied cautiously.

“Well your wedding of course, everybody has been anticipating this day for months now! Our kingdom will finally have a queen!” she was grinning now, y/n couldn't help but smile despite her confusion.

“Oh- yes! How could I have forgotten” the doctor said, once again attempting to hide the fact she had no idea where she was.

After the maid had left, y/n inspected the food. It looked delicious but eating was the last thing on her mind, for now. She slipped out of the bed to take a look around the room. There were books stacked on a shelf, a desk, a face washing basin and lots and lots of religious imagery, painted in typical pre-renaissance fashion.

Judging by the beautiful stone walls, she was most definitely not in the twenty-first century anymore. Nothing was boring and white. No white walls, no white marble countertops. Everything was handmade. Genuine. It was certainly a changeup from the old routine.

You see, y/n was intelligent. She always had been and on top of this, her years as a surgeon had taught her to act reasonable, calm, and logical even in the most outlandish situations.

Waking up in a different time period after a car wreck was no different.

She had to think of a plan.

“It's morning, people should be expecting me somewhere soon”. Turning to the bookshelf, y/n picked up a book and opened it. Handwritten. In Hebrew.

“That should place me somewhere in Israel, perhaps Jerusalem” she thought.

“And it's definitely before the renaissance, but after the birth of Christ”.

Placing the book back on the shelf, y/n continued to think. She had to figure out where she was and fast.

Y/n turned her attention to the other side of the room. The bed, a couch, and the open balcony doors. Approaching the balcony, y/n looked outside inspecting the area around the building she was in.

Knights. Many knights.

“Medieval “ was the first word that came to mind.

“That should place me somewhere around the 12th century-” was the last thing her mind concluded before the wooden doors opened again.

Six maids came into the room, each carrying something different. Some carried jewelry, some hairbrushes and combs, and others beautiful white fabric that appeared to be some kind of dress.

“Oh my lady, you have barely touched your breakfast!” one of them exclaimed as y/n entered the room from the balcony.

“You will need your strength for today!”

“Oh I'm terribly sorry, I forgot all about it! I was just getting some fresh air, I'm a little nervous” y/n said as calmly as she could, praying that they didn't notice something was off.

“That's alright dear” the oldest of the maids said, “it doesn't matter now because we need to get you dressed! Come, sit” she gestured to a vanity mirror and chair that y/n hadn't even noticed. 

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It felt like hours that the doctor sat in that chair, as the maids worked tirelessly on her hair and face. Braiding and brushing, applying makeup and finally helping her into the beautiful white dress robes.

They fit perfectly, just like a glove. As if they were made for just her and her alone.

“You look immaculate, your majesty,” one of the maids said, taking a step back to admire their future queen. Y/n smiled, for a moment forgetting her predicament.

It felt as though she had lived in this world her entire life.

“Come now darling, we don't want to keep the guests waiting!” the oldest maid said, taking the doctor's hand and leading her towards the door. Y/n followed blindly.

“This should be interesting,” she muttered.

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It was a short walk from her chambers to the church. There were already plenty of people waiting inside. Y/n barely had any time to think before a bouquet of flowers were shoved into her hands and she was walking down the aisle, people standing left and right staring at her.

Taking a deep breath, y/n steadied her hands and continued walking at a slow, measured pace.

“Come on y/n, this has to be the least nerve racking thing you've done all week”.

Looking up, she could see her “future husband” standing at the end of the aisle. It was strange, she couldn't see his face, he was wearing white robes and a veil that shrouded his features almost entirely. But from what she could see, it appeared he was wearing some kind of mask.

Then it all connected.

Not only had y/n taken a myriad of science and math subjects in highschool, she had also taken an ancient history class. One unit had specifically focused on the “Leper King of Jerusalem, Baldwin IV”. This must have been him.

As she approached the end of the aisle, her mind wandered to a patient she had treated with severe leprosy, contracted while he was on a tropical holiday. She remembered how much pain he had been in and her heart broke thinking about this poor king who had gone untreated for so long.

She was only snapped out of her thoughts when she came face to face with her soon to be husband. His eyes met hers and what she thought would have been a neutral feeling (since she did not yet know this man at all) turned quickly to a feeling that she had not experienced in what felt like years.

Love.

The doctor's heart skipped a beat looking into those eyes. Those beautiful, blue eyes. The mask he wore was polished to perfection, the metal was perfectly shaped into sculpted, masculine features.

He was beautiful.

Y/n was far too focused on just how captivating the man who stood before her was to pay any attention to whatever the priest was saying, until once again she was snapped out of thought by the large crowd cheering as they were pronounced husband and wife, in the name of the Lord.

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Later on, the guests had left and all had returned to somewhat calm after a day of celebration. Y/n was slightly shy at first during the celebrations, doing everything in her power to read the room and understand her place in this new world. But after a while, she began to enjoy herself.

Her “husband” had barely spoken a word all day, but she had caught him looking at her as she talked with his sister and associates. She was told by a few maids that after getting changed from her wedding attire, she would go and meet privately with her new husband.

She was nervous, but not even half as nervous as somebody else was...

Baldwin paced up and down his chambers until his legs were in agony. The day had been strenuous on his body and the pacing did not help.

The young king slumped down on his couch, cursing his frail body. He had watched her all day, his wonderful y/n. So full of life, so intelegent, speaking with everyone and enjoying her time while all he could do was sit and watch.

Oh how he had wished to join her, to dance with her, to speak with her, to hear every word her beautiful voice had to say, to look into her eyes. Those perfect eyes.

He hoped that she knew just how much he had fallen for her, even though they had not spoken a single word all day.

He cursed the mask that shrouded his emotions, forcing him to look cold and stern when all he wanted was her to know how warmly and deeply he felt for her. Baldwin sunk deeper into the couch cushions. His body craved sleep, craved a break from the pain. But he couldn't. He had to see her right this instant.

Taking a deep breath, or as deep as his failing lungs could take, the young king sat up and stared down into his hands, anticipating the moment y/n knocked on his door.

He did not have to wait long because no more than a minute after he sat up, a small knock came from the wooden door. Baldwin got to his feet, perhaps too fast. He steadied himself and called for her to enter. Y/n pushed open the door. She looked as beautiful as she did in her wedding dress.

“Good evening your majesty” she said with a graceful curtsey.

“Hello” he replied, suddenly feeling incredibly shy.

Y/n smiled. He was truly adorable. He looked so soft and warm in those robes. Good lord what was she thinking? She had barely met this man and yet she was acting like a teenager in love!

“Would you like to take a seat?” he offered, his voice gentle and kind. “Of course,” she replied. The two sat in silence for a moment. But it was not an awkward silence, more of a comfortable silence as the young couple took each other in.

It wasn't long before they got to talking. Two intelligent, young minds in the same room were bound to connect almost instantly. And that's just what they did.

Y/n tried to not say anything about her “world of the future”. That was until they were brought to the topic of his disease.

“So, you have no issue in being wed to a leper?” Baldwin had asked, his voice growing sad. Her heart broke for him in an instant, remembering how terribly people with his disease were treated at this time.

“Of course I don't” the doctor replied.

Her kind voice soothed something deep inside Baldwin. Something untouched for so many years. His eyes burned with tears but he dare not  let one fall.

“Really?” he asked, his voice breaking slightly.

“Of course! All I see is a beautiful, young man with a bright future. And from what I've heard, you're a wonderful ruler, and I know you will be a wonderful husband too”.

Baldwin smiled beneath the mask. He hoped she could see the smile through his eyes. Y/n took a deep breath before her next choice of words.

“You know, where I come from, lepers can be healed,” she said softly. Baldwin’s eyes widened.

“Truely?” he said in disbelief.

“Yes, but you can not tell anyone”

“I won't, of course! Please, share this with me” the young king said in a hushed voice taking her hands in his.

“Alright. I'm going to need a few things to do it and it may take a while-”

“Please, y/n. I'll do anything” Baldwin was on the verge of tears now. “Now I have you, I have a reason to live. I need to live, please” he begged.

Y/n’s heart sank as his previously strong demeanor shattered into a thousand pieces before her very eyes. As gently as she could, y/n wrapped her arms around her husband, pulling him into a gentle yet firm hug.

At that moment, the young doctor understood why all of this had happened. She was brought here for a reason. To cure this poor young man, to show him the love he deserves and to have a better life by his side.

“I promise Baldwin, I’ll make you well again. No matter what it takes. I'll do it”

[rookiesbookies]

Captain John MacTavish x His wife x Sergeant Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

I dont know how it would happen but i'm imagining sweet little Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish meeting Captain MacTavish and his wife. I guess this is me rewriting what happened bc Im made we’ll probably never see Neil as his boy again. 

Masterlist is pinned on profile as always, don’t forget to leave me a comment or a request in my inbox to let me know what yall want to see!

Smut smut smut under the cut for my lovely mutual @shotmrmiller of my John and his wife meet sweet little Johnny au thing.

Also @glitterypirateduck this one is for you and #soapitup

“Bhean,” he whispers loudly, following it with squirrel noises, motioning for her to follow. She walks out of the recreational room. He nuzzled bis face into her neck, letting her know he was nervous about what he was going to say. “I'm getting serious deja vu.”

“Talk to me, Goose.” A shameless quote of their favorite date night movie from when they dated made his nervous face crack a smile.

“I have this crazy memory,” he mumbled into her neck, she always worried he’d hurt himself craning it down like that so often.

“What about, don’t leave me on cliff hangers, Mr. MacTavish.”

“Do you remember our first time together?”

“Skiing or fucking? Because I remember both very well.” He chuckled at her bringing up his failed skiing attempts from a vacation they went on.

“Making love, Bonnie.” He hummed, “would you believe me if I told ya it’s because I had done it before?”

“Considering baby you told me he’d call me mommy? Yes. Yes, I would.” She hummed. “You also found my clit really fast which makes that really reasonable in retrospect.”

“What if, like my future self taught me at that stage, we teach him how to make love to you so he can charm you with the monster.” It came out more as a question, making his nerves hammer against his chest. He was more than sure he beloved wife would say yes, but he didn’t want to risk making her uncomfortable or saying it wrong. 

“He does really want to impress me,” she mumbled. “Fine. But there’s ground rules.”

“Of course, Mo chridhe, anything.”

“Just the tip, you know how I am about hygiene. I don’t fully try young you to keep everything clean. He swears to secrecy and if I ever think for a second he mentions this im ending his blood line. And you stay with us. You are my husband after all, not the boy.” The Captain nodded with every word. He’d make sure. He knew the Sergeant would want no harm to come to his future wife, and the Captain didn’t need a scorched relationship.

“Thank you, Mo leannan, it’s what helped me keep up hope I could lock you down when I met you when I was his age.”

“So it was a memory and more than deja vu?” She asked with a raised brow.

The Captain just simply nodded, planting a kiss on her temple, “you’d tell me if you wanted to back out right? If it made you uncomfortable?”

“John.” She was serious, she never called him just ‘John’. “I expect the same from you. And you’d know I’d never keep that from you.”

She reached up to his face and gently rubbed it. He melted just a little bit into her touch. “I assume you don’t plan to do this on base?”

“No, but that’s the hard part.” “I’ll handle it, go tell the mini you,” she said softly, planting a kiss before walking away.

The Captain sighed and let his shoulders relax, he knew he was so lucky to have her. The sergeant was about to be the lucky one though.

He made his way down the hall and stole his past self from a conversation with Gaz. “My wife and I have decided to give you an opportunity to learn more about her.” He said in a low deep voice. “I will be teaching you about her body so you can please her but there are ground rules she set and a few of my own.” Once he covered his wife’s, he got on to his own, “do not bite her, dig your nails into her, or ignore me if I tell you to do something. No coming inside either and don’t try anything.” Sergeant Soap nodded along, “I’m not sure you’re actually listening, sergeant.” The Captain growled. Soap’s eyes went wide, “Captain me, sir, I prayed last night for an opportunity to feel her skin, honestly I was just expecting to be allowed to shake her hand.” The younger Soap grumbled, “believe me, I’m all ears.” “And none of that ‘I have a latex allergy so I can’t wear condoms’ crap. I know we don’t have that allergy. You will be wearing one.” “You’re so no’ fun,” Soap mumbled. “Fine.”

The Captain didn’t entirely know how he felt about the kid creaming his wife. Sure, it was him, but it was a younger, rowdier, dumber him and not his same body. Getting married meant he was the only one allowed to cream pie his wife, and yes, it is a version of him, it wouldn’t be the same as him doing it. Even if his wife is on birth control and enjoys them, he knows he’d get jealous, way too jealous. Besides it’s his job anyway, he signed a paper to be able to do it, and this kid version gets to just randomly do it.

“So when do I get to show mo bhean how a younger body is better to make love with?” Sergeant asked, patting his older self on the back. This made the Captain flip until the voice of an angel spoke up.

“Ya mean when you meet yer own damn wife. Ya wee-” the Captain’s rage was cut off. “Tomorrow night. I’ll be there ahead of schedule to prepare, my husband will drive you.” She said, walking past the two with effortless grace and a sway of her hips. She flicked a piece of hair back over her shoulder. 

The next 24 hours were full of different forms of tension for younger Soap. He was eager, so eager, almost too eager in the Captain’s eye. The Captain’s raging jealousy made him almost want to shut down the whole thing. 

When he loaded the sergeant and himself into the old truck he sighed. “Remember the rules?” “Of course.”

“Can’t believe you still own this truck.” “She’s carried me through a lot.” “When you meet YOUR wife, she’ll appreciate it. Square bodies are her favorites.”

The rest of the drive was small talk. The sergeant saw a notification appear on the Captain’s phone and snatched it up, since the captain was driving. He back read the short conversation from this morning between the Captain and his wife, who had been the notification. ‘Mo chridhe you better not warm yourself up on that clarty vibrator’

‘You expect him to be able to get me warmed up enough?’

‘Its a teaching experience, mo leannan’

‘I don’t want to make him wait too long, I remember how impatient you were <3’

“Does she think ima div?” Soap looked at the Captain and asked. “Reading my personal texts? Real professional, ya eejit.”

“Does she think I can’t make her feel good? Or make her feel like she’s on Eccie?”

“No, she just doesn’t want you to wait too long. She does this. I bought it for her first time I left on a long mission, now she uses it to take away the fun part of getting her warmed up.”

“So she thinks I'm a fandan.”

“Dinnae fash yersel.” The Captain sighed, “we’re here and the least ya can do is make her feel good as a thank you.”

When he dragged his younger self into the hotel room, it finally set in that he was going to be cucked. By a younger him. Fucking his wife.

He knocked on the door twice and it kind of felt like his wedding night all over again. There she stood in a silk robe, eyes only on him with a gentle and soft smile. It's a smile she only gave when she was nervous, he gave a similar smile back to let her know he felt the same. It was subtle, but he reminded him this was indeed his beautiful wife.

“Go strip in the bathroom and sit down in the chair when you’re done, we need to talk.” The Captain said sharply. 

“Aye aye Captain,” the sergeant mumbled, walking into the bathroom. 

The Captain’s hands immediately found his way to his wife’s hips. 

“Are you nervous?” He asked, holding her close with his mouth near her ear between kisses he placed in her hair.

“Of course,” she said softly into his chest.

“Do you need to back out? We can leave and forget all about this if you need.”

“Do you need me to want to back out?” She asked soft, turning her head to look up into his eyes.

“No, I don’t think so, mo bonnie lass.” He said, planting a kiss on her forehead. “Give me a safeword to give him and a safeword for emergencies.”

“Two levels of safe words?” 

“Just in case I don’t hear the first one, he’s kinda loud.” She giggled and placed a kiss on his neck.

“Bubbles for him and Soap for emergencies.”

“My old callsign?”

“I never call you anyway,” she said softly, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Can I undress you and keep that privilege to myself?” All he needed was the little nod she gave before he moved to untie the robe. 

The lace blue bra she had been taunting him with with the matching panties drove him crazy. She ran her hands up and around his chest as his opened the clasp with one motion and undid the hooks holding the straps over her shoulders so she didn't have to remove her hands from his torso.

He sunk down lower as he planted sloppy kisses down her body and removed her underwear. Lovely pacing a kiss at her lower lips before trailing bite marks backup as the Sergeant exited the bathroom.

“I thought you said I couldn’t bite!” He accused as he watched the Captain leave a hickey on his wife’s chest.

“YOU can’t, I can.” This made the younger Soap look offended. The Captain smirked at the Sergeant’s face. “My wife, remember. Not yours.”

His wife just ran her fingers through his slightly grown out mohawk, a means to sooth him. 

Captain MacTavish moved to his wife’s ear and whispered softly, “may I told yer hand through this, mo ghraidh?”

“Gu sìorraidh is gu bràth,” she said back, pointing to the tattoo on her collarbone. When Soap heard it he almost fainted.

“She knows the language?” Sergeant Johnny asked.

The Captain hummed, pulling his mouth away from the dark hickey he was leaving on her neck, “learned a little bit for me.”

The Captain gave his younger self a once over before landing a sarcastic remark as his eyes landed on the bush, “glad to know you haven’t started shaving yet.”

“You trim?”

“Occasionally,” the Captain pulled his waistband down a bit, nuzzling into his wife, “I wax for special occasions. Yer lucky I found one who doesn’t care.”

The Captain locked his fingers with his wife’s, gently herding her to the bed. He laid her down gently and got her into a good position, shoving a few of the lousy pillows under her waist to offer a better angle.

“How are you?” He asked softly, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand. “Ready as I can be,” she said with a soft giggle, as he bent down to plant a kiss on her lips.

“Sergeant, come here.” The Captain commanded, pointing at the foot of the bed, his wife couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her as she dropped her hand over her face. The Captain moved his wife’s knees apart with his free hand, the other still lovingly holding her’s. Johnny got on his own knees as John commanded him as he spread his wife’s pussy lips apart with his fingers. “Ya see that?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, sir,” John corrected Johnny. He basically gave his younger self a tour of his wife’s softest pieces. Telling Johnny her favorite things that he does and what she reacts best to. Johnny was so enthralled with her body he could move his eyes anywhere else. Especially when John put his fingers inside and curled them suddenly making her gasp so Johnny knew how far in her g spot was. The way her body jolted and softly raised as the gasp left her lips was his new favorite thing. He was so jealous he didn’t have her yet. That she wasn’t his wife yet, that he didn’t have the liberty to mark her body yet. “Get to work,” the Captain said, patting Johnny. He didn’t need to say it twice because Johnny went right in.

The wife brought her free hand down to her mouth to hold in the gasps and moans as Johnny ate so eagerly. John was usually slow and sensual, to the messy and a vehement eating that was happening at her core was a much different sensation. John gently pulled her hand away.

“Checkin in with ya, are ya doing good?” he asked his lovely wife. Her eyes couldn’t focus, her mouth gaping and shutting. 

She gave a nod and a hum as her body started to clench as Johnny inserted fingers between her legs and curled, making her body lurch towards the sky and gasp. The Captain gently placed kisses on her face, her velvety cries just make Johnny want to do it again. “She’s even prettier from this view,” Johnny mumbled, spreading her apart with his fingers.

“She donnae like condoms but imma make ye wear one anyway,” Captain Mactavish told his younger self before placing a kiss to the forehead of his flushed wife, still coming down from her orgasm as her husband ran his fingers through her hair as her breathing slowed with her closed eyes. John threw the condom at Johnny, who quickly rolled it on before standing up. “Donnae force it in, go in slow.”

Johnny positioned himself, putting one of the lovely wife’s ankles to his shoulder before giving it a soft kiss. He didn’t dare pull her down the bed like he would have normally done, he walked on his knees to meet her. Hands sliding down her legs to lift her ass, one he saw as so perfect.

He slowly slid it in as John kissed his wife’s face, holding her hand. She was more than used to John’s dick by now, but she was far from used to Johnny’s pacing. So much energy and stamina, not to say John didn’t have it but John was definitely more about making love than he was about fucking or just having sex.

Once she started to grind her hips, Johnny’s face lit up and he immediately started a toe curly, back arching pace. His tip bullied her g spot, making her mouth fall open but no sound falling from her lips.

John cooed at her as Johnny bullied her soft parts, not caring about his own pleasure, solely the pleasure of this goddess in front of him. Once he was sure he had found the spot, Johnny folded her a bit more to hit it a bit deeper, making sure everything was dragging against her.

The only thing that left her were whines, she felt her melted brain might just spill out her ears as the white, staticy heat built up. 

A nice ring built up around Johnny’s cock as he began to roll his hips. Her pulsating cunt milked him so much he felt an almost numbness in his fingers as all he could do was hold her and roll his hips as she let out a broken moan and came. Her husband’s voice echoing around her head with praises and loving words.

It was down right impossible for Soap to not come from her body's pulsations so he did. He wished it hadn’t been into a condom but he was grateful he just got the chance.

John gave him a look and Johnny took it knowingly, going to get a warm and damp towel. He handed it to John who began to clean his wife up, nodding to Johnny to let him know he could leave. 

Johnny didn’t know it was so John could reclaim his wife with some slow sensual sex and lots of love bites.

John, unlike Johnny, was going to come inside. Johnny looked at the photo he had taken of himself with the wife of Captain John from the night prior, "I'm going to marry you. Yer the one I've been looking for."

[tomurawr44]

TOMURA SHIGARAKI HEADCANONS! (2/3)

okay my last one recieved alot of love and I'm so happy for that 🖤 send in yall's reqs please, sorry if this is kind of ehh and the timelines are weird.

WARNINGS: spoilers, OOC tomura maybe, dating hcs, gn!reader

unlike all the tiktok hcs I've been seeing around, he's not the perfect boyfriend but he's not absolutely evil towards his partner. no he would not hit you, he doesn't even hit any of the league, why would he treat his partner any differently?

for villains/allies

he will treat you like a member of the league, but he trusts you more, obviously, he'll come to you for an opinion on his plan and he will trust your judgement, although not all the time. just don't do it infront of other members, he'll get pissed and sulk about it.

when you get harmed on a mission, he'll voice his concern by calling you an idiot for getting yourself hurt, and he'll call whoever hurt you an idiot for harming what he cared about.

he really is absolutely down bad hates you, he hates the way you make him feel so..vulnerable, and he hates the way you care about him so much, why are you kissing his bruises and wounds? he can bandage himself by himself, don't act all smartass when he gets hurt, you got hurt not too long ago too! he hates all of it! but in the end, he'll crawl into your arms just to hold you, even if it's just by your clothes, or it's you holding him, he'll grumble about how stupid it is before he presses closer against you.

he loves watching you fight or just be in your element, combat based? your his personal bodyguard now. you're kinda like skeptic where he's mostly computer based? he loves to watch and cover for you, it makes him feel like he's in a game or movie.

during the time Kurogiri was captured and sent away, that was the time you kind of saw him spiral a little, not in a manic way just in a way where he was forced to mature so suddenly and it took him a little bit to get used to it, so please be there for him.

during the overhaul arc, you were his righthand (person), there to intimidate and speak alongside him to try and get him to be mature around overhaul. luckily though that fell through.

and then, when the MLA arc started, thats when he feared for you, he knew that you were capable of protecting yourself but it wasn't so secret to the public that you were very close with him. mostly just being called 'Tomura Shigaraki's partner' or something alongs the lines of that, and he had a feeling they were going to try and target you to get information or get under his skin.

it didn't happen though, and you two ruled the PLA together and everyone was afraid of you🖤

during the months leading up to his surgery, it's up to you how you feel about it but you're worried, obviously. who wouldn't be? it was scary.

after his surgery and he obtains AFO, it kind of feels like you lost touch with him, as though he's a completely different person and it's just..off. when you find out AFO is controlling him though, somewhat like what happened during the final endings of the chapters, you're able to connect with him and try and soothe him from the inside out, even if you know it won't do much with AFO in the way.

for civilian s/o (pre USJ/15-18yr old tomura)

it was a wonder that you two got together, you'd have to be the one to approach him first though, places i think you'd be able to spot him in are the arcade, the mall, the gameshop, a 24hr place, computer cafes or hanging around different bars.

he won't be the one to confess first, actually, there won't be a confession, he kind of just thought you two became official somewhere along the way due to how close you two have become.

AFO does not approve of you, he sees you as a source of love and care that he does not want tomura to have distraction and he's torn because he does like you but he also values his master more. so once AFO finds out, he'll become distant :(

but in the end, he might end up lying or trying to brush you off whenever you become a subject between him, Kurogiri and AFO.

he hasn't done anything criminal yet so he usually tells Kurogiri he's going to the mall when in reality he's heading to you .

please just love this man. he needs it, please be patient with his bratty bullshit and show him your not gonna leave no matter what. he might throw temper tantrums but just hold him, kiss his fingers and watch him try and close off but your just too warm for his cold heart.

he's whipped, he doesn't really say i love you though, you have to say it alot otherwise he'll sulk. (he never says it back)

he tends to express his thankfulness/love language through acts of service, quality time and gift-giving. he's scared to touch you, if he disintegrates the only person to actually make him feel normal, what then? what becomes of him?

contrary to some, he's actually very insecure. like, he tries to put it off but he just hates how he looks in general, please praise him, tell him how handsome he is. he doesn't know how he's able to date someone like YOU. he doesn't consider himself as someone to take a second glance at, not even decent because of all his itchies, he doesn't tend to dwell on it but when he does, you can tell.

he never lets you sleep in the same bed as him, for obvious safety reasons but he loves watching you rest. seeing how peaceful you are wrapped up in his blankets, he loves it. sometimes while a game is taking a long time to load, queue, or install, he'll just watch you. call him creepy (please don't) but he has a bunch of pics of you sleeping.

he loves your hair, he loves smelling you, if you use scented things, he loves running his hands carefully through your hair and watching as his fingers disappear into the strands. he loves it when you do the same to him and scritch scritch here and there on him.

speaking of scratching, kissing his neck or face whenever he tries to itch them almost makes the feeling for him drop instantly, not so much but it shocked him the first time you did it.

he loves watching you laugh and smile, doesn't matter if it's about something stupid, it makes him smile too oddly enough.

to date him you have to go through the trials of mamagiri and AFO, get ready to be interrogated when he goes to the bathroom or god forbid you stay for dinner. Kurogiri will be TALKING. (In mhoj2, Kurogiri's a big talker, as in he has voicelines a minute or so long.)

he will tell you his real name if he trusts you enough (AFO does mention his real name to him when he first picked him up so im pretty sure he knows it.)

he's just a sad wet cat please love this crusty munch.

—Ake 2024

[gem-de-lune]

Update & Other Topics

Hey guys, today I may not post readings until the evening, but I figured we could talk about everything going on real quick and cover some topics, then we can discuss what will be going on today for readings.

So first let's chat a bit abt topics that have come up or that I've been needing to mention.

1. I know that a lot of info abt Hybe's involvement in sabotaging SM and implicating Seunghan has come out. My stance is pretty much the same in that I think we have our own game to play right now and cannot afford for there to be attention anywhere other than on SM.

2. So it also came out that this whole ordeal was all SM's plan all along, and they had never planned to bring Seunghan back truly. This definitely checks out, imo based on the very early readings i did. A lot of people want a read on this, so lmk if that's one of the things you want discussed today. Within this read, we can look into what some have been asking, but I haven't gotten to yet- which is the 2 directors and their involvement and conflict, if any.

3. I know that a lot of you still hold SM responsible despite Hybe's involvement and that is correct. However, lot of you have been slowly but surely redirecting yourselves and I am here to tell you to stop. For every second you spend scouring the web gather more info on HYBE and what they did you are spending less time making sure you are sitting on SM's throat. You are allowing them room to breathe. I will also do a read on this later bc yall need to have priorities. A lot of you in the asks are way too interested in what HAS happened instead of what WILL happen. Let's get Seunghan back. We can hate bond over HYBE and demand SM sues them later. Seunghan's future is NOW. And it is for that reason that I will not be doing any readings such as:

How do SM artists feel abt Hybe doing what they did

How do Riize feel abt HYBE

How do SM feel about HYBE

HYBE this HYBE that

Frankly it does not matter and even if it did, I promise you that A: the artists simply do not care as much as you think they do bc they are worried about the now and what will happen regardless of how it came to be. And B: SM is just HAPPY bc it is shifting and sharing blame. You are doing exactly what they want you to do by giving a F. STOP.

To reiterate topic 3: I WILL NOT BE TAKING ANY ASKS PERTAINING TO HYBE PERIOD. With these things, you need to be looking at facts anyways.

4. I know many of you are excited since I did the updated timeline read. I want to make it clear that you all still need to take everything with a grain of salt. After all, I am not God. So let's keep it up with positive affirmations stating he will be back by the 4th, but let's understand that in reality we want him back period regardless of the timeline and THAT is what we need to be hyperfixated on, not the when.

5. I know you all are very anxious, and I am too. But asking "do the members think he will be back" is just another way of asking "will he be back tho" 😭 everyone on Seunghan's side is very hopeful and trying their absolute best to make this happen. If everyone does not let up and fights to the end, there is a very good chance here regardless of the past actions of SM. I have said this literally every single day. Please, please- remember this. Your effort is directly correlated to whether we get him back or not. Period. Any more of those questions will be deleting, not bc I hate u but bc I answered them and do it every single day.

6. Finally, I wanted to hear from you all, how are you doing? I would like some more fun questions to do for tonight. The main reading will be pretty long, and the check-in, of course, will be posted around the morning time in Korea. But if you have any other light questions feel free to post them here or send an ask and I will pick some for readings.

Some reads I'm thinking abt based on asks so lmk if you'd like to see these:

- Check-in on all members individually

- Seunghan + Sohee dynamic when he returns

- Potential concepts after Seunghan's return

Anyways, lmk how you guys feel in asks or comments!

[skyewritesstuff]

paper rings (mike's version)

my masterlist.

entry 2 in my (taylor’s version) songfic series.

summary: despite the recurring hardships, you and mike make a vow to stay together through it all.

pairing: mike schmidt x reader

fandom: five nights at freddy's

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, yall. :')

notes: based on "paper rings" by taylor swift. has been beta read. yall, i swear i'm going to leave the josh hutcherson tag alone for a bit after this, i promise lmao. i also know i need to update my masterlist. i'm going to do this soon!

word count: 3k

At this point in your life, you did not need an alarm clock. 6:30 in the morning started at 6:20 when you’d hear the tell-tale honk of your boyfriend Mike’s car being locked. You technically didn’t have to be up until 7:00 to get Abby up and ready so that she’d be on the bus right at 7:45, but you always liked to greet him when he walked in since work had never been something he’d regard as an easy part of his life.

You’d known Mike since high school. You’d been chemistry lab partners, occasional study partners, and then prom dates. It was as cliche as a “will they/won’t they” situation could be until you two separated after graduation. You’d gone off to college and Mike had stayed local. You didn’t reconnect until you ended up back home working as a nurse in the local hospital and one of Mike’s various work (fight) related injuries landed him in the ER. After reconnecting there and exchanging numbers, you began casually seeing Mike whenever you could. Sometimes he’d flake due to job and schedule changes, not feeling up to it, or needing to meet Abby's needs. That was until the dates became more frequent and it wasn’t so casual anymore. You then moved into his small home with him and Abby, sticking by him despite his numerous job changes.

You got up, putting your discarded pair of Hello Kitty pajama shorts back on despite the black t-shirt of Mike’s falling to a point where they were almost covered. You then wandered into the living room, still a little sleepy, but glad to see Mike after spending all night sleeping on your own.

“Hey, you…” You said with a yawn, reaching to take his vest and keys from him to hang them up.

“What are you doing up?” he asked, sounding rather groggy himself.

“You ask me that every single day…” You laugh, leaning in to gently kiss his lips, “I just want to be there for you as soon as you get home, because I’ve been on graveyard before and it’s the longest, shittiest night you can have.”

He leaned in and kissed you again, his lips curving up into a slight smile, “Thanks, baby…as always.”

You take his hand and begin to walk with him back towards your shared bedroom, knowing you only have about twenty minutes or so to lay with him before you have to get back up for Abby. Mike strips down to his boxers and then crawls into bed with a heavy sigh and you follow suit, not even bothering to take off your pajama pants knowing what little time you had was going to pass by in what felt like an instant.

“Things still super weird down there?” You ask, referencing the pizzeria where Mike had taken his security position.

“As fuckin’ always…” He mumbled as he scooted into your side, hiding his face in the side of your neck.

“I wouldn’t get too comfy, babe…I’ve gotta get Abby up and situated in like ten minutes.” You warned, only to get a passive ‘Mhm’ in response. “I’m just warning you.” You rolled your eyes affectionately, wrapping one arm around him, lacing it into his hair, and running your fingers through his hair as you picked up one of the random books he had on the bedside table. This was a book with photos of nature and wildlife in the mountains of Wisconsin. As you flipped through the pages, you were trying your best to avoid falling back to sleep. As much as you wanted to lay there with Mike, you knew that if you fell back to sleep it’d mean that Abby would miss the bus. You’d either have to take her to school yourself, causing your morning to be shot or she’d miss school altogether, ruining any chance at having a day at home with just you and Mike on your day off.

Right at 7:00, you carefully slid out of bed, putting a pillow in your place. This didn’t seem to phase Mike, who was sound asleep when you walked out of the bedroom to head across the hall to wake up Abby.

Abby was already awake, sitting up in her bed. She was still in her pajamas with a sketchbook in her lap and a crayon in her hand. She was drawing a very abstract-looking yellow rabbit when she looked up at you.

“Do I have to go?”

“Yes…Please get up and get the outfit we picked out last night, okay?”

“Is that Mike’s shirt?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Gross”

With only short instances of protest over what shoes to wear, brushing her hair, and the lack of orange juice in the house, Abby was ready for school. She collected her backpack and gave you a tight hug before running out the door towards the yellow vehicle. Once you were certain she got on safely, you headed back to the bedroom, yawning as you crawled back into the warm bed. You settled under the covers and then moved over next to Mike, who was now turned with his back towards your side of the bed. You wrapped your arms around him and pressed your lips to the back of his neck gently.

He stirred slightly, moving to rest his hands against yours before lacing them together. “Welcome back…” he murmured, “Abby on the bus?”

You nodded, “Mhm…even ate two bowls of cereal this morning.”

“Good work, baby.” he chuckled before turning towards you, wrapping both arms around your waist to snuggle into you. “I try.” You replied with a soft laugh, kissing his forehead. It wasn’t much longer before Mike was sound asleep again and you were starting to drift yourself. The blankets were just too soft and warm. Factor in Mike’s body heat and you were a goner from the start. Sleep took you over sooner rather than later and you found yourself snuggled up into Mike as you finally got to go back to sleep.

Roughly three hours later, you were woken back up by the sound of the trash truck coming to collect the garbage from the cans placed by the curb. You groaned, wanting nothing more than your peace back as you slept next to your boyfriend, but instead, your eyes didn’t feel as heavy anymore.

You turned to Mike, letting out a sigh of relief when you noticed how soundly he was sleeping. It wasn’t a normal occurrence by any means. Normally, he’d sleep for an hour or two before being jolted awake by nightmares from his past and whenever you could be there, you’d try to hold him and coax him back into what you hoped would be a more relaxing sleep.

Today, he was lying in your arms with his head on your chest, breathing slow and steady and his expression was peaceful. You stayed next to him, attempting to fall back to sleep to no avail for around an hour before deciding to slip out of bed and head to the kitchen. You began to prepare breakfast, despite it being almost noon, turning on the small radio in the kitchen so that music would softly begin to pour out of the speaker without being loud enough to wake Mike.

You were focused on the food, trying to make sure nothing burnt, blissfully unaware of Mike leaning against the wall in the entrance to the kitchen. “You know, I’ve told you before you don’t have to do all of this for me.” He sounded both sleepy and amused, but his sudden presence still caused you to jump, emitting a small gasp as your hand came to rest on his chest.

“Michael, I swear to God…”

He fully laughed this time as he watched your reaction with a smirk, “Cute”

“Not cute, you scared the shit out of me. How many times do I have to tell you to stop sneaking up on me?”

“What can I say? Maybe those creepy ass animatronics at work are rubbing off on me because I swear I’ve seen them move without anyone pushing the button…” He spoke, wrapping his arms around your waist, leaning into you. He knew you were a bit of a scaredy cat. You’d made it known several times how you could handle all the real-life gore of a lifetime at work, but horror movies…let alone being in an abandoned building for five nights a week…were an absolute no-go for you.

A chill ran through you, partially due to what Mike said and partially due to the kisses he kept casually pressing against your neck, “That’s so weird. I hate that. I hate that. Maybe they just kind of settle…like how the house settles and makes weird noises.”

“Or they’re possessed..” You could feel him shrug from behind you and you rolled your eyes.

“Like that happens…who’s going to pull a Chucky and voodoo their souls into a giant animatronic bear?”

“The world’s full of freaky people.” he said, letting go of you to go sit down at the table. You promptly turned on your heel and leaned back against the counter, prepared to drop the sarcastic comeback that immediately popped into the forefront of your brain.

“Oh, I know that for sure. You should meet my boyfriend.”

“I’d love to. He sounds like a winner. He’s probably pretty hot too.”

“You’re a loser.” You laughed.

“Please, at least your first jab was original. Your mother calls me a loser like that’s my actual job title.” He was also laughing despite the awful reality of his statement.

You sighed, “And that’s not true and you know that. She and your aunt are just shitty people and when we get our shit situated to the point that we do not need them…then, no contact and we live stress-free.”

You turned back to the stove and started plating the food as Mike replied, “I genuinely don’t think stress-free is ever something in my future.” Your heart sank as it always did whenever Mike would make a statement like this. He’d made one mistake, as a child nonetheless, and it’d started a chain of events that consumed his entire life. He deserved better and a much brighter future than the present you two were currently situated in.

“You know I love you, right?” you said, turning, and putting some of the plates on the table.

He nodded, looking a bit confused by your question, “Yeah…”

“So, let it be known, that if it’s the last thing I do…We’re going to have the best life. You, me, and Abs and we’re going to be fine..” You sat the rest of the food out and then walked over to his chair, nudging it with your foot so he’d scoot back from the table, allowing room for you to sit on his lap.

“I mean…If this is where I think it’s going, I’ll be more than fine.”

You pursed your lips, taking a deep breath before putting both hands on each side of his face. His hands were on your thighs, trailing upwards very slowly as if you wouldn’t notice. “Mike…focus…what I’m saying is…I’m with you. I’m with you no matter what and even if things are shitty and could be better, you’ve still got me and you’ve still got Abby at the end of the day. I know you’re going to tell me no…but again, if we got married the benefits would be there for you and possibly Abby and…”

He shook his head, “I’m not marrying you for benefits. That’s just…shitty. That's beyond my levels of shitty. I want to marry you, but not like that. You talk about me deserving better all the time, but you deserve better than that. You take care of all of us and haven’t ditched me even after I beat the ever-loving shit out of some guy at the mall. You’re a saint. If I can’t properly propose with like..a ring, candles, Abby not harassing me about when I’m going to do it like she’s been doing for the past…I don’t know…six months…then, I’m going to put it on hold.”

You chuckled at his comment, “You think too highly of me, baby boy.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and raised an eyebrow, “Do I, though? You do all of this on the regular and I don’t even ask you, and in fact, I’ve told you to stop.”

You shrugged, still laughing softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “Just accept the love, Mike.”

You leaned in and kissed him gently. “You could do so much better, you know?” he stated. You kissed him again.

“How can I do that when I’ve already got the best?”

You spent the rest of the day with Mike, relaxing at home, watching TV, and napping off and on until Abby got home from school. Once her homework was done and everyone had dinner, Mike had gone to lay down for a bit to prepare for his nightly shift at Freddy’s and you were sitting at the table with Abby. Abby was drawing, per usual, and you were trying to finally put some of the pictures of Abby, you, Mike, and all three of you that you’d gotten developed placed into the frames you’d thrifted a few days prior.

“Why do we have to look at Mike any more than we have to?” she stated, eyeing a frame you’d just shut and were putting to the side containing a picture of the three of you on Abby’s last birthday.

You looked at her and then eyed the picture that she’d been drawing for the past hour. “That’s pretty bold coming from someone who puts him at the center of all of their artwork.” You laughed, causing her to immediately flip the paper over and act like nothing was there to begin with.

“You say that like you don’t pick on Mike too!” The younger girl rebutted. You shrugged in response. She had you there.

“You both just gang up on me. I’m outnumbered here. Two girls against me.”

You looked up and smiled, seeing Mike standing against the wall in a very similar stance as he’d appeared in the kitchen that morning.

“If you two have a baby and it’s a boy, we’ll all be even.”

“Abby!” You and Mike called her name in unison causing her to look up at the both of you as she flipped her drawing back around and grabbed a black crayon. No matter how long you and Mike spend informing Abby that she can’t just share whatever thought crosses her mind, all efforts seem to be futile. The comments should be expected at this point, but they still never ceased to shock not only you and Mike but her teachers and peers as well.

“What? I’m right.” she said, shaking her head before turning her attention back to the picture.

You let out a long sigh, sinking into your chair a little more as you went back to finishing the frames and Mike made coffee as part of his routine before work. He sat back at the table and took a sip, looking at what you were doing before looking at what Abby was doing. He sat his coffee mug on the table and took a piece of paper from Abby.

“Hey!”

“You’ve got like…twenty more pieces. You’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, but I could’ve had twenty-one!”

You rolled your eyes at the banter between the two siblings before putting the photo frames into a box so that you could start putting them out after Abby went to bed. You set the box aside and then turned your attention back to Abby and Mike. Abby was delicately coloring in the sky in her picture and Mike was ripping a small square out of the paper. You watched him carefully as he started folding the small square in a few different directions, his brows knit together in concentration.

You let your head come to rest on your hand as you watched Mike. He remained completely oblivious to your observations of him and kept working until the square of paper had been transformed into a small circular shape. He reached over and grabbed Abby’s red crayon, drawing something on top of it, and then put the crayon back before the girl even noticed its absence.

“What are you…”

Before you could finish your sentence, Mike had gotten out of his chair and dropped to one knee right in front of you, holding up a paper ring with a small misshapen heart drawn on top. Abby abruptly turned her attention to her brother’s action, the dark blue crayon in her hand falling to the floor as her jaw dropped slightly.

“Y/N L/N, I love you more than life itself…which doesn’t sound like it’s saying a lot coming from me, but I promise it is. You talk about giving me a good future, but I just want to do the same for you. You deserve so much more than I’ll ever be able to give you, but I promise I’ll love you for the rest of my life. Will you…one day…let me replace this with an actual engagement ring…and marry me?”

You couldn’t help the way your face heated up at his words, your hands coming to cover your face to try to hide your reaction.

“Are you serious? Is this real? Do you really want to marry her? Is this finally happening?” It all left Abby’s mouth in a string of what felt like run-on sentences.

“It’s not up to me anymore, Abs.” Mike said, nudging your leg with his free hand that wasn’t holding the ring.

You laughed, shaking your head as you removed both hands from your face and held your left hand out, earning a gasp out of Abby. “I’d marry you whether you replaced the ring or not. I just want you.”

Mike grinned and then slid the paper ring onto your finger, “Then, I’m yours.”

You grinned back before leaning in to kiss him, your left hand coming to rest on his cheek as he smiled into the kiss.

“Oh gross…no…let’s skip to the part where I get to pick out a pretty dress.”

“Abby!”

In paper rings, in picture frames, and all my dreams

Oh, you're the one I want

[lovelykil]

─Headcanons─

kyle x reader older ver.

hc; reader who cries during sex

cw; slight? nsfw

note; (based off the request) okay doing kyle bc he's my bby girl ⤵

bro is so WORRIED and panicking

his immediate reaction is to stop and check on you to see of you're okay

"Y/n are you okay?? Does it hurt that bad? I mean we can just stop of you're uncomfortable, I-"

"no no I'm okay-! I'm just nervous.. We're literally about to do it and I'm crying on the spot oh my god this is embarrassing." 🤕

He thinks he's HURT you or something but it's just your nerves acting up

Like this one time

You actually suggested wanting to 'make love' the fancy way he likes you to put it instead of sex, cause it just sounds vulgar and eww

anyway he was on the couch on his phone, parents weren't home and you were hungry for him

not literally

but dick

you get?

you understand what

yeah, okay moving on

You crawled over to him on the couch and nudged his arm, getting his attention.

"hm?"

"hey."

"hi."

"you look like you need your dick sucked rn"

"🧍"

2 minutes later after convincing the ginger and teasing he finally gave in with a flush.

"here on the couch?"

"shi, I didn't know you was a freak like that."

"NO IM ASKING"

"ohh sure" 💁🏾‍♀️

He's sitting on the couch with his hands pinned to the sides of him, hesitantly watching you carefully pull the strings to his sweats. On your knees upon him, though you would stop mid-way as the tie just started to get loose.

Breaking into a cold sweat and swallowing hard.

Kyle looked at you confused and worried something might've been wrong.

"Y/n are you okay?" He asked.

You stared down at the tie starting to attempt to untie it again but very much struggling to do so as you sniffled to yourself.

Why the fuck was this tie so hard to UNTIE all of a sudden your fingers couldn't just do the simple task of untying something 💔💔

Tears swelled your eyes, your cheeks burning up overall body temp burning up. You felt like you were gonna lose it

BECAUSE OF A TIE??

well no

not really

you're soo nervous..

😭😭

why be confident then all of a sudden turn into a big pussy 😒

I'm jk but fr

Kyle kept staring trying to come up with something to say but you looked up at him slowly, a tear rolling down your cheek.

"Holy shit Y/n, baby are you oka-"

"I wanted to suck your dick but I'm too nervous now.." 😕☹️

Kyle blinks, he's obviously so confused but can't help but giggle at your mood switch. He brings his hand to his mouth to cover up the little laugh.

"awe y/n- you don't have to do it if you don't wanna.. come here baby.." He reassured in a caring tone, grabbing your hand.

He brings you onto the couch with him to hug as you weeped

You held onto him as he cuddled you, rubbing your back to soothe you but still you could just tell he was holding back from laughing further.

"I know you're laughing.."

"what? no!"

it's silent for a second before he snickers. You groan leaning off of him.

"Okay okay! I'm sorry its JUST THAT-"

"omg you're an ass.." you sniffled, wiping away tears from your embarrassed face.

He brings you back toward him to hug you tight, trying to show you he cares.

not like he just laughed in your face

noo

I'm jk he would never (maybe) okay it depends but

He lays a kiss on your head, wiping away the final tears off your face.

"It's okay to be nervous I get it."

"Yeah I know."

"..what's that supposed to mean"

"mm.. nothing anyway.."

Kyle's also nervous asf when it's comes to

SEX

I mean

"making love" 🤓☝🏾

yall fr best match

but he doesn't cry during it 😭 unless you're giving him like heavenly top

Then okay I guess he'd have some tears in his eyes

I'm going off topic UHHH 🤳🏽

there was another time where yall was just fooling around you know 😚💁🏾‍♀️

then things lead to another and WOAH he's rubbing his member against your lips (other one )

You start to feel that sinking feeling in your stomach almost like you were going to throw up, I mean you were totally ready for him to ruin your insides omfg nothing more you wanted right now but

OH WOW

your nerves.

just as when he was about to put it in he saw a tear roll down your face, avoiding his contact.

He quickly felt so disgusted with himself, was he hurting you? What if you didn't want this? Maybe he took it the wrong way.

he's so careful and cautious yet so frantic as he asks what's wrong while his hands go to cuff your face softly.

"Yes what? No I'm okay I'm just like anxious.. I'm sorry I didn't mean to stress you out."

poor baby thinks he's making you uncomfortable

[00belle00lovely00]

May I request Bobby x Dogday headcanons please?

OML YES MORE UNDERRATED SHIPS

I LOVE YALL FOR KEEPING IDEAS FLOWINGG

DW YOU GUYS, IM GOING ONE BY ONE. I PROMISE ALL OF YOUR HEADCANONS WILL BE DELIVERED!

❤️☀️❤️☀️❤️☀️❤️☀️❤️☀️❤️☀️❤️☀️❤️☀️❤️☀️❤️☀️❤️☀️

LETS. CALL THIS ONE. LOVEJOY. NO DISCUSSION. LOVEJOY.

Call me corny but I'm a sucker for mushy touchy love.

This ship dynamic is literally every couple's envy or goal in life.

They are going on and on at each other the whole day by going "I love you" "I love you more" "no- I love YOU more" "no I LOVE YOU MORE" "NO NO NO! I LOVE YOU MORE!" "NO, I LOVE YOU MORE" "NO, I LOVE YOU MORE-"

PDA?... you must be joking, right? THEY ARE THE PDA.

Bobby, being the sweetheart of the group, is constantly checkign up on people and making sure taht not only the love she projects is around everyone. But also the self-love that is equally as important in her eyes. And who else in this entire group would be cosntantly forgetting about taking care of himself first before others? That's right, Dogday. My man is constantly worried, concerned or always in the lookout for others that it just DRAINS him a bunch. And due to that, Bobby is always the one to try to make things up and remind him of who is more important!

I like to think they call eachother as their scents like; Dogday would call Bobby "rose-bud" and Bobby to Dogday "vanilla-pup". Which irritates the living HELL out of the entire group by how corny it is. But these two INSTANTLY ignore it.

They are suckers for physical love. Hug, cuddles, you name it.

OML YOU KNOW WHAT THESE TWO WOULD GIVE EACHOTHER AS GIFTS? WELL LET ME JUST TELL YOU THIS: DOGDAY HAVING A ROSE PERFUME AND BOBBY HAVING A BUNCH OF HEARTSHAPED VANILLA CHOCOLATES IS JUST- TOO PERFECT.

They be clinging onto eachother all day long.

OKAY... I HAD COVERED UP THIS TOPIC BEFORE- But my biggest headcanon for Bobby is that, from based of some cutouts, that she had seperation anxiety. Where if she's left alone in a room too long she becomes very lonely, and begin to feel unwanted and in worst case scenerio for her, unloved. DOGDAY. THIS MAN. THE MOMENT HE FINDS OUT ABOUT IT, PRIVACY DOESN'T EXSIST NO MORE. HE BE EVERYWHERE NEAR BOBBY EVEN IF IT MEANS HE GONNA SQUISH HIS BODY INSIDE A TIGHT ROOM.

Okay. it gotta happen. They watch Bluey and Carebears, IT GOTTA HAPPEN. THAT'S LITERALLY THEIR DATE.

THAT or they go to the park for a small walk, and if they're lucky these two will make a small stop by a bench to either hold hands or pick up random roses they find.

OH I GOT A GOOD SCENERIO. Imagine this; Dogday is frustrated today and Bobby comes in to try to reasure him with a hug. But the MOMENT she comes close to wrap her arms aroudn him, he turns around and instantly bites her hand. This, of course, turning into a whole situation of Bobby sobbing by, not even because it hurt, but because Dogday did it to her. AND OF COURSE, DOGDAY INSTANTLY REGRETS IT AND GOING INTO A "omg! I'm so sorry, Bobby! I didn't mean to!" SITUATION. AND THEY- THEY JUST-... they hug it out ❤️

Everytime someone mentions Bobby's name, Dogday's ears go up. Everytime Bobby is mentioned, Dogday's tail wags. And why should you know this? Because Bobby is AWARE of it, and everytime it happens, she brings it up and compliments him about it. That instantly, of course, embarassing Dogday.

[alt-wannabe]

MCSR D&D

Couriway time!

Order of Scribes Wizard 15

I'm havin a little trouble with fulham's sheet so if anyone has any thoughts or suggestions about that lmk! Either way ill try to have his character sheet posted tomorrow!

More under the cut like always :) thanks for showing interest yall!!!

Wizard is lowk my favorite class in the game so I was super excited to make one! I ended up making couri an aarakocra in order to give him a fly speed but in my mind he's just a human lookin guy w/ wings and not like a full bird-person.

Here's his spell list! I was a lot less focused on picking minecraft related spells here and focused a lot more on general versatility (IE making a wizard without shield or mage armor would be very bizarre, especially once you clock that couri's AC is ELEVEN). Some of the things I did specifically pick out with couri in mind include scrying/locate creature (scrying is sorta like finding the stronghold and locate creature acts as finding spawners) and tiny hut (this was just me thinking about his house on HBGSMP).

Here are the items I gave him! The spell focus I picked was an orb cause it reminded me of an eye of ender. He also has 16 pearls and 5 rods (even though they're definitely not created with the minecraft counterparts in mind lmao). I'm gonna be real I gave him the eyes of charming almost entirely because they look like a pair of big round glasses. Similar logic behind the circlet of blasting- it's a crown. The boots are pretty much just a speedrunning reference and I hope staff of WITHERing is also fairly obvious lol. The robe of eyes is a little more interesting. It's basically what it says on the tin- a robe covered in eyes that allows you to see in every direction at all times. This seemed fitting for couri based on just the sheet number of seeds he runs, being aware of your environment at all times holds extra importance when you run than many different worlds.

This book is why I ended up going with order of scribes as his subclass. You cannot tell me that this thing isn't his chat. It's a little sentient book that follows him around!

Finally these are his feats! TBH basically the entirety of my reasoning behind picking telepathic is I needed a +1 boost to intelligence to get him to 20 for that stat lmao. Skill expert also seemed fitting in like a "practice makes perfect" type of manner again because of the sheer amount of no reset speedrunning he does.

This character sheet had a lot more of choices based on vibes alone than either fruit or fein's did, but I hope yall still see the vision lol. Fulham's sheet coming sometime tomorrow! (if I remember to post it)

[crimsonv1]

Andrew! Eduardo Saverin

Smut

SUM: BRO IM SORRY BUT LIKE 😭 Imagine giving this man a hate handjob just to see him begging and whimpering ‼️‼️ Like wowowow

Eduardo had a long day of Mark telling him off and being an asshole in general without actually doing anything rude. Not to mention his crazy girlfriend , now becoming his ex. The last thing he expected to get was a call from his very long past, ex friend.

He didnt know why he still had your contact or what the hell you wanted now. You'd punched him in the face a long time ago for being friends with the asshole, Mark. And now you were calling him? He didn't have time for you to scream at him, but he picked up anyways.

"Mark hired you?!" He screamed into the phone. You hated Mark's guts when the two were friends. It was the reason you weren't friends with Eduardo anymore. Maybe all the money and pay got to you.

And you both also still hated each other.

Somehow someway that landed you , still a bit mad at him, but more intrigued by his confused look and needing look. Your hands were currently all over his waist, as he looked up at you

"I swear if your just trying to tease me this isn't funny I already said sorr-" Eduardo said in a breathy voice, before being cut off by you "Just shut up sometimes" you said ,but not genuinely being rude towards him, especially not when your hand tugged down the waistband of his underwear, when he started breathing more heavily.

As your hand lightly gripped around the base of his cock, his tip already leaking with precum, you looked down at him "You look so touch starved" you grinned , as he let out a soft grunt "Shut up I'm not" he mumbled, before having to use his hand to cover his mouth from the sounds that were threatening to spill as you fastly started stroking him.

"Hey hey, don't cover up your noises" you said sternly, your hand slowing down to edge him , Wich mad ehin instantly put his hand down, looking at you "Please, please..please don't stop. I'm so sorry, i- please" he begged, in a hushed tone, as he looked up to you, his beautiful lips parted in such a way that made you want to take a mental picture of this moment. His suit was all messily unbuttoned, and he even looked like a mess.

When your hand picked up pace again, he started rutting his hips up into your hand, small begs and whimpers leaving his mouth, "Ah! Please, please let me cum..please -" he begged, knowing your longing annoyance towards him, just hoping that you'd be so nice to him this once. "how can I deny you when you're asking so nicely?" You said, as he finally released, a loud moan spilling from his lips as his hips collapsed onto the sheets, the mess he made very evident.

Eduardo was now confused and dazed after that, for what the two's relationship would be now. "Um..I shouldn't even ask but-" -but he had to ask. "hm, I guess you did say sorry." You giggled, remembering just moments ago how he begged you.

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THATS ALL I COULD THINK OFF BUT OH MY GOSH YALL

[the-s1lly-corner]

Attention TADC fans!

I'm officially opening requests for characters! Below the cut will be my base list of rules in regards to requesting and that sort of thing!

To everyone who followed me for creepypasta, do not fret! Creepypasta is still this blogs default and I'm not going to stop writing it for the forseeable future, I will still be responding to creepypasta based asked in the meantime

oh also, im adding this right before i post this but i do have fluff alphabet requests open for creepypasta, but to my TADC fans, how do you guys feel about the possibility of me reposting that list and letting you guys ask for it? im still kinda itching to do alphabet stuff... let me know ! ill probably do it anyways but i want yalls input!

without further delay:

RULES:

please do not spam requests, i know it will be hard to enforce this on my end since i want to keep anon enabled since i know it can be intimidating to ask for stuff non-anonymously

since the main cast + caine only totals to 7 characters i will allow people to request the entire cast in any given request, WITH THE KNOWLEDGE that the more characters the shorter their list of hcs will be

please do not pester me to answer your request, i will very likely answer your initial ask. consistent breaking of this boundary will result in warning, and if further boundary breaking takes place, the request will be terminated

^SHOULD NOTE! sometimes tumblr eats the requests you guys send in so simply asking if your request made it through is 100% totally fine!! I'm specifically talking about people who try to pressure me to answer sooner, I want to make that clear because I do not want to discourage anyone from reaching out about that sort of thing

Reader is GN by default, you can request a specific gender but know it likely wont be important due to my writing style

WILL WRITE:

SFW, angst, comfort, hcs, short imagines and scenarios!

As mentioned I will do all characters, asides Bubble since I don't think there's much that can be done for them

Poly, LGBT, readers with disabilities and/or disorders (will let it be known here that i am in no way well versed in every disability/disorder, however i will attempt to do basic research for the request)

I am also comfortable with writing platonic requests and found family dynamics! I am not limiting myself and you guys to romantic stuff!

reader abstracting, while this may seem contradictory to some of the things in my will not write segment I have written about grief and loss before and I don't think it fully fits the category of what I won't write + death in general, so it shall get a pass

really there isnt much i will turn down that comes to mind, if something is breaching a line or making me uncomfortable i will let you know

reader inserts, ocs, and the like are all welcome here! im not too confident with oc x character stuff due to the simple fact that i fear i may interpret your oc wrong but i am still willing to try!

WILL NOT WRITE:

general problematic stuff is an immediate no

^so like, straight up abuse and abuse adjacent topics since as far as Im aware all the characters in TADC are adults (if I have that wrong please please correct me!!)

i am also iffy on yandere requests, this one is more on a case by case basis so please be sure to specify the intensity of it, since that will really be a make or break for whether or not if the request is accepted

NSFW, this blog is for the most part SFW. I occasionally vague certain aspects, however nothing is ever explicit. That's how far I'm willing to go with these things and I want to keep it that way

Full fledged fanfics; a lot of my scenarios/imagines tend to border on that just on a much shorter scale and in a slightly different format, but I am not totally confident in my ability to write proper fics :(

no graphic depictions of gore or self harm, and i ask that you keep that out of my inbox in general. topics like SH are allowed, however covering requests for the act of it as its happening is an automatic no (IE if you ask me to walk in on a character walking in during an act of self harm), the same applies to suicide

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

i have a nasty habit of not proofreading my stuff, so grammar and spelling mistakes are bound to happen unfortunately. this tends to be a worse issue when im posting on mobile (which i am doing less and less since i like typing on a keyboard more)

^ on top of that i struggle with writing, english is my first language but i have a hard time getting stuff out right on top of having dyslexia so please be patient

i typically tend to respond to requests fairly fast, typically within a day or two, though i do have some periods where it may take longer. (possible) same day delivery YAHOO!!

back to a forewarning, i have a habit of rambling and adding additional ideas and concepts into a request though for the most part i think i remain on topic (that just means you get a little extra content for your request ueueue)

[dangelqueentmnt16]

Hat box ghost x autistic reader 💕

Based a real story from my dear friend with autism! 

My name is Y/N I'm 18 and I live in Louisiana, in an old mansion. I'm walking home after school, you see people are ignorant asshols! I was in class today talking to my bff. We were walking down the hall to lunch.I was talking about my favorite game plants vs zombies! The lore is actually very coated and detailed! But suddenly my stupid classmates intruded in our conversation! "Hey Y/N, how's it going!?" They taunted me, my bff scrunched her nose in annoyance. "Go away, I'm not dealing with your shit today Claire!" I snapped at her. But little did I notice the air horn Maggie had in her hand, suddenly she blaired it in my right ear! Scarring me shitless, my bff saw me collapse and cover my ears on the floor. She snarled at the tow twits, and began yelling at them, but all I could hear was ringing… my hands and body felt shaky…. My voice began to stutter in mumbles and sounds without illegible words. My bff saw this and knew that moving me would only over stimulate me more! But she sat with me for the whole hour, even though the teacher eventually made us go back to class…

You see, I have autism, and I'm very known for being overstimulated easily in school. Due to the one year I had an attack during a fire drill! You see, sudden loud noises tend to make me over-stimulate… and my classmates think I'm faking it or I'm just crazy! The only real friend I have is my bff, who has OCD! To say the least, the rest of the day was hell! I was fumbling over myself, and put myself into my drawing trying to keep calm. It didn't really help much, but my teachers were understanding. but mostly I just wanted to go home! 

I'm now on my way home walking down the dirt road, the air is crisp and cool. Autumn is in motion and the air feels free with lively energy! As I walk down the lane to the front of the house, i noticed my parents cars weren't in the driveway. Mom must be at work, and dad is probably getting groceries. I walk up the steps to meet the door, inserting the key and turning it with a click. I push the door open with a eary creek, and close it behind me trapping the cool air outside! "HELLO, IM HOOOOME!!!" I yell out to the house my voice, bouncing off the walls. There was no answer, so I sighed and turned to the kitchen tossing my coat off on the kitchen table. I go for the  cabinet, and grab the hot coco mix. I then put some water in the electric kettle, and set it to warm up "tisk tissue tissue, young lady put your jacket away!" I smile softly, but not much. I didn't feel great today… I turn to the direction of the voice, "hi hatty!" Before my eyes he materialized. There stood my favorite ghost with a goofy grin and hatbox in hand. He looked up at me with a smile, but it fell quickly " my dear, why do your eyes seem so sad?" I sighed a beep echoed in the room, I grabbed a mug from the cupboard and poured the warm water in the mug. Mixing in the hot cocoa packet, I took my first sip and let the flavor take me away from my sorrows… "Y/N?" Hatty asked again and I sighed, placing my cup down on the counter. "Claire and Maggie blew a blow horn in my ear and I got over-stimulated at lunch time.." I silently confessed. His eyes widened, and his face grew with some anger. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry Y/N!" He came over to you scooping you in a cold embrace, you let the tears fall and cried into his chest. He held you like the moment he let go you'd disappear, little did I know he was plotting a great revenge! CLAIRE AND NAGGIE WILL PAY!!" The rest of the night you two spent your time in your room on your bed, cuddling watching markiplier get scared shitless from fnaf jump scares!

Part 2 eventually. I'm very busy with packing "my boyfriend & his fam r moving", and studying the G.E.D. so srry but I promise part 2 will come soon luv yall 🤗💕

[anderswasrightt]

post created 7/14/24

hey, people on T! have you heard of Xyosted????

it's a brand-name subcutaneous testosterone injection that starts at a dose of 75mg once a week. i believe it goes up to 100mg.

it comes in an autojector pen like this:

there's a link to a video at the end of this post showing how to use the pen, and it's very simple IMO. i swear to gosh it's only been painful one time, and that was barely anything to me. for me, it usually doesn't hurt at all. your mileage may vary, obviously, but it's SO much better than intramuscular injections IMO.

now, obviously, since this is relatively new, you'll probably need a prior authorization through insurance. and then the copay will probably be high. xyosted has a coupon that'll usually get your copay down to $15 with commercial insurance. i don't know if state or federal healthcare programs like medicaid or medicare cover it, sorry.

here's a link to a video from xyosted showing how to use the pen. it's very simple, imo, especially if you're already experienced with IM injections or sub-q injections with syringes.

OBVIOUSLY, all of this is based on my own opinions, and everyone has their own preferences regarding how they get their T. i said "in my opinion" several times in the post, so please don't jump down my throat about this. i'm just trying to let yall know about another option that you may not know about.

[dmc-tings]

I thought of this at work and it made me sad.

Fight me but I really like the idea of the lords falling for a long lost Baker. So how’s it gonna play out if the Lords and their s/o find out a part of Jack and Margarette’s consciousness is still apart of the mold and because of that they’re able to watch their child through it and are maybe even able to manipulate it to communicate with their baby.

Long Lost Baker Kid (Jack and Marguerite But their in the Mutamycete)

This is part of the Long Lost Baker kid saga. It's a running theme on this blog now, and I'm addicted to it.

I wrote this one as a weird aftermath type deal. Made more sense. Just bare with me

Alcina Dimitrescu

You both had been looking around Miranda's study.

Permission given to you and your giant lady, by Chris

Alcina came across a journal

Notes about the Mutamycete and connections about it

You both sat and skimmed the journal

Pointing out every so often things that stuck out to you guys

But towards the end, there was an eye-catching note

"Evidence of the Bakers consciousness are evident. Even to the point where they themselves have reanimated. But the bodies weren't able to last with out the base of the Mutamycete."

You snapped the book closed, shivering

Alcina took you into her arms, not daring to speak

"I never!"

You both jumped!

"That... thats... Mama's voice..."

Alcina looked flabbergasted,

"What? Your birth mother? Is that why-"

"Now Darlin... You aughta be glad that they found someone to take care of em."

"Dad?!"

You started to frantically look around

Throwing things out of your way now

You finally followed their playful argument

They were in a jar...

That was covered in the mold....

"Momma? Daddy? Are... Are yall...?"

"Well, who else? Humm?" Marguerite said, you could hear the smile in her voice

You smiled brightly at Alcina and looked back at the jar, sadness forgotten

Donna and Angie Beneviento

It had been a few months since the explosion....

Angie and Donna had accompanied you to the site of the explosion

Currently, you were having a problem with pulling a massive beam out of your way.

Mr. Redfield had long gone, thinking that everything was dead, but Donna had kept you locked up safe in the Estate

Neither Donna or Angie were there out of any kind of want of their own, you pestered them into going.

Something, was calling you....

You couldn't put your finger on it, but this was important

Whatever or whomever it was that called to you

It was familiar, that's the only thing that you could tell them

"Let me, Dear."

It was Donna breaking you out of your stupor

With ease she moved the beam out of your way

(Despite the game not showing Donna's strength beyond the pollen, she's pretty damn strong. Fite me)

After jumping into a dark, yet shallow hole, you found... it?

Was this it?

A jar....

"ALL THAT FOR A DAMN JAR?!" Angie spoke

You gently lifted the jar up, mold... or some kinda fungus writhed within it

"Now, now. Let's not get off on tha wrong foot here."

You blinked, once. Twice. Thrice.

This... Was this your dad's voice?

"Daddy?"

"Aaaaannnnd?"

Your Momma's voice chimed in

There was water, but it wasn't raining

"Dear? You know them?"

You nodded, this water wouldn't move

"I found them, my parents."

You cried having thought you lost your parents forever

Salvatore Moreau

He had a hard time getting you out there...

It was part of what his brothers home was.. the bit that was left from the explosion

You insisted on going because of the possible research that would have been left there by Miranda

Moreau was against it, but he conceded at your request

Because you were his everything right now

And he'd do anything to make sure you were happy

You both were currently trying to find anything to reverse his current physical pain

You wanted him pain free, and couldn't care less about how he looked

But Moreau wanted to look like his human self for you

Right now you both were split up, him on one side of the wreckage and you on the other

On your knees shuffling through papers you found a journal

Surprisingly, the notebook was intact

You idly flipped though it, not really thinking you'd find anything

There was a bit of mold on the back pages, and once it hit your hand, you reached in disgust

"Gross! I guess they didn't blast everything!"

You threw the notebook, trying to wipe your hands on the ground and your pants

Salvatore quickly made his way to your side

"My love? Are you ok? Wha-"

He saw the look on your face and laughed

"Not funn-"

"Well that was damn rude! Both ya!"

You paused, a chill going up your spine

"Did you hear that?"

Salvatore gave you a confused look and then gazed around the area

"I... I didn't hear anything..."

"Now you just ain't payin attention chér."

"Momma?"

You looked around and moved closer to Moreau, taking his hand in yours

"Well well well. I told you she was with em!"

"D-Daddy?"

You squinted your eyes, then gave Salvatore a look, as if to see if he was doing anything

He looked back at you innocent and confused

Realizing he really wasn't doing anything you looked at the book

"It must have something to do with the mold then.."

Salvatore blinked at you

"Ah. You must have a bond with it... Y-your parents are in it still..."

You frowned, this was going to need more tests

But you picked up the notebook, making sure to safely put it in your bag

Karl Heisenberg

He grumbled, kicking some rubble out of his way

"This is ridiculous. I loathe this."

He had been whining this entire time...

You rolled your eyes at him,

"Som' bitch is annoyin' ain't he?"

The voice that sounded like your Dad, spoke out casually.

You nodded,

"Thats right, disembodied voice."

"Ah I bet the poor man is just tired..."

That was your Mom,

You shrugged, disembodied voice #2 may have had a point as well

It was odd.

You'd had your own monologs in your head, sure

But none of them ever sounded like anyone you actually knew

Until the explosion

And now you had two extra voices giving you advise or snarky remarks aimed at your disgruntled boyfriend

You would often speak out loud to them, and Karl learned to ignore it

You got done rummaging through the pile in front of you and stood up and pointed at some steel laying in a big pile

"Karl can-"

He waved his hand and haphazardly yeeted the pike away from you

"Thanks..."

He gave a "humph"

"Rude bastard..." your dad's voice rumbled

"He's not so bad." You spoke defensive, "He's just got some rough edges. Ya know, despite not wanting to come here, he came."

"Thats true. Jack cut the man some slack. He's with our daughter, and that's a victory in its own right."

You paused

"Your daughter?"

Karl looked at you, confused, cigar lit in his mouth

You looked at him and then back at your hands

"ARE YOU FUCKIN KIDDING ME?!"

Karl jumped and you started to rage

"You aren't just fucking voices?! Your my parents?! What kinda Twilight Zone shit is this!?"

Karl was really confused, he'd never seen you like this... And now your talking to yourself...

"Kitten. Are you-"

You turned to him

"Those note you found a couple of weeks back, Karl... The ones you old me about the-

"Oh shit. Seriously? So your folks where in there..."

Karl had previously come to the explosion, in search of any of Miranda's notes

He'd found some, that he had to piece together

It was done and the pair of you eventually learned that if parts of the Mutamycete had survived, anyone connected to it would be connected to everything that died nearby the mold

You finally calmed down

And sat down

Huffing, "Why didn't yall say anything before?"

"Well we didn't want you to do anything irrational. You're like ya daddy, you know."

Jack huffed at Marguerite

"Not my fault! She insisted bein around me all the time..."

You rolled your eyes at Karl

He laughed at you and heaved you over his shoulder

"You talk to your folks, I'll make sure we get home, ok?"

You patted him on the ass and relaxed

This was going to be a long walk...

[localguy2]

Hey so I made a sort of One-Shot based on this post.

I'm still confused as how the idea for this came about while studying for my midterms, literally brain Y are you like this

regardless, I hope you enjoy reading this!

Differences.

Length: 1728 Words.

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>Literally so ninja<

Fishybusiness, Green:D , Zappy, more…

TheelementofGreen:D : hey is everyone done with school?

Fishybusiness: yeah what's up

Green:D : was wondering if you guys wanna hang out at the "Secret Ninja Warehouse"

Zappy: (so ninja)

HotAsFire: nah sorry, parents need me and Nya at the shot

ICEychef: Shop.*

HotAsFire: >:(

Fishybusiness: what Kai said

Zappy: yeah won't make it as well, my parents also need me at the Junkyard

Rockbottom: i can make it but it might be boring without the rest

Green:D : what about you Znae

ICEychef: Zane.*

Green:D : Zane* damn it

(edited)

ICEychef: Unfortunately I won't be able to make it today, I need to pick up my little brother from middle school, I also have many responsibilities at home along with school work, which would leave me with little to no time, not to mention our usual ninja duties.

HotAsFire: yeah that doesn't sound fun at all

Green:D : damn so no one? Well alright then

Rockbottom: i mean we have our ninja stuff, we'll still see each other today later in the night

Green:D : tru, but at the same I'd be nice to hang out with each other without also having to worry about ninja business

Fishybusiness: also true, we haven't been really able to do that recently

Green:D : maybe another day then, but like always, today at 11PM near BT, alright?

Rockbottom: sure, seems good to me

Zappy: yeah

HotAsFire: you got it fam

Fishybusiness: mhmm

ICEtomeetyou: That should suffice.

Green:D : okay, talk to yall later

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Before slipping the phone back in his Bag, Zane checked the time to figure out if he was going to be late or not.

1:27PM.

Yep, he was definitely going to be late at this rate, unless he got off the bus and started running to his brother's school.

He silently groaned to himself, cursing the traffic jam causing this delay, before zipping his white jacket back up so it wouldn't be an inconvenience while running.

"Getting off!" he called out from the back of the bus while slipping the bag on his right shoulder.

walking to the front of the bus, he gave a small "Thank you." to the bus driver before getting off.

The sounds of the street immediately assaulted his ears, countless drivers shouting at each other while honking their car horns, while ordinary people walked on the pavement and in between the cars, going about their usual day, weather it be talking on the phone loudly while covering their ears, or tugging at their dog and cats, silently listening to music while walking like some students, or simply just carrying the groceries.

(Which reminded him, he needs to get groceries today, but that can wait after he picks Echo up).

After a moment, he looked around him, trying to figure out his exact location and what the fastest route was.

He was currently just south of Borg Tower, or "BT" as his friends would call it, so he wasn't that far off from Echo.

He had all but memorised the southern half of Ninjago City along with the central part of it, something he had to do ever since Julien left with barely any warning.

He snapped himself out of thought, using the mental image of Ninjago in his head to figure out the best route, and taking off in the direction of Echo's school.

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1:35PM.

Zane was slightly out of breath by the time he got to the school, he put his hand against one of the support beams of the entrance so he could catch his breath

He was thankful for the high stamina and agility that came as a result of all of his ninja training, Master Wu's teachings couldn't have come at a better time for everyday things.

He noticed the swarm of children pouring out from the building, some running outside while dragging their bags on the ground, some talking to their friends enthusiastically about a character from a kids show, or a new toy they got, while others simply walked silently alone by themselves.

He carefully walked between the children, not wanting to accidentally trip over one of them as he made his way towards Mrs. Mystake's class.

Mystake is an old woman with grey hair that always wore a rice hat, and she just happened to be an art teacher at Echo's school, and the owner of a Tea Shop he frequented right on the edges of Downton Ninjago City.

She was good friends with Julien, and Master Wu as well, which meant more often than not, the task of getting tea for Master Wu and occasionally Echo fell upon him.

At first she was rather… rude towards him at firstbut, in her defence, she was also rude to every other customer that didn't frequent her shop.

But master Wu and his father always told him to be patient and polite with everyone, it would take a lot of time and visits for her to start being kinder to him.

and on one seemingly random day when he was visiting her shop to pick up tea for his master, she… didn't lash out on him, rather she spoke to him in a calm and collected voice, which left him and many other customers in a bit of a shock.

After that, things only improved, she slowly started warming up to him, and she even began occasionally giving him discounts or coupons, which yet again, always surprised any customer standing next to him near the counter.

He in return also started warming up to the old lady. sometimes using what little free time he has to talk with her or occasionally help around the shop in case she needed something.

He wasn't an employee at the shop, but he liked to help anyway now that he was on good terms with her, and because he enjoyed her company despite her cryptic and mysterious nature at times.

Zane stood at the entrance of the classroom, Mrs. Mystake sat on her desk drinking tea, seemingly unaware of his presence while she watched the over remaining children in the classroom, among whom was Echo who perked up upon noticing Zane standing at the entrance.

"Zane!" Echo excitedly exclaimed while getting up from his small desk and running towards him.

"Echoooo!" Zane picked up his little brother, tightly holding him and giving him a hug before setting him back down. "How was your day little brother?"

"It was fun! We learned about colour mixing today, and Mrs. Mystake helped me draw this today." Echo reached into his pockets and pulled up a folded piece of paper.

Upon taking the folded paper, Zane opened it.

He was looking at a messy drawing of himself with a round face and an overly large smile, with stick figure like legs and arms, the latter stretchered in the air.

Despite the quality of it, Zane couldn't help but laugh at the sight of it, his heart melting at his brother's adorable early attempt at drawing. He wondered if Echo would grow up to be an artist one day, it might be a stretch to assume that right now, but who knows what destiny held for his younger brother.

"This is wonderful Echo, very well done!" he said, handing the paper back to Echo.

"Can we hang it on the fridge when we get back?" asked Echo while jumping.

"I don't see why we can't." answered Zane, which earned a happy smile from Echo.

Zane turned to look at Mystake, who was watching the duo with a small warm smile.

"Thank you for watching over him Mrs. Mystake."

"ah, it is nothing Young Julien, it is my job after all." She put the tea cup down on the desk.

"Still, it is not an easy job to do, so truly, thank you." he argued.

Mystake looked at the young boy and his brother for a moment, they… Reminded her of a life long ago, a much simpler life then nowadays.

Yet despite the passing of time and the changes of life, it…all truly wasn't that bad at times.

"Hmmm, I suppose you're welcome, Young Julien."

Zane gave her a small nod before speaking. "Unfortunately me and my brother have to leave, as I have many things to attend to." he said, scratching the back of his head "I apologise for the abrupt leaving."

"That is perfectly alright Zane, take care."

"Very well, Goodbye Mrs. Mystake." he said, as he began walking out of the classroom, his brother's little hand in his palms.

Mystake looked on at the two as they slowly disappeared into the hallway.

She took pity on the older one, a boy forced to take such a big responsibility at a young age to ensure a comfortable life for the younger one.

And she felt a bit guilty for him after her own son, Master Wu came to visit her once.

On that visit, Wu talked about Zane after she had asked him if he was still recruiting people for his supposed new "Ninja Team".

Curiously, upon hearing the boy's name, she asked what he looked like and who his father was, as the name seemed almost familiar to her.

She was heartbroken after learning that it was the same Zane that had begun frequenting her shop recently.

And the same Zane Julien, son of her dear friend, Dr. Julian, who had mysteriously stopped visiting 3 months ago.

Ever since Wu's visit, she told herself that she would try and act better towards Julien's son, he had to put up with her usual 'not caring about what the customer thought' attitude for a full month while maintaining a kind and respectful attitude.

And despite her being sometimes mad at Julien for leaving his 2 sons behind without anything, she couldn't help but praise the man for the way he raised his older son, noticing two of Julien's special traits in the young boy.

His father's kindness, and patience.

And she could only hope that Zane takes care of Echo in a way that ensures he also becomes the same kind and patient person as his older brother.

And from what she has seen of Zane so far, she has full confidence in his ability to protect and raise Echo.

"I suppose it is like how they say…" she said to herself, taking another sip out of the tea cup. "Like Father, Like Son."

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Anyway that's where I'm leaving things off, hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed.

I'll most likely make a part 2, regardless if this gets a lot attention or not, but I'm still indecisive about making it into a full AU, nut only time will tell.

Thanks for reading!

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So I finally bit the bullet and bought Baldur's Gate 3, but only after hearing from literally all my friends about how amazing it is and how it's even worth its asking price of 70 dollars. And yall, it is the first game I've felt has deserved that price tag in idk a DECADE.

It really does feel like a dnd campaign you can play through and I can see myself doing multiple playthroughs just to TRY and see everything. The characters are so fun and varied right off the bat and there's so many ways to get shit done.

What really made me go WOW was the combat tho. I'm playing on normal difficulty and not easy, something I don't usually do, but I wanted to see how the developers felt their game SHOULD be played. And you know what? Both of the times I got a team wipe, I felt like it was my fault, not the game's. Rushing into a 3v2 with a sorcerer and a cleric obviously wasn't going to work. Hanging back and taking shots with fire bolt, then finishing off the ones that got close DID work.

The next fight was the one that really wowed me though. Very mild spoilers for the first dungeon you come across:

I managed to break through the ceiling of an underground ruin and hesitated a moment at the top. Jumping down would undoubtedly be a one way trip and there was no telling what awaited me at the bottom. I could try lockpicking the nearby locked door to attempt a safer route, but that was no guarantee and I had no idea if there were any other routes into the underground ruin. Against my better judgment, I leapt.

Before I can get my bearings, the door to the room I've ended up in opens and I'm suddenly faced with 5 bandits who are very pissed that I've managed to collapse the ceiling and end up in their little base. One runs off to yell for help from a 6th bandit in another room while the rest begin to rush me. I'm woefully unprepared as archers take shots at me through the open door and one by one my team falls.

I could just reload an earlier save and come back later when I'm more prepared, but I have a plan. I jump down, door opens, bandit runs off for help, but thankfully my initiative is high this time and I position my sorceress to the right of the doorway and cast chromatic orb, creating a pool of fire that spills into both rooms through the open door. I position the rest of my party on both sides of the doorway and hope that the enemy ai is dumb enough to run through the pool and whittle off some health before I have to face them. Funneling them like this should help me too.

The first bandit uses dash to travel twice the distance, running through the flames and taking cover behind a crate further in the room to take shots at me with a bow. The next one is the one with the most hp, the tankiest of them all. He doesn't mind the flames and strolls in to take a swing at my sorceress. The next one, a magic user, leaps OVER the flames and starts attacking me. Still another runs in and dips their sword in the flames, preparing to strike at me with a flaming sword. The others are hanging back, trying to get an angle on me through the door, seemingly more wary of the fire.

And isn't that wild?? Each enemy responded in their own way to this new threat, even responding to it in creative ways such as jumping over it or using it to their own advantage. I was blown away. I'd never seen enemy ai respond this way in a game before. What I would've expected is for them to either refuse to pass through it or act like it wasn't even there. I hadn't anticipated such a varied response to what I'd done.

I still managed to beat them (just barely) and stood for a moment as I processed the fight. Even though I was barely an hour in at this point, I was amazed. I can't wait to play more of it.

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oki I would like some input please owo;

I'm trying to decide on how to organize my new carrd, and I've always been worried that I have... too much info, spread across multiple pages ? I'm wondering if I should consolidate, put all ooc info in one page and all ic info in another, etc... or keep my current layout, of having separate pages dedicated to rules, notes, ooc stuff for ooc and dossier, meta, and universes for ic etc

and feel free to provide your thoughts in the comments / by messaging me ! I'm honestly really on the fence so I appreciate your perspective and input <3

also yeah I totally recognize that I am wordy as fuck but I just feel things need to be said ! I don't want people to misunderstand, I want to cover my bases and ensure I'm being genuine. I don't know.

and, personally, I like having multiple pages. honestly, reading a long bit of info / page is overwhelming and sometimes gives me anxiety. it's just intimidating I guess. I like things cut into bite sized pieces, helps me parse what I read better.

anyway. I appreciate yalls feedback. <3