#PEEPO WHY WOULD THEY DO THIS TO ME

[doctor-loboto]

is…

is Raz named after the Overblood PC??

[crissiebaby]

Bab Rats: Chapter 5

DISCLAIMER: This POV story contains diaper usage, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, gender transformation, breastfeeding, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: Strawberry

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“Hi dewe, Sam…chus feewin’ any bettew?' ' said Hanna with her partially perma-regressed vocal cords, receiving no response as Sam shied away from her. Undeterred, she shifted her approach, “Hey, I has an idea. How bout chu take chus mind off evewyfing and twy one of da new diapees dat da hazmats dwopped off dis mownin’? Ish a diapee dat can onwy be removed by da pewson who puts it on. See?” She tugged at the hem of her diaper with all her might to no avail before giving the simple lock print on its front a hardy slap. Sadly, her attempt at levity earned no reaction from Sam. Lowering her head, she took a step back from Sam’s crib. “Sowwy. I-I’ww jus weave chu awone until chus weady.”

“My life is ruined,” muttered Sam, his words lingering in the back of his throat and choking him up, “I thought I knew what I was signing up for. Now…I might be stuck as a girl forever.” He lowered his head between his knees, sulking.

Walking around to the side of the crib Sam was leaning against, Hanna reached through the bars and gently placed a hand on his head. “I sowwy,” she said, reaching through the crib bars and gently patting Sam’s shoulder sympathetically. Thankfully, he seemed receptive to her touch, allowing them to ease their tension slightly. Taking advantage of the opportunity, she decided to inject some fun into the situation, “Ya know, doh, bein’ a girl isn hawf bad. Take it fwom me: a fuww-time girl since da day I was bown. Suwe, da pewiods suck buh we gets wots of fwee dwinks.”

“Being as we’re stuck here, I’m not sure I’ll be able to cash in on those drinks. Good to have in the back pocket, though,” said Sam, unable to suppress his reaction to the mild humor being lobbed his way. He sighed hard, ridding himself of as much negative energy as he could, “Sorry, I’m sure you were hoping for a more playful playmate. It’s just…I always dreamed about being locked away in a nursery for as long as I can remember. I want to enjoy this…I just can’t get out of my own head. And now, I have to deal with this!” Using both hands, he grabbed onto his ridiculous double-Ds.

Had it not been for the lactation drug Hanna was testing, she was fairly certain Sam would have bigger assets than her. It was always the lucky ones who were never grateful. “Iswa says dey wowkin’ on da antidote so dis pwobabwy isn fowever. Why not enjoy it a widdwe?” she said, hoping to raise Sam’s spirits by showing him all the benefits of being a girl, “Wike finks about it. How many peepo wud do anyfing to swap gendews even fo one day? Fo aww dose poor twans girls out dewe, live a wittwe.”

Once again, Sam found himself in stitches over Hanna’s abrasive yet sincere comments. It was clear that she cared about his well-being, at least to some extent. “Oh…I-I’m not so certain that's a good idea,” he said, squeezing his thighs together to subdue the faint stirring in his unfamiliar loins. It was strange but for some reason, although Hanna and he had only met a few days ago, he felt like he’d known her all his life. Blushing as he caught himself staring at her in silence, his eyes darted away from his attractive roommate.

Yanking her hand away from Sam’s shoulder, Hanna too was in the midst of a flustered response as she quickly realized the reason for Sam’s abrupt head turn. As a bisexual woman who leaned toward liking women, she hated to admit Sam was exactly her type. Well, she didn’t exactly hate it per se but she did feel guilty about it. If he was even slightly into it, she would ravish him without a second thought; an intrusive concept that only intensified whenever she looked his way.

Trapped in a state of growing arousal, both Hanna and Sam were sweating multiple days of pent-up sexual frustration. Especially Sam, who hadn’t masturbated a single time since arriving at CrissBaby HQ. The same couldn’t be said for Hanna, though her steady use of the various vibrators made in-house at CrissBaby for testing purposes had certainly upped her sex drive.

Biting his lip, Sam knew if anything kinky was going to happen, he as the emotionally vulnerable one was going to have to initiate it. Mercifully, he had the perfect icebreaker stationed right between his legs. “O-Okay, we can try some stuff,” he said, shying away physically in spite of his bold words, “How about we start with my first diaper change as a girl? I think mine should definitely be put out to pasture.” He gave his overly ripe diaper a soft poke, demonstrating how absurdly used it was after more than three days without a change.

Lowering the crib bars, Hanna’s heart was threatening to leap out through her throat. How she was going to manage to conceal her lust while changing Sam’s diaper was beyond her. She didn’t even want to change him. She wanted to mash her face into the base of his ultra-squishy diaper until he came for her over and over again. “Hmmm…I not so sure chu neesa changie yet afta aww. Seems wike dere’s stiww pwenty mowe room in hewe,” she said, lightly dragging her hand along the muck balloon around Sam’s hips while passing off her desire to knead his diaper like a ball of dough as nothing more than playfulness.

*GASP!*

Having avoided touching himself at all costs for three days, one touch was all it took to amplify his need for relief. A shaky breath exited his plush lips as waves of sensitivity, unlike anything he’d ever experienced as a guy spread across his entire body. Now, he was the one wondering how on Earth he would survive a diaper change in this condition. 

The strained silence from earlier reared its ugly head again as Hanna and Sam waded through extremely awkward waters. It couldn’t have been more painfully obvious what was on each of their minds. All they needed was for one of them to say something. Luckily, Hanna’s filter was nowhere near good enough to stay quiet, “Fuggit. Be honest, chu jus wanna do howny diapie stuffs wif me?”

“Yes,” said Sam without a hint of hesitation. Even he was a tad shocked by how rapidly the simple affirmation fell from his mouth. That shock served only to elevate his carnal needs as he opened his legs wide in preparation for the profusion of pleasure coming his way.

Unsurprisingly, Hanna wasted no time jumping into Sam’s crib and kneeling over him now that she had the green light to get freaky. Two wet spots began to form on her shirt thanks to her hyperactive titty lactation, triggered by an uptick in arousal over Sam’s approval. She paid it no mind, her passion too powerful to slow down over some slight humiliation. “way back and twy not to scweam too woud if chu can hewp it. I’ww take cawe of evwyfing,” she said, returning her hand to the center of Sam’s comically full pamper. Only this time, her touch was anything but light. Her fingers sunk into nearly a foot of the swollen wadding and its semi-soft, messy core. “Wowza! No way I cooda kept my hans off dis fo thwee days. I nuh seen one dis messy befo. Chu mus be one pwoud baby,” she cooed, adding some verbal teasing into the mix while her sensual hand motions cut through Sam’s defenses like a knife. 

Sam responded in kind as his face transitioned through various hues of red until his complexion was cherry-colored. However, Hanna’s words, while embarrassingly seductive, were nothing in comparison to the shockwaves impacting his nether region. His body felt weak as he leaned against his crib bars, allowing his new, female hormones to take over his senses. Everything from the way his hair brushed against the back of his neck to the softness of the blanket beneath his thighs turned every part of his figure into an erogenous zone. “I-Is that what…s-sex feels like for you?” he muttered, stricken by the stark difference between men and women when it came to the Big Bang. For men, all stimulation was housed within the pelvic area leading up to a large explosion at the end. The arousal women experience, on the other hand, is far subtler, spreading throughout the entire body the vagina acting as an epicenter.

It was hard for Sam to necessarily say which was superior, especially since he had yet to lose his virginity as a guy. That being said, he was certainly finding a lot of appeal in the female side of things if his libidinous moans were anything to go off. Even the pitch of his feminized voice was turning him on, sounding akin to something one might hear in a porno.

“I gonsa make chus addicted ta bein’ a girl,” said Hanna, intensifying her hand motions as she whispered the horniest things in Sam’s ear; her breath sending pleasure signals from his brain to his slit. With her free hand, she grabbed onto his left breast and began rubbing it softly, ensuring her delicate touch never got too harsh enough to cause pain, “Chu boobas awe gonna be so sensitive cuz imma pway wif dem aww da time. Fink of aww da dwess up games an tea pawties we can have. I wonder how long it wiww be befo chu beg me ta fiww da widdwe pocket between chus legs. You wanna have somefing inside chu, doncha?”

Done in by Hanna’s bedroom skills, Sam couldn’t argue with what Hanna was saying even if he wanted to. It was as if his feminine side had a magnetic field around it, pulling him in and refusing to let go. Maybe it was the sex talking but the more Hanna talked, the more alluring the idea of exploring the opposite end of the gender spectrum became. He’d already given up being an adult and accepted the fact that he wanted to live the rest of his life as a horny baby. It wasn’t a stretch to believe he would throw away his birth gender for the same reason. “Y-Yes! I-I want it all! I want to be your girl! Oh fuck!” she shouted, mounting her first female orgasm.

Hearing Sam say those fateful words was all that Hanna needed to push her over the edge. She scooted her padded butt forward and mashed her wet diaper into Sam’s messy one, joining her in ecstasy. “Come here,” she said, wrapping the hand around Sam’s neck that had previously been massaging her mooshy diaper, she pulled him into her lactating chest, “M-My boobs are so sore. Please s-suckle them.”

Hanna’s pleas were immediately answered as Sam pried open her play partner’s top and planted her lips on her right nipple. Her cheeks puffed up with fresh cream, unable to keep up with Hanna’s flow now that he had engaged her milk sacs. “Ish sho yummy,” she said between swallows. Even her subsequent orgasm wasn’t enough to unlatch her from Hanna’s tit. The flavor was just too good.

Lost in the deepest depths of passion, Hanna and Sam had entered CrissBaby HQ riddled with uncertainty. No longer was that the case. Every horny thing they’d read online or dreamed up in their heads was now at their fingertips. Letting go of the last of their reluctance, they embraced what it truly meant to be a Bab Rat as they climaxed together over and over again.

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“Okay, I’ll admit when I’m wrong. This first batch of testers, while untrained, have given us more data to work with in a mere three days than anything the official testing team could pull off,” said Mark, sitting behind the glass partition of Hanna and Sam’s nursery as he watched them go to pound town with each other. He may have been skeptical of the Bab Rats Program at first but the numbers didn’t lie, “The only downer news at the present is that we still need to tinker with the aphrodisiac formula. It definitely shouldn’t have taken three whole days for these two to go to bone town together. But that can wait for tomorrow. Take your victory lap. You’ve earned it.”

Smiling proudly thanks to Mark’s praise, Dr. Madrigal was thrilled to have her superior’s approval, especially after he outright dismissed her idea initially. Soon, the rest of the test nurseries that had been assigned to her program pending final approval would be filled with useful idiots like Hanna and Sam who were willing to give up everything to be a market research dummy for an ABDL company. Where she’d go from here was anyone’s guess. Heck, for all she knew, Mark’s job might be hers in the near future. “Thank you, Mark. Coming from you, that means a lot,” she said, playing up her gratitude to ensure her rise to the top was as subtle as possible.

THE END.

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[epicfranb]

WHO'S READY TO HEAR A NEW AU?? FROM ME????? WOOHOOOOO

Anyway remember a post i made about assigning hermits superpowers. No worries if you didn't see it btw. Basically, i talked about how i looove coming up with superpowers, but usually have no idea how to tie the plot together... The last concept i had was pretty boring (hermits get isekai'd into the real world. Blegh), but i think i got something here. Take my hand and let's go.... Into the read more

Bdubs comes home from work to find his girlfriend, who he lives with, Cleo, murdered. And the murderer, still at the scene! The murderer disappears right before Bdubs's eyes, and leaves shards of glass behind. The investigation obviously takes place, and, after long questioning and everything, Bdubs is forced to spend the night at a hotel, exhausted. Strange things continue to happen, as everything becomes strangely quiet, as though the entire world had stopped. There is knocking on the door, but no answer; until a tall woman, mysterious but strangely normal looking, enters the room. She introduces herself as Pearl and gives Bdubs a clock, saying he lost it. Bdubs doesn't recognize it, until Pearl shows that his name is engraved on the backside. That's when Bdubs remembers that it was his former friend, Etho, who made this clock for him. They haven't talked in such a long time, but Bdubs was still devastated that he lost such as precious item. Pearl doesn't even hint at where she found it or how she has it, but she says that it's been away, quietly collecting magical power. Turns out, the clock can stop time - Pearl shows him how, and after Bdubs puts the palm of his hand on the face of the clock, the time resumes, the ambient noises are back and Pearl just... Disappears, with no answers.

As if Bdubs wasn't stressed enough already, Cleo's body also goes missing. One of those days, Bdubs walks by his house and sees a familiar silhouette... It speaks with a familiar voice, though horribly distorted. The person is Cleo, a walking corpse. She calms Bdubs down to the best of her ability and they try to catch up on what's going on. Turns out, Cleo woke up with a strange woman looking at her; it was the same woman that Bdubs met, Pearl! Cleo thinks she probably was given a little time to finish her business, and decides that the last thing she has to do in this world... Is to take revenge on her killer. Bdubs thinks it's uncharacteristic of them; he thought they'd say something like, "to spend my last days doing what i love, with someone i love". But Cleo says they have a specific reason why they want to take revenge. It's because they know the killer! They don't tell Bdubs who it is though.

Now, i haven't figured out what happens next yet. Here's some miscellaneous stuff ig

Some people may have guessed that "person disappears before your eyes and leaves glass shards behind" sounds like a specific power i have for a specific someone... It's Etho, actually. But also, writing this, i thought how cool would that be... If they meet Etho and find out about his power, and think oh it's so obviously him. But he swears it's not. And plot twist it's actually someone else who framed him ghhhhgghh do i wanna say who i have in mind. Do i wanna say. Um. I was thinking Lizzie. Idk. Idk. I think it's cool tho

There's gonna be other peepos in this AU too!! I'm thinking it's gonna be groups of people who start off seeming unconnected, but gradually your realize they're all part of one story (i love this sort of thing!!). The other group will be the Magic Mountains bros (or whatever they're called). So far I have thought of powers for Scar and Joel, and i have ideas but am undecided on Gem, Grian and Skizz, and haven't even began thinking about Impulse.. And mumbo (i keep forgetting he exists)

I thought it'd be funny if Grian had to throw a dice for everything he does and let luck decide if he succeeds or fails. No particular reason for it, other than sort of? adapting a curse i had for him in another AU but for a different setting. In that other AU, he had a curse where, when he would involve himself in someone else's business, the result of his involvement would be the opposite of what he intended. Here, i adapted the basic idea of this, which is: Grian's actions are not under his control, and are independent from his intentions. The only thing is... The rest of them have actual powers, but Grian is stuck with a curse again LMAO i will keep thinking about this.

For Scar, it's a power that i talked about and, in fact, also headcanon for his Hermitcraft character. It's that he has (pretty limited) shapeshifting abilities. Essentially, he can change a few basic things about himself, but he can't, like, turn into a tiger or into a rock. So he has to remain human basically. I think.

For Joel i wanted something crazy. I remembered an AU i had for another fandom, so i gave him a power based on that. Whenever Joel has a bleeding open wound, he goes berserk.. he has increased strength, but can hardly control himself. He ends up being covered in scars, poor boy.

For Gem, i initially had nature powers in mind. Her talent and love for building organics could translate very well into something like controlling plants. But then i remembered, if I'm (sort of) basing this group on season 10, should i give her water powers instead? Hm.

For Skizz, uh, I'm like. I REALLY want something that's kind of like... It SCREAMS that it's Skizz's power, or maybe it enhances his already present character traits. But so far the only thing i came up with is... Super duper eyesight. He can see ridiculously far, with all the detail, but also ridiculously close. What do you think. I think it's a cool power but I'm not sure it fits.

As for Pearl, i think she's kind of like... Not the "mastermind", but something like an outside force who has more powers and information than everybody else. Perhaps she isn't even human. I thought it'd be neat if she only appeared during a full moon.

Oh, and on Etho, of course. His power is to go fully non-existent for short times, but he leaves glass shards behind. In addition to that, he needs to keep a strong grip on his consciousness in this state, or it will disappear as well and he will forever remain this weird type of ghost.

That is all i have for now (i think)! I just like thinking, guys. I guess i should really get into a habit of finishing stuff though... It definitely won't be this time lmao sorry. Please do talk to me about this though UwU

[matthewalexander]

Greetings people of the internet! I am

Matthew Alexander C. (Coon) De Guzman!

Yes, that is my full legal name (I'm kidding). This might be my third reintroduction in this place. Still, as a person who has hung out on Tumblr for quite several years, existential crises are very common and they usually involve identity issues! However, I have now fully established myself as a raccoon! Yes, a raccoon. I am a writer and sometimes an artist! I am in cahoots with @KaelaDMeerkat on Twitter. She helps me draw most of the time whereas I help her write stories that she thinks about! We definitely DO NOT have something in store FOR YOU. We do not, don't even think about it! I have the tendency to write angst so watch out for that! I also write FLUFF, but that's kind of a rare occurrence.

Please support me in my journey to become the world's first raccoon writer! I think I am! But how would I know? I live in a dumpster at the back-alley of some restaurant. Yes! They have wi-fi! Want more of my backstory as to why I'm here? Well, once I get drawing again, I'll make a funny comic! Well, I already have one, but I'll post it after this post! What I am trying to say is that I will post more and make more that includes my backstory! You'll figure out where I am from, what I look like from these tiny easter eggs. Yes. YES! GREETINGS AND GOODBYE. PLEASE FOLLOW ME. I NEED MONEY FOR COTTON CANDY. IT KEEPS DISSAPEARING. PLEASE HELP. P.S. I write fanfic! I'm also Matthew Alexander on AO3, but hey, you gotta read the full caption to figure that out. Here's the link for you peepos: https://linktr.ee/matthewacoon

[chessmaste56]

Another Day

As I move on into another depressive day. I spiral. Knowing that there was once someone who claimed my heart and soul. The echo of that loss still haunts me. I ache. Desiring to see her face, feel her touch, hear her voice. I ache to cut loose. Find a way to message her, to reach out, to wander into her graces and be scalded by the sun of my detested desire. I once thought that I was Lancelot, catching the heart of Qwynevere, stealing her away from Arthur. In the end we ended up like the fairy tale. Lancelot was sent away, to fight day after day. Challenged man after man. In the end being slain by a woman. Gwynevere making the decision to stay with the man she loved, but didn’t make her happy. Till the day they were slain by their regrets and mistakes.

Can I laugh? At the absurdity? I asked an Oracle deck the other day. Where is my love, how long must I wait, I wish for my heart to be loved once again. I drew Venus. I used to call her Aphrodite/Venus goddess of love. For she looked like the portrait of Botticelli’ ‘Birth of Venus’ She was a long haired, red haired beauty, with some curves. Past scars marring her flesh. I couldn’t have been any more in love. When asking about my heart mate, the future. I was reminded once more of her. I used to trace her scars, calling them battle wounds, a tracing of a battle hard fought. I wanted her to feel loved and safe in my arms. I wanted to give her my soul, my everything.

The funniest thing is the lamp. We used to live together, her and I. It might of been the worst time of health for me, but it was the happiest I have ever been. Coming home to the woman that I loved, seeing her face stuck in worry, concentration, or even happiness at the sight of me. She was in her last year of college, me in my second year of my career. I worked long hours, but when I came home I was hers. She was the moon in my eyes. My Chariot, my moon. I could never love her more, I could never not know peace than cradling her in my arms as we watched Netflix, or planned meals, or laughed and lived in our shared spaces. Those 10 short months could not of lasted long enough. Forever will I be scarred by her absence in my life. A loss of who I was for a brief important moment of time. 

Sorry the lamp. Every night she would turn it off. She insisted in putting me to bed first. I had work, she had studying. But she would always shut the light in the living room off. The first night she left. The night we departed and never lived together again. The light was left on, and I cried, and cried, and cried. The smallest thing, the habit once formed to never be replaced. Years later I broke that lamp in a drunken fugue. I don’t know why, but slowly I wonder is removing closure.

I still have the things she made. Light ornaments made out of old whiskey bottles, a portrait where she promised we would be friends forever. A box hidden in my room of all the gifts she ever gave me. She was an ingrained part of my life. A few years together (3), apart for longer (5), but forever a scar. She has married her fiancé, continued her job, or so I assume. A poly relationship where Lancelot lost once again. A parable to not love a taken woman for she will choose familiarity and duty over happiness?

Am I destined to be a man who makes someone happy, but gets left behind? A patchwork kit to mend a heart to trigger trauma and act as a a scapegoat to justify following the should? Am I Gatsby? Drowning in a pool as the love of my life goes with the man she could never leave but never love? Where do I go from here? Another day, another bottle emptied, another poem wrote. Am I any closer to healing than I was when she said good bye? Questions? Questions? Questions? Always asking myself, but if I seek answers will I destroy myself?

(Since I will never say them again to her. Peepo, Waz, Chariot, Carly, Venus, my love)

[onlywayleftisup]

u kno that feel when u draw peepo’s kids better than u do ur own kids.

everytime i come across a post that says ‘’show me your kids!’’ or ‘’drop refs of your ocs’’ i scroll my album and come out defeated bc 

all my kids appear in shitposting/short comics like this: 

like where 2 find refs. my kids literally live in comic format. sosb i wish i had at least headshot refs of them, can anyone tell me why artists are so lazy to draw their kids. where is motivationnnn 

[busnautica]

Just learned the term eco-mafia ... Like dude.........

Depressing Ocean Rant just skip this

(grumpy peepaw mode)

So, I'm like a second wave immigrant or whatever but like ... Well aware about third world countries like my own

And the eco-mafia are using poor peeps in these countries that have obviously been forced to turn to illegal fishing for some scraps of money to live (they become slaves bro) bc rich peepo wanna eat some fancy fish bro they stealing corals from my home country's coral reef

(funny actually - it's been going on for long before I was born but it's only dawned on me when I visited a museum in my teens and there was a coral bone - on the plaque, stated it was originally stolen from the Philippines and then donated there ...lmfao...)

They're aware. Everyone's aware of what's happening to the planet - just systems are driving stuff and slowing down 50 years too late and I KNOW this sounds so depressing but ... Like we got the stuff. We got the tech AND the methods AND the means to carry out these methods to help ourselves.

Anyway ILLEGAL FISHING. wouldn't happen if there wasn't a need and that's weirdchamp

Personally I'm ranting - I'm not here to say stop eating fish - there's some sick ass (affectionate) fish husbandry out there (including my ol gramps peace to you bro for pioneering fish farming a fuck long time ago)

Also best meme to come outta fish husband is very beautiful very powerful

Those guys can survive winter and keep the fish stock alive and free of parasites unlike the tropical default (was it a remora? Whatever it is the cleaner fish died in the cold - the lump fish - they good to keep going 😊)

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Me @ this documentary: too tired to physically react- types here instead

EU tax money misused for feeshing bro I - Spanish mafia clan winning court battles over Interpol bc of the loop holes

Titan fish sized loopholes: can't do shit on this part of the sea sowwy!

Interpol: surprisedpikachu

It's just layers of shit ass systems that push most people into crime (anywhere in the world tbh including the richest country in da world muwica) nobody is like BAD because they did a crime (that wasnt like the murder word or the r word what the fuck why the fuck would someone willingly do that irl etc)

This ain't an essay it's a rant - I hope the eco mafia smells my farts and chokes and I wish them, regardless of what reproductive organs they own - a very heavy period. To get in the way :) maybe a very nice STUB YOUR TOES

Also at the first world countries - like one I currently live in - cheese n butter ain't that impopo like calm down why are people here suddenly reporting that the stuff we line the shops with are linked to deforestation.

Maybe it's bc I'm not white and I hear of this shit from not only the stupid amount of documentaries I love to consume like spagetti but also literally from my family lmao SNORES

Also it's pointless to have the consumers point at each other and go ITS YAW FAWLT FOR EATING MEET or CONSUMIN SHIT LOOD OF SOYA ... Like chill... Bro. Hyper production is doin it ☺️🔪 companies have already been making more than what's needed 😊🔪 but they're also avoiding the symbiotes whilst swimming through titan fish loop holes ok 😚🔪

Love whatever the fuck vegans are doing - but aim the banana gun at the system first before some of the weird tunnel vision ones bitch about poc and their savage meat eating ways please

lmao

Isn't it weird to like understand how our world works? Then like some of us ( LIKE MY ASS) just .... Cannot help but think of Alterra

What's actually going to get us out there? I think we can do it but there's easier (mechanical) ways to launch right...? (But it involves a shit load of landmass UNFORTUNATE. It would use ... Probably less fuel. I'm not Ryley Robinson idk how rockets work babe)

Mining "gotta" be up in those asteroids

(also ppl super mining for components for GPUs for crypto man this is like a weird and interesting time lmao)

Anyway ACTUALLY my rant is leading to something that'll at least give you existential

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Appreciation?

Idk ... It's just... Similar to how I feel about how she sat alone in that containment chamber with her unhatched eggs but ... Still reached out and still loved her unborn emperors ... Idk man... Family.... Dude..... Whilst the world sorts itself out under better guidance we got family (found or ... If you're happy with the ones you were born with- cool bro)

It's family baebey - also shit on zoomers all u want but I trust those shitheads to change shit regardless (also what the fuck am I a zoomer or a millenial stop making posts about zoomer or millenial childhood experiences if it's the same like --- ... Maybe I am a cusp as bitch.)

Zoomers r funni and when the ppl in charge pass on it gonna be free for the taking babes

AU where the Mafia child next in line finds a better way to make illegal money and uses it to help the planet out found family tags please god ple---

Anyway go eat this poem just eat it

Eat it like spaghetti

[hqmillioncorn]

Lalapril Day 8: Metallic

‘In the ever-crowded streets, don’t be swept away by your own nervousness.’

its time to go shoppiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  with good friends lunya lanya and reese peepo!!!!!!

“Oh! Oh! Lunya! Lunya! What about this one!” 

“This one! Peepa! Peepa!”

Babycorn and Cherrypit hopped up and down right after each other to try and get Lunya and Reese’s attention. “Reese! Lunya! We’re over heeeere!” they shouted.

Many of the other residents and visitors of the Crystarium turned their heads curiously to her, wondering why in the world these small dwarves were yelling so loudly. 

“Hold on, we're coming!” Lunya shouted back before she turned back to Reese, “Looks like we found where they ran off to now.” 

Reese sighed, her shoulders slumping. “How do they keep slipping away from us so fast…?” 

It felt like ever since they arrived at the Crystarium that day Lunya and Reese had been playing a long game of tag with the Starsingers. Within the first step inside, Babycorn had excitedly run off with Cherrypit in search of the perfect armor for Tilika. 

Recently she’d just finished her Gladiator training and Babycorn had wanted to give her a congratulations present.

And Babycorn had been very adamant that she would not be leaving empty handed.

“Look! Look! This ones perfect!” Babycorn waved her hand up and down, excitedly pointing at a set of armor on display. 

The shopkeeper at attendance stared at Babycorn, then to Lunya and Reese. As if she was silently asking them if this strange Dwarf was with them. 

Finally having caught up to the siblings, Reese grabbed Babycorn’s normal sized head and held her above the ground to make sure her jumping around didn’t knock anything over like the last three shops they’d run to. 

Meanwhile, Lunya inspected the armor Babycorn had pointed out, her concentration never wavering. Not even when Cherrypit decided to climb onto her head. “Heh-heh…!” Cherrypit thought himself as sneaky for managing to climb onto Lunya’s head without her noticing.

When really Lunya was just happy he was having a good time.

Eventually after only a few seconds of looking over the armor Babycorn had picked out, Lunya sighed, again. “Babycorn…Once again, this armor is made for Blacksmiths.” It was honestly impressive that she’d made the mistake for what was now-five times in a row. 

If she made the mistake one more time however, Lunya would start to worry. 

“Phooey.” Babycorn crossed her arms and pouted. Then just as Lunya had, Reese let Babycorn down as easily as she could. “It’s a good thing I asked you guys to come along with me then! I don’t know the first thing about clothes…” Babycorn laughed nervously. 

“How did you pick out your own armor then?” Lunya asked. No incident where Babycorn wore the wrong armor for the wrong job sprung to mind.

“Guess I just got lucky!”

Reese and Lunya looked at each other and let out a concerned hum. ‘That’s a whole lot of luck she has…’ Lunya thought to herself. Having just witnessed Babycorn surviving licking and almost eating a poisonous toad last week.

Hydaelyn had her work cut out for her.

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“What we’re looking for is armor sturdy enough for a Gladiator. Since they’re going to be taking a lot of hits!” Reese explained. 

Babycorn was glad she asked Reese to come along too. She only knew two people who did the same job as Tilika was doing now. 

And Himbo didn’t usually wear too many clothes, so he probably wouldn’t know.

“You know Tilika the best Babycorn, any idea what kind of idea what kind of style she likes?” Lunya asked.

“Hmmm…” both Babycorn and Cherrypit closed their eyes to think. 

They tried to recall any of the outfits they had seen her in. “Well there’s this pink fluffy coat she likes to wear a lot! That’s what she was wearing when we first met!” Other than that, no other outfits really came to Babycorn’s mind.

“Pink! Tilika likes pink!” Cherrypit added.

Lunya nodded and mentally checked those facts down. These were very important kernels of information.

And speaking of important information, Lunya remembered she needed to ask a very important question.

“Babycorn? By any chance did you get Tilika’s measurements?” 

From the blank smile Babycorn was giving her, Lunya could only assume the answer was, ‘No.’ 

Again.

“I see.”

“I-I WAS GOING TO GET THEM! I SWEAR! I gave myself a reminder and everything!” 

“Then what happened?” If Babycorn really did go through the trouble of giving herself a reminder, Reese was curious what had gone wrong. Other than her forgetting, obviously.

“Oh! I asked Cherry to remind me!”

Lunya and Reese looked down to see Cherrypit happily chewing on his new teething toy without a care in the world. 

Chances were that he probably forgot too.

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As the day drew to a close, the gang was nowhere closer than they had been that morning to finding a gift for Tilika.

On the bright side, while the perfect armor was nowhere near sight, they did make it in time to grab one of the Crystarium’s newest limited edition snacks! 

A frozen treat in the shape of the Crystal Exarch’s head! Exciting!

They were only being sold for a few days only, as a celebration for the man, the legend himself. The likeness was only just a little off.

“Hey Lunya, does G’raha tia have gumball eyes in real life too?” Babycorn asked, throwing the Crystal Exarch’s gumball eyes into Cherrypit’s mouth.

“N-No? No, he doesn’t.” Lunya looked at the popsicle in her hand. 

Her popsicle-husband’s smile was just a little lopsided and the heat of the day was already melting him, causing his little gumball eyes to drop down. “...Yeah he’s still cute.” Lunya whispered to herself before biting down on her popsicle-husband’s cherry flavored head.

“Who’s idea was this anyway?” Reese had finished their treat already, like Babycorn she had also thrown the gumballs into Cherrypit’s mouth. 

(he had asked in advanced if he could have them)

“No idea.” Lunya shrugged. 

Whoever it had been though had only done it because they were craving popsicles at the time. 

Sighing, Babycorn threw the last of her popsicle (including the wooden stick) at Cherrypit-who happily crunched it down in one bite. “Maybe we should find them so they can help me find armor for Tilika. If they came up with this, maybe they can help me.” Babycorn let out another long, sad sigh. 

She’d only known Tilika for almost half a year now, and since meeting her Babycorn had learned more about her parents than she ever knew. 

Not only that, Tilika had vowed that she would protect both siblings with her life.

Babycorn had no idea what to think at the time, all she did was nod and humor Tilika’s heroic vow.

“One day Tilika came back with a hole in her armor. I think she bought it in Ul’dah but…I got scared. Scared that she would get hurt trying to protect us.” Babycorn looked down, she clenched her jacket tightly. “I told myself I needed to get the best and strongest armor for her. So she would never get hurt!”

Reese and Lunya silently listened. They both knew that there was probably no armor out there that would make someone completely invincible, and Lunya was positive deep down even Babycorn was aware of that. 

“I have an idea.” Lunya said, standing up and throwing her own popsicle stick at Cherrypit. “Babycorn how about, instead of buying the armor I make it for Tilika instead?”

In an instant Babycorn became flustered. 

“W-Wh-What?!” she nervously jumped back as far as she could from both Lunya and Reese. “I-I couldn’t ask you to do that! That’s p-probably a lot of work and stuff you need isn’t it?!” Babycorn didn’t know much about crafting but what she did know is that it took a lot of a bunch of certain things.

“Mmm…Maybe, but I can handle it. With you and Reese’s help!” Lunya confidently beamed.

“Huh?”

Reese knelt down next to Babycorn, trying her best to face the Lalafell eye to eye. “You’re right, Lunya would need a lot of things but we can go and get those things! Didn’t you pick up Botany a while ago?” 

There were not a lot of other reasons Reese could come up with why one morning she woke up to see Babycorn running around laughing maniacally swinging a small axe around.  

Babycorn nodded, "I mean I did but I’m not too good at it yet…” As evidenced by the two hours she and Cherrypit spent stuck to a tree with tree sap. 

“Well then, just leave it to me to walk you through it!” Reese stood up and gestured to themselves.

Despite the cloudy weather Reese was shining as bright as a star to Babycorn. “We’ll get everything Lunya needs to make Tilika her armor. We’ll get her enough materials for her to make multiples!”

As always, Reese was handling it.

“Yeah!” Babycorn jumped up into the air and cheered. Next to her Cherrypit began cheering along with her, though he wasn’t sure why his sister was so happy. He was just happy that she was happy.

“Hey, Lunya?”

“Hmm?” Lunya had already been thinking of some designs in her head. 

Although it would probably be better to wait on it until she met Tilika in person. Despite Babycorn talking so much about her, none of her friends had actually seen the strange Viera claiming to be Babycorn’s cousin.

It was suspicious at best.

“I know you’re gonna do a good job! You make like, the best clothes ever so…so-! I’m sure Tilikas is going to be fine in any armor you make!” 

“Thank you Babycorn.” Lunya would make sure that Tilika would be the closest thing to invincible in whatever armor she made.

“Now that that’s decided, let’s go and get some more of those popsicles!” Without waiting for an answer Reese turned to go and run back to where they were selling them. 

“Gaha! Gaha!” Cherrypit cheered, excited to receive more candy and crunchy sticks.

“I thought they were only giving out one per person?” Babycorn recalled seeing a lot of signs around that said exactly that. 

She knew them well, lately she’d taken to practicing her reading on any sign she got her eyes on.

Lunya giggled, “Did you forget who you’re with?” she pointed to herself, a smile on her face. “You’re with the Crystal Exarch's wife, remember? They can’t not give us more!” Whatever strings she could pull-she would. If it made Cherrypit as happy as he looked now.

When Reese and Lunya looked back to the siblings they were already gone. 

[miiilowo]

I. Im very curious about the pink haired enderman oc 👉👈 where are they from?? What do they doo?? This is a ramble as much as you want to ask :D

RUBBING MY LITTLE GREMLIN HANDS TOGETHER (also sorry about the late answer, my internet went out as i was writing this)

he’s for an smp im on! :D we decided that we wanted to do rp stuff for fun (hasnt really happened but some characters exist) and i decided to make an enderman character because i just. love them so much

the idea is that one of the smp members went to the end and made an enderman grinder. for whatever reason (havent figured out what the reason is yet) she decided that my funky little guy was special and decided to keep him. kind of like adopting them.

Afterward she made him king of the end because shes a human who thinks she has power over just about everything. for that reason i spent like 3 days building a castle on the server.  He does not take his role as a king seriously whatsoever, and never goes to the end. Why, you may be asking?

When you kill the ender dragon you get the achievement ‘free the end’, which doesnt Sound Like Endermen Had A Fun Time, so im just going to assume he has very bad memories associated with that place

since you mentioned it, his hair is not Actually pink, in fact, he’s bald, but he likes color a lot and so he made a wig (plus he wants to fit in with his mom and other people more) ((also my hair is just pink and he’s an adaptation of another persona i have but we can ignore that)). colors and flowers and stuff are something he enjoys because its a nice difference in comparison to the end which is mostly just . beige and black and purple sometimes 

He’s relatively good at english, and really loves writing and stories and books!!! i have a groovy lil library in my castle and a notebook/journal i track events of the smp in. im THIS CLOSE to copying the personal poems ive done into a bunch of books and selling them on the server for shits and giggles

My castle is one of the cooler builds on the server so new members stop by and stay there for a while before they head off on their own. so, i decided to turn that into him really wanting people to hang around, but they keep leaving and he gets kinda sad about that. id hate living in a big fucky castle and then peepo just stop by then exit after like 4 days. as a result he now has one crazed little clown friend who he is overly attached to despite her probably not being good for his mental health. theyre. working on that. though. i think. that character belongs to my friend loserchips, aka my best friend and the gal who drew my icon, which is also the enderboy!!!!!!

he has a big pile of gems in his throne room that he is absolutely Not willing to share because ive decided he loves shiny things. He also does have some enderman behavior that ive incorporated into how i play:

- cant go in water unless wearing full armor

- cant be in rain without a hat on at LEAST

- afraid of eye contact/doesnt look people in the eye

- climbs on shit and up the vines all over the castle. this scares people occasionally because hes already tall

- he isnt very good at teleporting and when he does he kind of zaps all over the place. due to chorus fruit i have ended up in countless ravines, creeper holes, roofs, tunnels, and houses against my will. it only worked out ONCE, where i was in a friends bakery, and she said to come upstairs. i ate a chorus fruit absentmindedly and teleported right in front of her. im counting this as him getting better at it

- i also am located in a savannah thats right next to a desert because it never rains there and he likes dry places for obvious reasons

- this was mildly inspired by endermen behavior. hes incredibly docile and friendly, but when he’s pushed a little too far he fucking snaps. the best example of this happening on the smp so far was when someone he was planning to live with forever left the castle, took some of his shit, then proceeded to fuck with him by showing him multiple double chests full of ender pearls. i then set fire to his house. (this character was also just genuinely scary and threatened him and killed him multiple times so i think that counts too. i now have his armor set)

theres a grave in my yard thats just a chest full of ender pearls people have given me because they think itd be funny. i am the main character i do not care

i put a little bit of Me into him, which means he loves to collect a bunch of items. anything he finds even a little cool he keeps. i have so many chests and theyre all so cluttered god help me

once bundles are added im absolutely going to have him carry around a sack of flowers that he gives to people

He has a really pretty royal outfit, and just casually wears it around the castle because he thinks he looks good in it

Also! he has three ‘sons’ which are just endermen i captured and put in boats. two of them i got before i had the enderman character idea. their names are ranboo and ran2. i think that is kind of funny

the third one is named hubert. hes bad at his job of guarding the villager cages

im very tempted to get him an enderman husband that sits in the bedroom or throne room. how the FUCK will i get him up there? i genuinely have no idea, but i know i wanna do it really bad

and some just. random stuff about him. ive been searching for a zombified hoglin named benjamin that i was introduced to on the first day of the server. I Know he exists. Hes in a sewer pipe behind spawn. im one of the few people who knows about his existence, and for the love of all that is holy i CANNOT FIND THE FUCKING HOGLIN and its driving me insane. if we translate this to my character, the only time hes left his castle in like a month is to find a hostile pig creature nobody knows exists and hes been rambling about it searching a swamp for days on end

also if he were living in this world and time, he’d listen to hyperpop and be put into a fucking trance by it because its just So Much on his little enderman brain. so much. i dont like hyperpop really but he Absolutely would

also!!!!!!!!!!! hes very good at knitting! very good! at knitting! the castle was super dull and gray so he decided to spice it up one day and now theres plants and flowers everywhere-alongside a giant carpet of his face. yes this actually exists. i have a rug of my skins face on the floor of one of my rooms. in this room is a bunch of wool and sewing stuff. i like to think he makes his own clothes.

something i forgot to mention is that hes somewhat wary of people, and doesnt like to kill mobs. The clown character i mentioned is a human, but she kind of died and came back to life (totems of undying you know) and as a result he likes her more because in a sense she is somewhat undead. just a cool little character bit i thought was neat :]

i feel like he wants to play an instrument but he cant because his hands are too clunky and big and long

but! anyway, thank you for letting me ramble about my beloved son!!!!!! im thinking of naming him finn, but i might just keep it as milo for simplicities sake. since thats my name. also i thought i should tell you that i had you in mind when i made the ‘if yall wanna talk to me’ post. very poggers

endermen are friend shaped and so is he i promise <3

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WTW EVENT || VENUS || RELATIONSHIPS

Alexos and Rivrin

Kill him, those awful demons whispered. You can have your life back if you do.

You don’t understand, my inner voice said. It’s not that simple.

Why not? I heard my inner demon ask, voice laced with venom. It should be simple.

Rivrin’s our best friend! My inner voice fought, echoing through my brain. I can’t lose him…

Those eyes. Those damned blue eyes. They were looking at me. He knew what I was thinking.

You fool, those demons hissed. You fool. Don’t you see?

I couldn’t listen. I couldn’t listen. Lies. Lies. No. Not now. Anytime but now.

After last night? My demon inquired. We’re not just friends, don’t you think?

I faltered.

You love him, my inner demon taunted me. The very thing you promised you would never do.

I had been denying it for too long. And now the truth was right in front of me. In this moment of peril, instead of a beautiful, heartfelt moment.

It came to me when that love could die right in front of me. Again.

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Since I forgot to do this earlier, in honor of my fourth draft of US AND THE STARS finishing up a few days ago, here is chapter two!! 

Link to chapter one ↦ (x)

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                                                   Chapter Two

                                             December 7th, 1982

                                             New York, New York

Though it is nothing short of a miracle that Aaron Duggar survives the crazed drive to the hospital in the middle of the city, he does nevertheless. He must force himself not to believe that all eyes are on him as he stumbles through the murky hospital doors, gasping for breath at the reception desk as he stammers for her to give him Serena Baker’s hospital room number. He looks drunk, though he’s not. He feels drunk. His fingers curl into fists at the desk. The wide-eyed stare gives the impression that she thinks he’s going to hit her. She looks up Serena’s room. Room 540. He hardly acknowledges that he hears her at all when he stumbles away and practically runs up to the room, taking the steps two at a time when the elevator takes too long.

He feels like he’s running through water when he trudges down the hall in wide strides, eyes dazed and unfocused, darting from room to room as he looks for 540. Vaguely, he’s aware that his appearance must seem jarring to the nurses in the hall; dressed for work, a frantic, wild look in his eyes, disheveled and in bad need of a shave. Voices and hospital equipment noises reverberate off his eardrums, though somebody could be dying and he would hardly notice it at all. 

It’s only when he finally pushes that door open that all eyes in the room actually are on him – except for Serena’s. He catches a flash of her long, blonde hair as her form is being covered with a blanket, as a tiny, shrill whimper sounds in his ears from the other side of the small room.

The sound is a baby. Beside him, the tiny body of a newborn infant stirs weakly in an incubator. 

“Are you Aaron Duggar?” a voice from far away asks. He doesn’t answer. His head swivels over the covered body on the bedside, draped in a white sheet.

Unspoken questions buzz quietly behind his teeth, though when he opens his mouth, none of them seem to come out. He stands there instead, arms dropped limply to his side, his button-up work shirt a disheveled mess. A lock of brown hair hangs over his forehead settles limply over his eyes.

“Excuse me, sir? Are you the father?”

Father. That word jolts him to attention. He nods, his hands shaking as he tries to look past the doctor at Serena’s still form on the bed.

“Yes,” he breathes, blinking as he watches the doctor carefully. The stale silence in the room makes his stomach tighten as he realizes something is wrong. “Yeah. I’m — I’m the father.” He looks at Serena’s covered body once again, revulsion rising up in his throat before the doctor speaks as understanding washes over him in bone-chilling waves. 

“I’m sorry sir,” the nurse says gently. A horrible mixture of pity and disappointment falls over her features as she struggles to choose her next words carefully. Aaron grips the back of the chair for support as his legs grow weak underneath him. 

“She suffered from a pulmonary embolism during birth.” The nurse’s steady voice wavers as he blinks, dull shock settling over his stiff frame.

“A what?”

“She gave birth to your daughter and died shortly after due to blood loss. I’m very, very sorry, sir. How about you sit down – “

“No. No – I don’t understand. She called me…she— “

But as he already knows those calls had been from at least four hours before.

Frantic thoughts rattle against the inside of his brain. Serena hadn’t been due for another month. He had refused to answer her calls. Serena is laying on the hospital bed mere feet from him. Serena Baker is dead.

He never wanted any part of this. He refused to have any part of this, and yet, here he is, standing at the sight of what may as well be a crime scene. He knows nothing of childbirth, knows nothing of what he or Serena were supposed to do when she realized she was pregnant eight months ago. It was always meant to be her problem — not his.

Aaron jolts back to reality at the sound of the nurse’s voice. She speaks gently and deliberately, as though afraid of breaking him when he’s already nothing but an empty body standing upright in the hospital room.

 “Your wife gave birth at – “

“She’s not my wife.”

“Serena,” she corrects herself, “gave birth approximately two hours ago at 8:32 am. She said the child’s name is Marceline Anne Duggar.”

“Yes,” he says flatly. He remembers that. He remembers her wide, hopeful eyes as she chose a name. Marceline. Anne had been Serena’s own middle name that she had wanted to pass down to her daughter.

 “Where is she — Marceline?” he asks.

“How about you sit down, Aaron?”

“No – why is she in an incubator?” His voice grows hoarse and loud as he begins to tremble.

“Aaron. Please sit down. Your daughter to have blood work done before we can release her.”

“Let me see her.” He won’t say the word daughter. Marceline isn’t his daughter. He doesn’t want to take responsibility for her. He blinks as the room spins. He won’t be a father. He can’t be a father. Yet he still wants to see her, wants to put a face to the thing he is expected to give life to.

“We need to run blood work on infants born this early. I’m going to give you a mild sedative, Aaron.”

He makes a move towards Serena’s still body. The nurse blocks his path. He grabs her shoulder and tries to push her out of the way. He’s saying something. Screaming, even, and the baby begins to cry. Something sharp sticks into his skin and his knees buckle. 

Aaron falls. In that space between consciousness and unconsciousness, he’s aware of hands catching him as time blurs into a slow, churning whirl, the colors and shapes blurring and reforming before his eyes. It isn’t the nurses’ hands that catch him, but the hands of another – a man who’s worried, wide eyes bore into his with a deep, brilliant green hue. A mass of curly hair falls over the other’s eyes as their gazes meet. And all at once, the man is gone. Nurses help him into a chair, and Aaron lets out a weak, defeated cry as the vision fades and he’s back in the hospital room once more.

His daughter is born on an early December morning. It had been cold enough for freezing rain – not snow. Now, the peaceful, yellow hues of the midday sun mock him as they peek through the hospital window and linger over the incubator. He’s acutely aware of the smell of disinfectant lingering in the dingy green and blue hues of the delivery room.

He doesn’t want to keep going, after today – but there’s no world-shattering tragedy to speak of, really. He’s nothing more than an adult human being who made a mistake nine months ago. He should be happy and rejoicing at the fact that the baby is as healthy as she is, considering she is premature.

He hears the muddled voice of the nurse telling him that Marceline’s bloodwork is successful. Though he can barely hear her, he’s vaguely relieved.

All at once, the man’s face flashes across his vision again. Startled, Aaron’s eyes trace across his dark, green eyes and brown, weathered hands that look older than his age, which couldn’t be much younger or older than Aaron himself. But the vision is gone as quickly as it comes. It startles him, leaving him chasing the colors of the image in a desperate attempt to reign it back in. Like a distant memory, the picture of the man in his head is difficult to place — familiar, yet entirely alien all the same. But unlike a memory, the image is startlingly clear, down to the minute details of his face and the curl of his hair.

As much as he cannot understand it, chasing pictures in his mind do nothing to displace the reality of what is happening now.

What he knows is that on December 7th, 1982, Marceline Anne Duggar is born. Serena Baker is dead. With a start, he watches as Alexandra Wilson, her best friend and godmother of the baby, runs into the hospital room only minutes and weeps at the bedside of her dead friend while Aaron watches in icy silence. She had hardly seen him, though her grief is raw and angry as the nurses try to help her to her feet. She shoves them away, her wracking sobs shaking her shoulders as Aaron casts his eyes down.

She turns to glare at him, the strong curve of her jaw set and clenched tightly through bared teeth. Her short hair sticks out in all directions, and her dark eyes are heavy with anger and unbearable grief. He knows that glare well. It bears years of pent-up hatred and anger for the man that, by all means, killed her best friend. 

Not that she’s wrong about that, Aaron thinks deliriously. He thinks about Serena; Serena, who was always smiling and kind, with the curliest blonde hair he’d ever seen on another girl. A girl he hadn’t loved, no matter how hard he had tried in the beginning.

Serena’s body is moved to the morgue, and Alexandra does not look at him as she goes to decide upon Serena’s arrangements with puffy eyes. Serena’s parents aren’t here – of course, they aren’t here. Why would they be? For all Aaron knows, they don’t even know she’d given birth, or that she is gone.

In the incubator, Marceline squirms in her bundle of blankets as Aaron watches with wide, unblinking eyes. A healthy, infant baby. Her pinched, wrinkled face makes her look more alien than human. The strange, unisex features of a newborn infant had never been endearing to Aaron before. But now, he can’t stop watching the stillness of her peaceful face while she sleeps. 

A healthy baby girl that would never know her mother.

With shaking hands, Aaron picks her up and holds her close to his chest, his brow furrowing in pained silence. The hospital room is empty and dim when the nurse and the doctor both leave to give him privacy to mourn for something he does not entirely understand. 

Slowly, he takes her and sits down on a chair beside the bed where Serena gave birth. This baby – his baby – is blissful in her infant ignorance, he realizes. She doesn’t know her mother is dead, though maybe she would, someday. She doesn’t know that her father never loved her mother, though he tried in the beginning. Aaron closes his eyes and softly begins to cry.

As he holds her close and quietly weeps over her bundled form, he wants Serena back. He wants Serena to know what to do – wants somebody to know what to do. But there’s nothing to be done.

Aaron is only left with the monsters in the shadows; monsters of his own imagination, lurking in the dark to pull him under to some terrible place where he’d never see the sunlight again.

The nurse stands by him as the sedative works through his bloodstream, calming the frantic, aching hammer in his heart. It doesn’t take the panic away; it only dulls it, shoving it somewhere far behind his chest cavity where it would wait to emerge. The whole time, Marceline sleeps in his arms. She never cries.

It takes two hours for the sedative to wear off, though it could have been two days, for all Aaron knows. The nurse brings him water, which he drinks wordlessly. He hasn’t moved the entire time, though, at some point, he’s dimly aware of someone gently taking her from his arms to place her back into the incubator. 

“Your daughter’s bloodwork showed positive results,” the nurse says quietly, reentering the room carefully as though afraid to disturb the peace that had finally settled over the room. “She’s weak since she was born one month premature. But she’s healthy. We need to keep her for another two weeks to monitor her vitals, but you will be able to take her home after that. You can leave if you want to.”

He’s not in any mental position to drive. A nurse suggests he spends the night in the hospital, but he quickly refuses. The thought of staying the night in a place where Serena had bled to death is too gruesome to bear. He doesn’t want to think about her anymore.

He did not love Serena, yet he knows he is responsible for her death. He had ignored her calls, refused her companionship when she fell pregnant and wasn’t there when she slipped away.

That night, he drives home in silence. New York City’s vast expanse of people and traffic feel empty and foreboding, and he hates the city now more than he ever had before.

If not for the avid desire to escape his reality before him, Aaron knows he would not have been able to sleep at all when he arrives home. His apartment, a sizeable, one-bedroom with its white walls and brown, carpeted floors threaten to close in on him as he trudges to his bedroom, one aching step at a time.

He dreams, but much to his surprise, his dreams aren’t riddled with nightmares. Startlingly clear and sharp, he’s standing in his bedroom. Beside him, the man whose face he had seen in a flash of color stands watches him wordlessly, peering at him as though puzzled by Aaron’s presence.

He can see me, Aaron thinks deliriously. I know him. The man goes to say something, his bright eyes widening in recognition. But something shifts; the shimmer of the vivid dream world dissipates, and Aaron’s eyes fly open in the dark of his room.

It’s like reaching for a distant, murky memory that he may have never lived. But somewhere, Aaron understands that he knows this man and that the man knows him, too.

He rolls over onto his side and stares out the grimy window of the apartment building’s first floor. Outside, the moon shines like polished glass.

His fingers itch for a cigarette. He had left his pack at his office in his desperate flight to the hospital early that morning.

“I can’t do this,” he whispers quietly. “I can’t fucking do this.” He closes his eyes, willing himself back into a fitful sleep.

[britishchick09]

ranking all the beatles songs i’ve listened to (so far...)

today marks a month since i made the beatles book, which is when i started to become a fan. now that i’m a crazy beatlemaniac, i’ve been listening to the boys a lot. i’ve heard 35 (technically 34) songs in full, so here’s my ranking of them! :D

35. i am the walrus

scary (sitting on a corn flake sounds nice tho)

34. drive my car

i like the beep beep

33. a day in the life

an okay song with a trippy part that i’m not a fan of

32. day tripper

i’ve heard this since i was little and i was like ‘wait THE BEATLES WROTE THIS OMG’ the tambourine is good and it’s okay

31. come together

a good song with trippy lyrics

30. ob la di ob la da album version

it’s okay. i’m not a fan of the loud ‘BRAH’ and that weird laughing near the end (who even was the ‘thank you’ lady?)

29. twist and shout

it’s a great song (i prefer the one from ed sullivan), but i can’t help but feel bad for john. i can tell he’s really forcing his sore af voice. poor guy! :(

28. revolution

i love the spark it has and it’s like YAS QUEEN LET’S HAVE A REVOLUTION BBY! :D i could do without the shredding guitar in the right channel tho

27. get back

this is another ‘THE BEATLES WROTE THIS OMG’ song. i love the az reference (although it’s crazy tuscon) and it’s a nice mellow tune

26. yellow submarine

what a fun song! :D

25. something

a sweet song with the best music video! :D (and it’s peepo approved)

24. blackbird

this is such a pretty and peaceful song ;)

23. hey jude

this is a relaxing song with a sweet story behind it and a great music video. i don’t really like how the ‘na na naaa’ part drags out and makes the song long af

22. hello goodbye

this was the very first beatles song i heard even though it was from those 2008 target commercials. it’s nostalgic and catchy! :D

21. please please me

a very nice song that has a nice harmonica :)

20. your mother should know

a pleasant song with a great dance number

19. all you need is love

i really like the strings and john’s ‘ALL TOGETHER NOW! in the background’ it would be a great song to sway to at a concert

18. i wanna hold your hand

a classic song with lots of energy

17. eight days a week

this is the 'newest’ song that i’ve heard so far. it’s a swinging tune! :D

16. help

a great song that gives me strong elsa vibes

15. act naturally

this technically isn’t a beatles song, but i’m counting it since ringo sang it with them. it’s a catchy song that fits him well! :D

14. in my life

this is yet another ‘THE BEATLES WROTE THIS OMG’ song. it’s so pleasant! :D

13. a hard day’s night

it has lots of energy and works so well for beatlemaniac chase scenes

12. all together now

this one was surprising since i never thought they’d write a kids song! i love the song’s simplicity and it’s a great bop

11. she loves you

a loud, energetic and fun song. yeah yeah yeah to this one! :D

10. can’t buy me love

it’s a dance-able tune with a great message :)

9. hold me tight

i really like the second half of the song. paul may be out of key, but it works!

8. your bird can sing

this has a lovely melody and i love the giggling take :D

7. please mr. postman

i really like how the backup vocals sound like a girl group and john’s voice coupled with the claps make it so great! :D

6. with a little help from my friends

this song is wonderful (not sure about the high part tho) and it’s always awesome to hear ringo sing! i love the story of the others standing around ringo to support him. it adds to the song in such a sweet way :)

5. octopuses’ garden

my boy ringo gets his own song and it’s awesome!!!!! george was so supportive of it and that’s really heartwarming. this has big spongebob vibes and it’s easy to be transported to the ocean (or bikini bottom). this is such a fun song! :D

4. i saw her standing there

this song is so catchy and upbeat. it’s really dance-able and has so much energy to it! it has strong new dream vibes and that’s a big reason why i love it so much. you can’t go wrong with them, especially when paired with the beatles! :D

3. do you want to know a secret

this song reminds me of snow white and finding out that it was based on john’s mum singing i’m wishing to him is the cutest thing ever! george’s voice was a bit funny at first, but i really liked it and he did a great job. this is an adorably sweet and simple song. :)

2. here comes the sun

this is such a happy and uplifting song that gives so much hope. it reminds me of the ending of frozen, when the ice truly did melt and it has been years since happiness had shone. i love the guitar solo near the end. george does a little voice crack on ‘it’s been years since it’s been here’ in take 9 and i love that! D

and my number 1 favorite beatles song is...

1. ob la di ob la da anthology 3 demo

this technically isn’t a separate song, but i’m counting it as such. this was the only beatles song i had on my ipod for a few years and the first one i listened to as a true fan. i love how it’s quieter than the album version, but still energetic. i love paul’s vocals, john going ‘yes sah take one for the united jumbo band!’ and ‘ob la di ob la da brother!’  are fun bits, the guitar is great, the little ‘la la la la la’s are cute and the beatboxing & saxophone is awesome. it’s the same song as 27, but it feels so different. it’s fresh, without tension and stoned john, it feels lighter, it’s... more alive i guess? the fact that i used it for my animation makes it truly special and it easily takes the top spot. no matter how many beatles songs i listen to, it’ll always be number one ♥

[humanp1lls]

I LOVE spider-verse SO much i love how "i love you" was used so freely i love how enthusiastic peter was to show off miles' powers to the others i love the fuckign RUBIX CUBE and how may was so shocked to see another one of her dead nephew that she DROPPED A BASEBALL BAT THAT SHE WAS GONNA USE TO FIGHT OFF SPIDEY FANS i love gwen's ballet motif and how fans see noir as peni's dad and the Hammer. it'll fit in your pocket. and when miles said "you could show me how to swing on the way there! fwsh fwsh" and peepo laughed Genuinely "i love you. you don't have to say it back though." they were so happy when miles came back !!!!!!!! "what a pig" "im RIGHT HERE" "this is a onesie so i don't have to worry about it" "hey kingpin how's business" "BOOMIN!" "nice. aw thats a no no." (prowler activates his claws) and ripeter just goes u g h "this is why i never had kids!!! / I LOVE YOU I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!! do i want kids???" "you stay in this dimension too long, your body's gonna disintegrate. do you know how painful that would be, peter parker?" "oh i dunno" "you can't imagine. and i, for one, can't wait to watch" "HEY"

[csnnat23]

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Says he will never be friends with Fed ever again, but is still shell-shocked and in disbelief of what happened - considered Fed to be a brother and spoke about how he and Fed were so close he was 1 out 2 people that he was talking to during the time yassuo was depressed, and that Fed used that shit against him. * Lilypichu * QuarterJade Valkyrae Pokimane https. In May of 2019, after being banned for talking to an attention seeking nobody who then got Mizkif banned and who was definitely not at fault and by no means should have been banned permanently after she was caught lying about it for attention, Mizkif decided it was time to change However, as of the time of this article's writing, Fedmyster's channel is still up on Twitch 0 peak viewers To se.

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[markistarr]

Monster Mash AU (WKM+Present day) // Ideas for other ego’s?? Send ‘em in! ^^

Okay, so, thanks to Monster Prom, I came up with this shitty AU. Hooray!

(actor/asshole/WKM) Mark is a demon--literally, just a boring ol’ demon, because why dafuq not?? It makes sense for his character; growing up, he was a fairly nice demon, that’s all.

Damien is a spider-human--as far as I’m concerned, they don’t have an actual name. Dunno why, though, ‘cause they’re super fuckin’ cool. Allow me to explain, though: basically, he’s like a centaur, but instead of the lower half being a horse, the lower half is a spider. I also like to add on eight eyes and four arms just to make ‘im kinda spoopy, but that stuffs optional.

Celine is a siren--even tho I hc her and Dames being brother and sister, so this wouldn’t make sense, but y’know what? That just means that Celine is partially spider and Damien is partially a siren (since one parent would be a spider-human or just a giant spider, whilst the other would be a siren).

William is a werewolf. Real creative, right? I know. But seriously, he’d make a good werewolf; mind you I’m talkin’ about a werewolf that’s generally got wolf-like features, such as ears and tail...oh, yeah, claws and fangs, too.

Y/N could just be...uh...I dunno. Skinwalker, I guess? No clue xd

Abe’s a Draconian, so he’s just a lizard person. I dunno, didn’t wanna go with the classic stupid bs, okay?! Besides, he’d be super cool and scaly and shit!

Now, for the present day peepos...

Okay, so, there are actually THREE Mark’s--one is a demon (the present WKM one), another is an angel (who’s an amnesiac, mind you), and the final is our mark, but he’s also an angel--the demon Mark is the one that experienced WKM. The angel one, however, got a name change (Milo) and experienced a whole different, and still kinda fucked up, life.

Milo is an angel of wrath--originally an angel of sin, but that was before he went through his rite of passage--and...yeah. His rite of passage is what makes his life fucked up, btw.

Our Mark is an angel of virtue--which virtue exactly? I dunno. If anything, he’s just a pure angel of virtue, which means that he tends to go through all the virtues. Or maybe he’s an angel of neutrality...? Mmm, yeah, that sounds about right; he sins and also has the virtues with him. Yup! ^^

Dark is a spider-human with siren attributes (specifically the voice powers and...yeah, that’s about it lol). He still has an aura and all that shit, but he looks a lot creepier now.

Wilford is obviously a werewolf. That’s not gonna fuckin’ change xd

I’d like to know what you guys think I should do for the other Iplier ego’s--once I figure out how I want them to be, I’ll make a new post, but just featuring them. It will include Milo, though, mind you. If y’all want, I’m also open to the Septic ego’s. ^^ (THIS UNIVERSE DOES FEATURE DILLIAM, DARKSTACHE, ANTIMARK, AND A FUCK TON OF OTHER TRASH SHIPS. I’M SO SORRY)

[imagineaworlds]

4 ARGUE

summary: Felicity Stark is the cousin of the one and only Tony Stark. While she’s done a good job of staying out of the public eye, the world doesn’t know that she’s an Avenger by the name of Selestra. But when the Avengers are divided by belief, Felicity is forced to part from her cousin. However, her choices land her back home in New York where she meets a cute boy in her class names Peter Parker. Only problem is, he’s been sent by Tony to keep an eye on her.

pairing: peter parker x female!avenger!oc

word count: 2,009

warnings (for entire series): cursing. mild violence.

(1) - (2) - (3) - (4) - (5)

Felicity stirred awake slowly, taking a moment to let her eyes adjust to the light around her. Through a curtain, the sun was shining into the room, the birds and bugs chirping outside. As her eyes fluttered open, Felicity found herself back in her bedroom in the Avengers compound. Alarmed, Felicity fought to get out of the sheets and comforter. this is a bad dream. that’s all. But it was no bad dream. Everything around her was real, she was really back. steve… Felicity thought in a panicked worry.

Startled by his sudden entrance through the wall, Felicity stumbled back when she saw Vision. “Vis, you have to get me out of here,” Felicity pleaded. “I have to help them.”

Vision sighed as he gestured for Felicity to take a seat on the edge of her bed. “It’s alright, Felicity,” he told her calmly. She was confused. “Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes have succeeded in clearing the Winter Soldier’s name. The true culprit has been arrested. His name is Helmut Zemo, and he has admitted to his crimes, which include framing Sergeant Barnes.”

Felicity felt herself slouch back in both relief and sadness. “Where are they?” She went to stand to go looking for them, but Vision stepped in her path.

“As of now, Captain Rogers, Sergeant Barnes, Sam Wilson, and Natasha Romanoff are on the run as fugitives. The others are still incarcerated.” Vision paused himself as he looked over his shoulder at the door. “Follow me.”

Vision opened the door for Felicity, and walked behind her after she passed him. More than anything, Felicity just wanted to know where they were going and what was happening. What did Vis mean by “incarcerated”? Where was Clint, Wanda, and Scott? Why wasn’t she in prison? For once, she just wished she could read Vis’ mind. In the past, Felicity enjoyed Vision’s company because he had no thoughts running through her head. She was at peace around him. But now, Felicity no longer knew him for who he was.

They were headed for the glass walled boardrooms. On the far end, Felicity saw Tony sitting at a table across from a man Felicity knew well. Over the tall desk chair, she saw his salt and pepper grey hair, and as he spun the office chair around, she couldn’t help but stare at the awful mustache glued to his upper lip. When Ross saw Felicity and Vision approaching, he stood to shake Tony’s hand before leaving the boardroom. As they passed each other in the hallway, they gave one another a dirty look.

Again, Vision opened the door for Felicity, then closed it when she was inside. The cousins stayed opposite each other, still quiet. In the moment, Felicity couldn’t help but miss the time when things were fine between her and Tony… they loved each other unconditionally, and all that mattered was keeping each other safe. She hoped that whatever he had to say next would rebuild that crumbling bridge.

As Felicity sat down, Tony leaned over the desk, “I’m sorry, Letty…” he muttered under his breath, but she heard him. “I want him to come back just as much as you do.

Carefully, Felicity put a hand over his, “So, help him come home.” Tony pulled away from his younger cousin, and she could sense that he wasn’t only pulling away physically. His thoughts were blue with sadness and regret, but retreating as he tried to shelter his thoughts from her. Felicity broke her concentration on Tony’s thoughts. “Don’t push me away, Tony…”

Tony adjusted his tie, “I spoke with Ross.”

“Clearly,” Felicity scoffed at the change of subject. “Let me guess, he’s sending me to the Raft, also.” Tony didn’t say anything. “You can’t do this, Tony,” she attacked. “We were a family before all of this. We were all happy here. Why’d you have to do this?”

“Me?” Tony snapped. “I did this, Letty? There was no choice in this, Ross was clear about that; but you and Steve decided it would be better for me to reveal your identity than to just sign on the goddamn dotted line so we could keep saving lives together. Don’t blame this on me. I wanted us to keep being happy, to stay a family… but the minute you, Sam, and Steve hopped on the first jet out of here, it was no longer possible.”

“So what now, then?” Felicity egged him on. “You lock me up in the darkest hole, throw the key away, and make Sam and Steve play a giant game of sardines?”

Tony’s thoughts spiked red as he burst out, “No! You know I just sat through three hours with that man to argue getting you out of the Raft? Finally, he budged. Finally, he said I didn’t have to send you there, because if I did that, I would never forgive myself.” Tony’s voice shook as he caught his breath. “The first option was the Raft or death. Then, we agreed it was either the Raft or send you home.” Felicity was about to tell him she was home, but he saw it coming. “No, he means that I have to send you back to Queens, to your parents.”

Suddenly, Felicity felt her limbs go numb, her heart fall to her stomach, and tears well in her eyes. “W—  What?” she croaked. “Tony…”

Tony wiped his eyes, “It’s not my choice, Letty. It’s the last thing I want to do to you, but it’s better than the Raft, trust me.”

“You can’t send me back there,” she whispered, unable to speak up. “Please, Tony, I’ll do anything.” Tony scratched at the wood table just to avoid eye contact with her. “You’re abandoning me like they did… but you’re sending me somewhere worse. Just tell Ross I’ll go to the Raft willingly. Anything. Please.” Felicity didn’t bother the tear that ran down her cheek. In all of her life, Felicity had never been so heartbroken.

All of those years ago, Tony promised to keep her safe, to protect her… it’s why he took her in… He always thought that Steve was more of a father to Felicity than him, but it wasn’t true. Tony was her dad, and now he was sending her back to the man who hates being associated with her. She didn’t want to go back, she couldn’t.

“You will be attending school in Queens. You are required to participate in at least one extra curricular activity. The Selestra suit is not allowed to go with you, it must stay in storage here. If at any point you break the rules, you will be sent to the Raft immediately. Most importantly—  Ross made this very clear—  you may not have any contact with Steve, Sam, or Bucky. If they attempt to contact you, you are required to contact me as soon as you receive contact.”

Felicity couldn’t bear to hear another word, couldn’t bear to listen to anymore of Tony’s regretful thoughts. It wasn’t Tony who was talking to her, it was Ross. Of all people, Ross knew how to get to Felicity. And he did. He always did. That’s why she hated him as much as she did. It was happening all over again, she could tell by the way things were so familiar. She was being abandoned again, but there was no one who she loved to get her and take her in their arms.

Slowly, things in Felicity’s room made their way into her suitcase, only packing what she could. Every so often Tony would knock on the door and ask to speak with her, but she didn’t want to talk to him. Through the door, he offered to have her things taken in boxes back to Queens, however Felicity insisted she didn’t want his help. So she fit everything she could into her suitcase, and then waited.

When she was packed, Felicity sat on the floor, and rested her back on the side of her bed. She tried her hardest to tune him out, but Tony had never left the door as he was waiting to hug her when she came out. He was trying to talk to her using his thoughts because he knew how much she struggled with ignoring him when she was upset.

let me in, letty. please. Nothing. i’m so sorry… please don’t hate me. Tony quietly chuckled through the door, “I remember when I first took you in and you couldn’t say Pepper’s name, so you called her ‘Peepo’. You didn’t believe us when we told you her name was Pepper. ‘She’s named after a food?!’ you said. Then you grew up, started calling her Ms. Potts… I couldn’t stop you from growing up. And I know it’s selfish, but I wanted you to stay that little girl forever, untouched by the bad in this world. Maybe if I hadn’t got caught up in all of this, you wouldn’t hate me.”

“I don’t hate you, Tony,” Felicity responded, breaking her silence. “You’re the only family I have left. I just don’t want to leave you. It’s all my fault… I went away, I helped Bucky escape. I wonder if things would be different if I just stayed. Maybe Rhodey wouldn’t be in the hospital—”

Tony shuffled outside, “That had nothing to do with you. Don’t you dare blame yourself.” Felicity tried her best to hold back a sob as she tucked her knees into her chest. “Come on, kid,” Tony played with the door knob, “Just open the door.” Felicity eyed the door knob, watching it twist and turn as Tony tried to enter. i love you. Her jaw quivered as she ran to the door, unlocked it, and swung it open. Instantly, Felicity found herself in Tony’s embrace. “I love you so much, Letty.”

“I love you, too.”

They parted from their hug, both clearing their face of tears and red eyes. As Tony sniffed, he grabbed a present bag from the hallway that he had brought with him. It was decorated with a bow holding the handles together. “If anyone asks, this isn’t from me,” he told her as he handed over the gift. It felt like things were suddenly official, that this was the last thing they would do for each other. “So… since I technically don’t know about this, don’t open it while I’m here, okay?” Felicity nodded, unable to smile in thanks for the gift. “Ah, stop it. That’s enough crying, alright?” Tony kissed the top of Felicity’s head before walking out of the room and turning the corner down a different corridor.

Felicity watched him leave before closing her door again and opening the gift. After untying the bow and pulling out the tissue paper, Felicity saw a large box hidden inside. Felicity removed the box carefully before sitting on bed while opening it. Inside the box was a red suit with a golden secondary color. On the chest plate was a golden A for Avengers, but when Felicity picked up the suit to inspect it, the emblem disappeared until she set it back down.

Under the suit was a letter addressed to her. Felicity picked it up gingerly before opening the letter. “Dear Letty, I made this for you a long time ago, after New York when I was spending night and day working on my suits. I was hoping that you would wear it as Selestra, but fashioning Iron Man’s famous colors. However, you wanted to be different. You insisted on a purple suit, so I made one for you. Ross told you that you can no longer have your Selestra suit, but I hope you take this and become someone greater than before, someone who is really you, untouched by the Avengers. I also hope that it reminds you of me. Since you are no longer officially an Avenger, I can’t put the emblem on it for public viewing, but it’s there when you need a reminder of home. I love you, Letty.”

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