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Joel Miller Recs

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She’s a Gun @cowgurrrl

Somebody didn’t give the new guy a heads up about talking about Joel Miller’s family

Big Fan Big Fan II @atinylittlepain

Joel is smitten. But he's having a hard time figuring out when she's being real and when she's just acting.

Feeling You @peterparkersnose

Y/N confesses something to Joel she shouldn’t have when she saw him awake for the first time in weeks after his accident

Unexpected Expecting @atinylittlepain

Joel Miller x pregnant!f!reader

From Love and Life @bubbles-for-all-of-us

you're heavily pregnant but your medical assistant is needed in a close by town.

We Bleed Together @bubbles-for-all-of-us

What if instead of loosing Sarah, Joel lost you - the mother of his two children and the person who had built him up to a better man.

If the door was open series @heartpascal

months of travelling with joel and ellie come crashing down on you, the fear is suffocating.

Something is rotten @heartpascal

arriving in jackson brings painful feelings, and even worse conversations.

All my faith @heartpascal

Joel finding a little girl after the outbreak (before Ellie),

to do the right thing @pedgeitopascal

When you find out that you’re pregnant, getting rid of it seems to be the only option you have but when it doesn't go as planned, you think of another solution.

oneshot @firsttimewriter92

Joel's time being taken up by another woman

Survive @alloftheimagines

Ellie stays back to keep an eye on Joel so reader gets kidnapped

pieces of our path @atinylittlepain

Joel request please!Reader collects keychains from the different states/places she travels

i’m yours baby @youlightmeupfinn

you can't help but feel inferior when two women throw themselves at joel upon you moving to jackson.

I never stopped loving you I never stopped loving you II @musings-of-a-rose

The disciple @floralsandthesauce

y/n and Ellie have been taken by David and his loyal company.

Man I hate Golf @j0elmill3r

Oneshot @forever-rogue

reader gets hurt protecting Ellie

Needle and thread @uhlunaro

You picked on someone twice your size, and Joel begrudgingly patches you up.

The cure @alloftheimaginess

reader swaps places with Ellie and reader is the one Joel rescues.

Your Bear Your Bear II @rrickgrrimes8

Joel Miller doesn’t just lose Sarah that night but his other daughter too

Oneshot @secondsistershelby

Healing You @astrid-sorensen

A long 12 years after Sarah’s death, Joel can’t seem to open up to you again. But you’re never gonna stop trying.

Code Red @softlyspector

Joel finds out that its the reader's turn to go on patrol. And he is not okay

Settled @softlyspector

Joel and Ellie are finally mostly settled in Jackson. Joel just wants to take care of you, but you find it hard to let some things go.

Too Late @alloftheimagines

in which joel makes the decision to stay in jackson out of fear,

Oneshot @forever-rogue

Joel teaching reader how to swim

Slice of Paradise @bubbles-for-all-of-us

Joel dream of having a farmhouse comes true.

Butterfly @bubbles-for-all-of-us

When Joel thinks that his life is over his little butterfly sends him a new reason to stay alive.

Darling Don’t You Cry @pagesfromthevoid

In an Instant @mishasminion360

Happy birthday, Joel Miller.

Clouded Judgement @bluebeary-jay

it was a long time since Joel had felt a maddening rage

Apothecary @atinylittlepain

joel becomes curious about the woman running the medicine shop

Secret Garden @hevstlouera

As you were well aware, your parents work was something you should never be involved in

White Lies @poeticbarnes

Joel would do anything for you. He does anything for you. And he makes sure you don't know a thing.

Old Soul @softlyspector

You're never quite sure of your place in Joel's life. Everyone else seems to know exactly what it is.

Don't Let Me Drown @alloftheimagines

in which the reader falls into the river of death, and it's joel's job to save you and find shelter.

No Time To Die @davosmymaster

With your life now hanging by a thread, Joel is determined to get you to safety, but the clock is ticking faster than he can run.

Don't Let Me Drown @alloftheimagines

in which the reader falls into the river of death, and it's joel's job to save you and find shelter

Old Soul @softlyspector

You're never quite sure of your place in Joel's life. Everyone else seems to know exactly what it is.

White Lies @poeticbarnes

Joel would do anything for you. He does anything for you. And he makes sure you don't know a thing.

Untitled @forever-rogue

Protective!Joel

A Long Time Coming @criminalamnesia

You go on patrol with Joel, unknowingly sealing your fate.

All Yours @punkshort

Tommy and Maria want to meet a group from another community to establish a trading relationship. One man comes onto you a little too strong, sparking a reaction from Joel.

Edge Of Darkness @hyzer34

After being placed in a tiny apartment for 5 months with a man who rarely talks. you both decide to leave the QZ.

Wattpad

Cowboy Like Me by JOELM1LLER

Till Death Do We Part by Bloodlvstflims

A husband and wife find themselves in a unique situation when a fungal virus infects the city surrounding them, where they're forced to make tough choices for the sake of living.

Ao3

Like Knives by Aerith123

Joel and Ellie come across an unlikely ally

Surrender by Ezrasbirdie

Weeks after the events in Kansas City, Joel and Ellie stumble across a woman lost in the Nebraska wilderness. With her knack for foraging and unending patience for Ellie's ceaseless questions, Daisy quickly becomes an asset on their journey.

Crack Shot by TomeOfTheForgotten

You must choose to leave behind the safety of Lincoln to bring Ellie to the terrorist group you swore you would never seek out again. It's been years since your last smuggling run, but you always were the best sniper the Fireflies ever had. With Joel at your side, you're ready for anything the open road could throw at you.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller fic #joel miller x daughter!reader #the last of us #tlou #joel miller #joel miller x oc

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year

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.⋆｡His Addiction｡⋆.

Kylo Ren x plus size reader

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The crash was destined to come but it shouldn't have been this bad

Chapter Warnings: dubcon turned slight noncon, smut, size kink, d/s dynamics, blood, rough sex, getting hurt during sex, anger, angst, fear, no safewords, this is a really intense chapter so please heed the warnings, no foreplay or preparation, needles, kidnapping

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It was lonely in those chambers she was confined to. The black and deep red decorations made her feel out of place dressed in a sheer white nighty, a silver collar hanging from her neck, reflecting the dim light of the stars they passed. The bedroom she was trapped in always seemed cold, especially with the thick metal chain keeping her tied to the bed, constantly touching the naked skin of her back and arms.

She had no doubt it was one of the more beautiful places on the ship but she still detested being alone here. It was always far too quiet and against her better judgement, she was craving her master’s presence. In her mind, he was so large that he took up most of the space, drowning out the darkness of isolation with the light of his haunting yellow eyes.

Sighing, she lay back against the bed and fished the holopad he had given her out from under her pillow. It was highly censored and monitored but she could read and watch small nature documentaries, so she didn’t complain. It had been days since she had last seen the sith, according to the stormtrooper who brought her meals every third day, something big was brewing. There were rumours that a Jedi had been captured by the First Order.

If that was true, then Kylo would be away for a lot longer than just a couple days and she would have to get used to being alone.

Just as she settled into yet another documentary about Hoth, the lights in the room went red as a siren blared. The ground rumbled beneath her and the stars shifted. Y/N grabbed at her chain and braced herself as the gravity around her shifted and she was thrown back against the headboard.

She winced as the cold chain pushed into her spine. It was a few seconds before her body adjusted and she was able to sit up properly again. It wasn’t right, this Star Destroyer shouldn’t be in hyperspace unless an attack had occurred.

Y/N slipped from the bed, getting a better angle on the window. The chain pulled tight as she stretched, waiting for the ship to stop. Soon enough, they did stop and dread filled her veins.

Debris floated past the window, huge chunks of it. Whatever had been destroyed had been much larger than any Star Destroyer she had ever seen and may well have been larger than the Death Star if the stories she had been told in her youth were true. There were bodies as well, stormtroopers and admirals alike, all being given to the vast expanse of space.

Her eyes squeezed shut and she turned away, unwilling to look at the carnage anymore. Alarms still blared overhead, signalling that they were still at battle stations, TIE fighters and Star Cruisers streak by but then suddenly, everything stops.

The alarms shut off but the lights remain a terrifying red. Y/N’s breathing began to pick up, something was wrong. Fear settled into her bones, causing her skin to erupt with goosebumps. Thundering footsteps came from just outside the door. She snapped her head forward, curling her body into itself, shrinking down into the sheets as if it would provide ample protection.

The doors slammed open, revealing Kylo. He had no mask on, his clothes were damp and most shockingly, a scar. It ran from the side of his neck all the way across his face, ending just beneath his eye. It was huge and red with infection, just barely being held together by a mesh-like bandage beneath his pale skin.

“On your hands and knees.” He barked but she didn’t move, still too shaken to comprehend what was happening. “Now!” She yelped as the room exploded with power and turned over onto her front. Her arms shook as she braced herself against the silk sheets.

There was no preparation, no warning, only the lifting her dress over her back and his gloved hands clamping down on her hips and then he was inside of her. Pain radiated through her body. He felt far too big like this, like his cock was ripping her in half. Kylo grunted and began to move. His thrusts quickly became violent, the air around them heating with his rage.

Y/N buried her face in the pillow, muffling her sobs as best she could, even sneaking a hand between her legs to her small bundle of nerves to lessen the blow. Instead she received a growl from the sith as one hand grabbed the back of her neck and pinned her to the bed. “Fucking rebel! Ruined everything!” His hips slammed harshly into her ass. He had no steady rhythm, he was not searching for a release, he was just fucking out his frustration.

“I will find her.” He snarled and for some reason, the thought that he was using her as a punching bag in place of another woman, that caused Y/N to snap.

“Stop!” She cried, thrashing as hard as she could below him but it did nothing more than make him even angrier.

“Stop disobeying me!” There was a whoosh of air and then all she could feel was pain. The scream she let out immediately pulled him from the haze of rage that had settled over his mind. He flinched as he finally saw what he had done.

There was blood everywhere, rolling from several large gashes across her back, staining her untainted skin. He could hear her crying and see where she had ripped the sheets with her fingernails, how bruised he had left her. But most of all, he could feel the betrayal and the sadness rolling off of her in huge waves. He had done this, he had hurt her because he was so blinded by his own failures, he had used the force to hurt her.

Kylo said nothing as he pulled out of her and turned away, unwilling to see the consequences of his actions. Her sobs rang in his ears as he ran.

Y/N lay alone, her tears long-since dried but the pain was still just as raw as it was hours ago. This, this was what she should have expected. Kylo Ren was still just a man, a man who had bought her so she could be his toy. That’s what hurt most, not the slashes across her back but the fact that she had so easily fallen into the delusion that he had actually cared for her.

She felt like a stupid child.

She watched as debris floated by, slowly lessening as the hours wore on. She could not even gather the strength to pull her dress back down over her naked body, nor move from the now rough sheets. She just watched as the universe passed her by.

Darkness was beginning to grow at the edge of her vision when voices floated through the empty halls. She attempted to sit up but her back screamed when she moved even slightly so she just turned her head to watch the doors, half-expecting and half-dreading that it would be her master who opened them.

But instead she was treated with a small group of people, not dressed like anyone in the First Order. “That’s her.” One whispered to another before a shorter one in the group retorted- “We need to move now, before he comes back.”

Her eyes went wide with panic as two of them moved forward towards her. She tried to lift herself from the bed to run but her injuries were too great and she remained paralysed, only able to watch as they came closer. “If you kill me, he’ll hunt you down.” She hissed, desperately trying to believe her own lie.

“That’s what we’re counting on.” One of them spoke and before she could scream, a needle was jammed into her neck and unconsciousness consumed her.

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traintrainingmontage · 2 months

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Crackship writing exercise from the discord today. An Edward & Diesel 10 (or pre-slash Edward/Diesel 10) fic for @ikoarts and @shikariiin !!

When Diesel 10 first arrived on the railway, the experience was about what he'd expected. The whispers had begun following him like gnats, buzzing about Pinchy, his size, his paintwork, and, of course, his resting bitch face. The steam engines especially looked at him like he was some particularly disgusting bug that had crawled onto their line, their gazes judgemental even as their fear prevented them from being loud about it.

Diesel 10 had expected a warmer reception from the diesels, but oddly enough, they appeared to be a mixed bag. Some of them seemed friendly, but several of them seemed to genuinely fear his presence. Others simply avoided him, as if not wanting to associate. It was something of a lonely first day, to be sure, but Diesel 10 didn't care. He wasn't here to make friends. He never had been. He was here to do jobs nobody else could do, and if they didn't want to be around him, so be--

His train of thought was derailed by a friendly "peep peep" coming in his direction--the whistle of a steam engine. Surprised, Diesel 10 looked up to see what looked like an honest-to-awfulness K2 making their way towards him, a smile on their face.

"What do you want?" Diesel 10 growled, brandishing Pinchy threateningly. He didn't believe in the kindness of that smile for a second; if this engine was here to pick a fight, that was fine by him. Maybe it would help him get rid of some stress.

"Hello!" the other engine greeted warmly, once again catching Diesel 10 completely by surprise. "That's a rather remarkable claw you have there. My name is Edward, and I'm here to formally welcome you to Sodor. Might I know your name?"

Diesel 10 blinked, utterly at a loss. This way-outdated steam engine didn't seem intimidated by Pinchy; if anything, he looked rather impressed. And his expression didn't hold any of the judgement that the others had, diesel or otherwise--as far as Diesel 10 could tell, he was just trying to give a genuine greeting. The diesel was so dumbfounded by this whole exchange that instead of a retort like "piss off" or anything else he'd felt like saying to all those judgey steam engines, he instead found himself replying with: "Uh, the name's Diesel 10. And my claw here is Pinchy."

"Diesel 10 and Pinchy, is it?" There was a beat of silence, and the diesel wanted to brace himself for the inevitable teasing, but there was none to be had. Edward's grin seemed to shine even brighter, somehow. "Wonderful! Thank you very much. Oh, and I'm so sorry for the way that the others treated you on your way in. I'll have a talk with them later. But for now, please accept my sincere apologies."

At this point, Diesel 10's estimation of reality felt like it had been tilted sideways. A steamie? Actually apologizing to him? And not just in a lip-service kind of way either; the diesel could tell that Edward was being quite genuine. Once again, having lost all of his bluster, he managed to stammer out: "Oh, uh, it's fine. I'm used to this kind of thing."

Edward's expression suddenly turned stern. How strange it was to see another get angry on his behalf instead of at him. "Well, you shouldn't have to put up with it here on Sodor. Please let me know if anyone's bothering you."

Then, just as quickly as his ire had clouded his face, it vanished, leaving behind only that sunny smile. "I'll come visit you again soon, Diesel 10. You seem like a good sort, and I look forward to working with you!" With that, Edward pulled away, giving another "peep peep!" of his whistle in farewell as he left. Diesel 10 couldn't help but let out an answering honk of his horn.

Only once the steam engine was out of sight did Diesel 10 feel like he could finally think straight. Over and over again, his conversation with Edward seemed to loop around in his head, always lingering on that gorgeous smile.

"Oh, Pinchy," the towering diesel whispered. "Now I'm really not sure what to do."

#ttte #te writes trains #ttte edward #ttte diesel 10 #ttte shipping #ttte Ed10

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call-me-a-simp · 1 year

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Heal My Wounds

Will you..? (part 25)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship, selfharm, eating disorder

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

Your drinks arrive and you just can't wait any longer. "Rhea please, you know how unpatient I am" you whine.

"Ah ah, not so fast sweetheart" she teases you even more. "After we've eaten okay?" "Fine.." you grumble.

You're kinda mad because you don't like waiting but you still smile at her. God I love her so much. How can somebody be this perfect?!

"Hey love, wanna share this? It seems like they're serving pretty big portions here" Rhea says. "Yeah of course" you smile. "What about you guys?" you add.

"I think I'll go for number 56" Dominik answers "and I'll take.. This! Whatever it is but it sounds interesting" Finn states. Damian chuckles and waves for a waiter to come over.

You all order and then talk a little until your food arrives. "Yep, you were totally right with big portions" you mock Rhea, cause they were actually pretty normal sized and you needed to order another one so you both could get fed.

"Mh, this actually tastes really good. Anyone know what it is?" Finn asks you all. "Let me try" Dom says excitedly. "sure here, take this" Finn answers and you all laugh as Dom does his little happy claps.

You continue your dinner and chat and laugh throughout the entire time. That is, until Dom decides he can't hold back any longer.

"Rheaaa, when are you finally going to do iiit" he whispers to her, except the whole table could hear it. "Dom Dom!" she scolds him and shoots you a kinda angry and also apologetic look as you chuckle.

"Sorry.." Dominik mutters, although he doesn't give up just yet. "But-" "No!" Damian and Finn say simultaneously. Rhea laughs at Dom who pouts now.

"You know, I'm kinda on Dom's side, I think we waited long enough" you look at Rhea with a warm smile. "I know I- I'm just not quite ready yet.." she says and blushes slightly.

You chuckle a little "it's okay, take your time. Wanna get some dessert?" "Oh oh, yes, I want ice cream!" "Dom stop acting like a little child!" Damian laughs.

You wave a waiter over and order an ice cream for Dominik and a "family surprise" for the rest of you. "I wonder what they'll bring us. I hope it's got something to do with chocolate" Finn says.

Rhea leans over to you and whispers "can you let me out real quick? I need to go to the restroom" "yeah sure, is everything alright?" "ye, ye don't worry" she smiles reassuringly.

You get up and take a step away to make room for your girlfriend to get out of the corner. You sit back down without noticing that Rhea isn't even walking in the direction of the actual bathrooms.

You look around a bit as the boys were chatting about whether you were supposed to eat Nutella with or without butter.

You spot a camera team outside the window. Probably because the whole Judgement Day was there and they finally got to see you and Rhea together somewhere else than on the parking lot from the arena.

The restaurant also got pretty full. Lots of people were there, chatting and eating and glancing over at you every now and then.

"Hey guys" you try to get the boys attention "why is this man standing there with a mic?" "I don't know, let's see" Damian smirks. It's a little awkward but you still have no idea.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if I could please get your attention" the man with the microphone says. "I'm the owner of this place and today is a very special day!"

You see the camera team walking in, trying to get the best shots and catching everything that's being said.

"Please turn your attention to Demi Bennett, better known as Rhea Ripley!" the restaurant owner says and Rhea steps out from behind the corner. "Thank you" she leans over to the man and speaks in his mic.

She walks over to you and you just look at her confused. She smiles from ear to ear and gets down on one knee. "Y/n L/n. I've only known you for about three to four months, although you knew me for a lot longer." she says.

Slowly but surely you knew where this was going and why all the people and the media were here.

"I know, your past experiences with relationships were quite.. Njeah let's say difficult. But I want to change that and I think we've already made a great start. I can't imagine my life anymore without you in it, so.. Y/n, will you marry me?" she asks and pulls out a beautiful, really expensive looking wedding ring.

You're too overwhelmed to think" I- yes! Yes of course I wanna marry you!" you shout and jump up to hug her. Rhea laughes and let's out a sigh of relief. Everyone's applauding and congratulating you.

You both smile at each other and kiss, resulting in even more applause and cheers from the croud." I love you so much, I can't even find the right words to describe it" you smile at your now fiancee. "I love you too, more than anything in the world!" she answers and pulls you in for another kiss.

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Part 25 and finally you get the surprise you've all been waiting for, hope you enjoyed it ;)

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yorshie · 10 months

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*chin hands at you* You. Me. Warm candlelight. A plate full of spaghetti between us. What's that? The spaghetti is actually an infodump about Raph's Philly Shell Stance? Ohohoho. Yes please. I will have seconds. We will share a string of spaghetti, by which I mean you will infodump at me and I will stare adoringly at you while your little raccoon hands throw spaghetti all over my house. The spaghetti is still Raph's Philly Shell Stance.

-justalotoffanfic

[inhales sharply] I wrote half of it as a reblog to the ask I sent last night then I got distracted reading hold on I’ll go get it. @justalotoffanfiction tagging you so you’ll know I answered

*the sounds of a raccoon pile driving through a trash bin, utter chaos*

Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok.

Raph’s got all that protective gear on his left arm in the second movie. Makes sense he’s probably right handed and when he’s fighting the left is likely the arm that he leads with.

Now we obviously can’t draw any conclusions in the first movie, because the turtle is running around with no pants on and his fighting style consists of “throwing himself shell first” though! They do lay the groundwork for him fighting defensively (shell first) and we see that alongside Donnie he can clearly come up with plans because it was his idea to take out Karai or “little miss sunshine”. Now. In the second movie. The only fight scene we see is him getting bodily picked up (btw Leo walks directly into a close line but that’s anger for another day) though he is punching Rocksteady With His Right Hand. I don’t. Um. Count Kraang fight. Let’s just say I haven’t seen past the plane scene in A While.

Now. Thinking about his weapon, the Sai. Sais? Fandom has me confused on plural on that one but it’s all ok, but anyway the Sai are a defensive weapon, and there’s that post thats been going around explaining how Splinter gave the turtles weapons that balance out their personalities, ie giving Raph the defensive weapon to teach him to control his snap judgements of stab first ask questions later (was it worded like that? No. Can I remember however? Also no.) and it’s kinda poetic that he has a weapon specifically designed to take out swords 👀. Anyway

The Philly Shell Stance. Obviously it has Shell in the name which is just. Hilarious. But! It’s a defensive stance. I’ll link a video explaining the different famous boxing stances, but the only other truly “defensive” stance is the Peekaboo, and it’s only really helpful if you’re tiny going up against someone Raph Sized.

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Now the reason I think Raph uses the Philly Shell Stance, is because he has all that “armor” on his lead arm. I think he just lets the hits roll off his shoulder and bobs out of the way, keeping his hand across his stomach also gives him a pretty large range of vision to respond to threats, and if someone’s going to run at him he’s got that arm low to create some space. It’s a stance you gotta be in the moment for, and you gotta be able to think quickly, which I think Raphie boy can do despite being the “hot head” of the group. I’ll link another fight, Probably a Floyd Mayweather video, that shows a Philly Shell in action. I really wish the fight scenes in the second movie had been less cartoony, cuz theirs so much cool stuff that could happen.

^ just a Philly shell stance only video in case you don’t wanna watch ten whole minutes lol

^ really good video on Manny Pacquiao (who I always root for) and Floyd Mayweather Jr. you can see Mayweather is using Philly Shell, that’s his style, but you can see the vicious return jabs he’s able to give whenever his opponent goes for a swing and he’s just able to roll the hit off his shoulder and immediately respond. Now.

Imagine that’s Raph. And Imagine 6’5” (film height) just returning that kind of jab when he’s fighting.

Thank you for coming to my Turtle Talk!

#ask away!#spaghetti everywhere #I am so sorry to people that don’t watch boxing #boxing #fighting #blood

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abbysbasement · 1 year

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LIFE WITH TINY/CHIBI ABBY

was thinking about that Abby sackboy from yesterday, and felt like having a little Abby of my own was a life need. insp a little bit by those early 2010s fanfiction of ‘owner manuals’ for chibi characters! enjoy your own adorable tiny abby. sfw/fluff

🥺 I truly cannot decide if she’s plushie sized or super tiny, hamster-sized BUT SHES LITTLE.

- at first glance, the idea of having your own tiny abby feels like having a house pet, right? but in reality, she’s a very intelligent, sensitive little creature, and it’s a job in its own keeping her happy, healthy, and alive.

- a bit of a crybaby, and if she feels rejected, will go off into a corner and sulk. will not talk to you about it. if you ask her if she’s crying, no, she never cries! (with tears pooling, obviously.)

- please don’t lift the poor thing up by her braid, it gets her dizzy and upsets her. hold her gently in two palms, or scooped into one of your arms! abby will typically nestle up into any loose clothing you have, and it isn’t uncommon to feel a strange heaviness on the back of your neck and find her sleeping in your hood!

- hyperactive and easy for her to disappear on you, only to find her tearing up your towel rack, or spinning around while riding a Roomba. Try setting up an endurance course for her to do if you enjoy peace and quiet, because she can and will turn your house inside out if you let her.

- abby’s favourite passtime is reading and loves to curl up on your chest while you read a book to her, especially if she gets to pick out the book. she loves fantasy books, not so much nonfiction, and if a book is too scary, it’ll give her bad nightmares. it’s common that if your tiny abby won’t fall asleep, the best practice is to read to her until she dozes off. sometimes, this might backfire, and you’ll end up being asked for ‘one more chapter’ until the night ends.

- refuses to sleep in or let you sleep in. rises early in the morning way before the rooster crows, and will nudge your head over and over until you wake up. if that doesn’t work, be prepared to get jumped on until you’re ready for your day, she needs to pick off your breakfast, remember?

- a heavy eater, and even if you make her her own meals, she’ll usually end up picking off of yours anyways. truly eats much more than you’d imagine such a compact frame to hold, and if you let her, will eat eggs until she gets sick. loves treats, and will sit quietly if you leave her sitting next to a plate of strawberries or sweet apple slices. if she ever gets a hold of caffeine, good luck.

- practically has no concept of danger; everything is a fun adventure to her no matter how much you try to keep her out of harms way. you might have to baby proof your entire house, because no matter how many times you tell her not to do something, a tiny abby is a miniature juggernaut, and a little shit who will get into anything any everything. known to become uneasy and disoriented at extreme heights, so it’s best to keep valuables on a high table or shelf.

- as an extension to her occasionally self-serving nature, tiny abby is prone to attitudes and throws a fit when she’s told no. you’d have her sitting on your desk while surfing the web or working, and she’d get so frustrated after being told that you weren’t ready to log off that she’d try to somehow find her way down herself. Next thing you know, against both of your better judgements, she’s swan diving off of your desk, leaving you to catch her moments before she collided with the hard floor. Somehow this causes you to dote and baby her more, so mission failed successfully?

- even though she’s comparatively so small, abby is bigger and stronger than most where she’s from, so she has a strong urge to be useful, even when she’s completely out of her little depth. will pick up and put down random items to show off to you, and will get disheartened if you don’t look and cheer EVERY time. yes, even if she’s picked up your wallet 6 times today. typically, this takes the form of helping you out with all of your chores in any way she can: holding out your ingredients for you when you cook, or adding the detergent pods to the wash when you do laundry (even though she accidentally fell in once while putting them, oops!) when she’s mad though? expect her to take out her frustration by throwing all of your shit on the floor, pushing your cup of tea off of your desk like a cat, or hiding all of your stuff in spots only she can get to. unfortunately, she’s too cute to be mad at for long, even when she feels all too satisfied with her mischief.

- definitely uses it to her advantage. needs attention, and will have a fit if she isn’t constantly by your side, or if you leave the house for too long, as she gets really lonely. fortunately, there are always new friends for your tiny Abby to make, and she places well with a Tiny Manny or Tiny Lev and Yara. if you value your mental health, personal belongings and inner peace, do NOT place her with a Tiny Ellie, as they are not compatible and *will* raise hell and cause catastrophe.

- is very enamored by the concept of glass, and got knocked out for a couple of minutes by running full speed into a door once. put her in front of a mirror, and she’ll be entertained for hours wondering how you got two of her, how there’s even more than one of her to begin with.

- it’s recommended to sleep abby in her own area, such as a little bed, or a pillow with a tiny sheet or blanket, but sometimes, if she truly trusts and love you, your tiny abby will come and sleep with you on her own accord. just be careful not to roll over her!

#tiki writes #abby Anderson blurb #abby anderson fluff #abby Anderson au #abby tlou

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xaharadesert · 2 years

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Big Male MC - Headcanon

Arcana Characters (Portia, Nadia) x MC

A/N: this one is for an anonymous requester! I’m fairly certain the request is about their OC, since it’s fairly specific, so I’ll do my best! Basically, the MC is even bigger than Muriel, and very muscular (but kinda chubby, like a deadlifter), and also has a fluffy beard and hair :) please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes :) requests are open!

🧡Portia🧡

Pick her up

Immediately

It’s literally the first thing she asks when she meets you

She sees how tall and buff you are, and she just needs to know what it’s like

And jokes on you; once you pick her up, that’s it, she’s never letting you go

It starts as a casual friendship, as you both have similar stations in life, but Portia really doesn’t try to hide the fact that she’s interested in you as more than a friend

She makes plenty of jokes about how you could absolutely destroy your enemies, but in all honesty, she’s much more likely to get in a fight (and she can definitely hold her own)

Really, she uses you as an intimidation tactic, which basically means you just have to stand menacingly behind her

Sometimes she talks about robbing people using your combined skills, and you can never really be sure whether or not she’s joking

She takes every opportunity to throw herself at you to see if you’ll catch her

It’s okay if you don’t, because she just latches on like a koala anyway

All in all, your relationship is more fun than anything else— you two may be in a romantic relationship, but your dynamic will always be the same as one would see between two best friends

💜Nadia💜

Nadia has never been one to objectify people based on their appearance— she treats everyone like a person, regardless of what they may look like

But internally, the first time she sees you, her metaphorical jaw drops

She’s never seen someone so huge

Of course, she shakes it off quickly; she’s already decided she wants to get to know you, and the first step is always to strike up a conversation

She makes an effort to spend time with you, whether it be through inviting you to formal activities, or just wandering around the grounds

The relationship is refreshing; you’re given a chance to talk as much as you’d like without judgement, and Nadia has the opportunity to allow herself to relax

Something about your size is calming to her; she’s usually the one in charge (and she still is— she has a very dominant personality, and she won’t apologize for that), but she feels like she doesn’t have to actively assert herself as much around you

Also, if you occasionally carry her, she won’t complain

You two become each other’s rock, and there’s no doubt you’ll always be there for each other

You both present new opportunities, as well as new perspectives (although never the perspective of a short person hehe)

#the arcana #arcana #the arcana game #the arcana headcanon #the arcana hc #Nadia satrinava #Nadia headcanon #Nadia arcana #Nadia x mc #male mc #Portia devorak #Portia headcanon #Portia arcana #Portia x mc #Nadia hc #Portia hc

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howdoyoudothedew · 7 months

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Rated: G

Pairing: pre-slash James/Peter

Word Count: ~700

A/N: AU where they meet differently and also Tink (and all fairies) is a cat

"Oh. You have a cat." James looks down nervously at the blonde tabby currently rubbing herself against Peter’s legs and purring. Peter smiles, picking her up.

"Yeah! Are you allergic?" He asks, tilting his head at the older man.

"No." James shifts, staring at Tinkerbell like she might launch herself at him. Honestly, she might. Tink's always had a bit of a temper, above any other cat Peter’s met. "They just... don't tend to like me."

"That's okay. She won't hurt you." Peter smiles sunnily, and it's against his better judgement, but James trusts the smile enough to inch closer. Peter's smile widens and he lifts the cat closer to him. "Her name's Tinkerbell."

"Hello, Miss Tin-" James cuts off, the cat reaching out with a hiss as Peter steps closer and clawing him across the cheek and nose. James backpedals in the shock of pain, hand going to the claw marks. The skin is wet under his fingers. To his annoyance, Peter laughs at his cat's actions, dropping her as the force of his humour bows him over, hands moving instead to clasp his knees in an attempt to keep his balance. Tinkerbell takes a swipe at his leg as she passes, thankfully failing to get past the material of his pants, her nose in the air as she walks further into the house with her tail swishing.

"You lied to me." James says.

"Maybe," Peter smiles up at him, grin toothy with laughter. James feels his own mouth twitch betrayingly upward.

"May I perhaps have a bandaid?" James asks, pulling out a handkerchief to dab at the blood.

"For something so small?" Peter’s smile plays at his attempt of a pout, eyelashes batting innocently.

"If you can spare one from your vast collection," James says. Peter rolls his eyes.

"They're in the bathroom, come on." Peter leads him further into the apartment and James takes a seat on the toilet when Peter directs him to. The boy pulls out what truly only can be considered a collection. It's a spiral bound folder, like one might use for displaying cds or stickers or even for scrapbooking. There are pages and pages of bandaids of all different sizes and designs within little pouches. Peter removes two bandages, one with gold coins on a red background and the other with a little tricorn hat with a skull and crossbones flag next to it. James snorts.

"Pirate ones?" James asks.

"Only the best for my favourite inspiration and cover artist," Peter says haughtily, messing with the sink and a rag, and James looks away to hide the pleased flush of his face at Peter's words. They're joking, anyway.

"I thought your brothers were your favourite inspiration," James says. He glances back at Peter just in time to see his nose scrunch up in thought.

"True," Peter says. He wrings out the cloth. "Guess you're just my favourite cover artist, then."

"I thought I was your only cover artist," James says, because apparently he can not keep his foot out of his mouth today.

"Maybe," Peter says mysteriously. James looks at him when Peter takes gentle hold of his chin to wipe at the cat scratch and for the life of him, James can't tell whether or not Peter truly has someone else making covers for his books. He hopes not. It'd make him awfully jealous.

"It's a shame," Peter says with a hum.

"What is?" James asks.

Peter turns his face this way and that, tilting it so the bathroom's fluorescents shine more fully on his skin. "I don't think it'll scar."

"A tragedy," James agrees seriously.

"Probably for the best, though. This way you'll only have the scar I gave you." Peter says, words nearly dark, as he puts the first bandaid on, the tricorn hat across the bridge of James' nose. James nearly touches the scar Peter gave him a year ago, stark across the expanse of his ribs. It'd been an accident, gotten while Peter was acting something out with a blade too sharp to be moving it like he'd been. But Peter held all the marks of a swordsman and James was too caught up in watching to say anything. The look on Peter's face when the doctor said it'd scar was proud.

"I guess it is for the best, then," James agrees, quieter. Peter slaps the second bandaid to his cheek. Literally. James hisses through his teeth at the sting.

#peter darling #james hook #peter pan #james harrington #peter darling austin chant #james x peter #panhook #i have no clue what to tag this as #tinkerbell #tinkerbell is a cat #cat scratches #alternate universe #link writes

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ninjadeathblade · 9 months

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Dizzy (A Hat In Time fanfic)

Summary: Time moves ever onwards. Emily continues to adjust to life on the surface.

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Word count: 4,315

Warnings: Violence, swearing, blood, injury, illness, threats, mentions of killing, mentions of death, mentions of gang violence

Author's notes: I'm back! This side story won't leave my brain alone! Anyway, the title is based off the song "Dizzy" by mxmtoon. Anyway, if you checked the tags then you'll see we have another canon character added to the party. But, you've seen the warnings, you know this isn't going to be a perfect story. Despite that, I hope you enjoy this next chapter.

Emily stretched and yawned as she woke up, Badge also gently stirring beside her.

Majesty had approved them staying with Scarlett for now, under the reasoning that “If they wanted their own place to stay then they can save up for it themselves”.

Scarlett’s mother - who was called Matilda - had been nothing but kind to the two cats.

And so, the months zipped by, slowly melting into a few years.

Occasionally Emily would be given a few requests and jobs from Majesty and would still report in every now and then.

She and Badge grew and changed, gaining more advanced speech as they spent more time on the surface.

Both cats were still required to wear some kind of red as a symbol of being members of the Fallen Angels.

Badge had grown quickly with proper sustenance. What was once a scrap of fur was now the size of most of the cats working in the gang.

They had also discovered pin badges, saving up pocket money to buy more for their growing collection which they wore on their red hoodie.

Emily was now just taller than Scarlett's mother. The cat's fur was longer by her head, usually held back in a small ponytail.

She'd grown accustomed to the red leather jacket she'd been gifted from Majesty, wearing it almost constantly.

But as she'd grown older, she'd also grown to understand how abismal the situation in the metro was. It had given her quick judgement of others and a sharp tongue.

That and it seemed that whenever Badge visited there with her, she'd always end up in a fight to defend them.

“Morning,” Badge yawned, slowly getting up from beside her.

Emily picked her jacket up, slinging it on. “I'm going out.”

“Matilda will worry if you leave without saying again.”

“That's why I told you. You can tell her.”

The white and grey cat looked down as a paw wrapped around her wrist.

Badge's green eyes narrowed. “Where are you going?”

“I'm going to find Claw.”

“I'm not the naive kitten I used to be! That lie doesn't work on me anymore!” Badge cried, tears welling in their eyes. “I know he isn't coming back!”

Emily sucked in a sharp breath and shook off their loosened grip. “Where I'm going shouldn't be your business.”

Badge sniffed and scrubbed at their face as she walked out their shared room.

Pawsteps followed her downstairs.

Emily stopped with one paw resting on the door handle. “Badge, please.” Such a hoarse whisper. “I just need to take a couple jobs so we aren't bothering Scarlett and Matilda anymore.”

Badge paused before their words came out in a rush. “No, please, don't. We can get proper jobs, don't get money from Majesty, please. Nothing good is going to come from that, please, Em, don't.”

“Wait here until Scarlett and Matilda get back from shopping,” Emily instructed, quickly grabbing the spare key for the house.

She opened the door, turned and closed it quickly and locked it.

Badge's shouting was muffled as Emily quickly made her way towards the tunnels that would lead her back underground to the metro.

The tunnels were filthy and disused, years old posters peeling from the brick walls.

Broken vacuums drove into the walls, others lay ripped open and salvaged for parts.

She continued forward until she arrived at the warehouse that Majesty was currently based in.

The tabby grinned as she walked into his office. “There's my favourite girl!”

Emily cautiously took a seat opposite him. “Hi boss.”

“Ah-ah, what’ve we said? It's fine using my name, remember?”

“Sorry Majesty.”

“That's better kid. Now, I'm pretty sure you're here for jobs?”

The tabby took out his phone, showing it off.

“Nice isn't it? I'll give you one of these if you can capture a Chosen Demon for me.”

Emily paused, mind taking a moment to process. “You want me to go to Demon territory?”

Majesty nodded. “Use the soot in storage to make yourself the right colour then put this on and ditch your jacket.”

He passed her a blue version of her original scarf.

“Does it matter what Demon?”

“Nope. So long as it's a Demon, you get a phone. Return them to me alive.”

The way he put emphasis on the alive part was worrying.

Whatever cat had tried this job before clearly didn't clue into that part.

Meaning they were now the same as whatever Demon they'd bought back.

“Yes sir.”

Emily stifled a sneeze for what felt like the sixth time in a minute.

The soot on her fur did a good job of hiding her usual colours but it also itched and tickled and clogged her lungs.

Not to mention how bare she felt without her jacket.

“I don't recognise you.”

Emily jumped and turned around, looking at the cat next to her.

The black cat had a blue scarf tied loosely around his neck, eyes sparkling with mischief as he smiled at her.

“You're an Angel, aren't you?” He said.

Emily's throat went dry.

“What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?” The Demon let out a snort of laughter at his own joke before smiling at her. “Don't worry, I won't tell.”

This was it.

A Demon.

Albeit one who was an idiot.

But if she could just knock him out.

“You know, if you want to hide your fur colour then you should use a thicker coat of soot,” he advised and Emily frantically scanned her body, letting out a quiet curse at the streak of white on her shin.

“Do you want anything?” She hissed, trying to walk away from him.

The Demon shrugged, jogging to catch up with her as she slunk along more alleyways.

“Well, it's not every day an angel drops by,” he teased.

Emily let out a low growl but went still and silent as a patrol of Demons walked past.

The Demon beside her rested his head on her shoulder. “So, what're you here for? We had an Angel kill a guard the other week, don't tell me you're here to continue that.”

“That's classified.”

“You know, I'm not sure what that gang did to you but it seems pretty different from what happened here.”

She whirled around, claws unsheathing and aiming for his face.

The Demon ducked, sweeping her legs.

She tumbled to the floor and he crouched beside her.

Her head span after connecting with the concrete, dots dancing through her vision as she tried to sit up.

He pressed a paw to her shoulder, forcing her back towards the floor. “Don't stand up right away, that sounded painful. You might have a concussion.”

“I have half a right to claw your throat out,” Emily growled, the words of their conversation sending stabs of pain through her head.

He hummed and pulled a face, moving his head from one side to the other. “I mean, maybe. I have been pretty annoying. Can you blame me though?”

“Yes,” she gritted out before darkness began swarming her vision.

Her head lolled and the Demon scooped her up, panic contorting his features. “Hey, no, don't fall asleep. That's bad. Very bad. I'll take you to my place and get you fixed up, okay?”

She barely replied before focusing on staying awake.

Emily blinked, rubbing her eyes and sitting up. Far too quickly it seemed, as pain lanced through her skull and she let out a hiss of pain.

The Demon from earlier was sitting on a chair at the foot of her bed, smiling softly at her as she looked at him. “Hi again.”

“Shut up.”

He made a mock-offended face before standing and walking away.

Emily let out a sigh, collapsing back onto the comfy sheets she'd been laying on.

Where was she? That Demon must have kidnapped her, it was the only explanation. If so, then Majesty would rain hell down on this place.

Wherever this place was.

A cat trotted over to her, short grey-blue fur shining in the low light from a lamp somewhere further in the room.

A royal blue shirt was buttoned up on the cat's body, held close around their middle with a grey belt.

“You must be Emily. I'm Radiance, it's very nice to meet you. Claw has told me all about you,” she greeted.

Emily snapped to attention, bolting back upright.

“Claw's alive?! He's here?!”

Tears forced their way into her eyes, leaking down the sides of her face.

Radiance reached out, using the corner of her sleeve to dab at the tears on Emily's face.

“Yes, he is. I believe you two are already acquainted. I'm afraid he's just left to get you something to eat,” Radiance replied, sitting down beside Emily on the bed.

She scooted nervously away from the notorious leader of the Chosen Demons.

But Radiance didn't seem anything like what Majesty had said.

“Don't move around too quickly, you might start losing blood again. My stitches will hold as long as you aren't too active while it heals.”

Emily watched Radiance intently, studying her.

The Demon didn't seem so bad.

But maybe this was a ploy, using sympathy to convert her to their cause.

“Why are you being nice to me?” She questioned.

Radiance frowned. “Has Majesty truly forsaken being caring towards others?” The grey-blue cat let out a long breath through her nose. “I'm being nice to you because you're injured. And because I know that whatever that idiot has done to get people to follow him must be atrocious if it leads to such low levels of trust and slaughtering our own soldiers when we show them kindness.”

Emily stayed silent, absorbing this information.

Had Badge been right all this time?

Has being in the Fallen Angels really been so detrimental?

Radiance's attention flicked to the doorway. “Well, Claw's back so I'll leave you two to catch up.”

Emily's heart stopped as she looked at the cat walking towards her.

Claw set down a bag that smelled strongly of fish and chips, refusing to meet her gaze.

He eventually nervously tugged at the scarf around his neck and looked up at her.

“Hi Emily. How's it going?”

She lunged forward, completely disregarding Radiance's advice as she knocked him to the floor.

“You pecking idiot!” She sobbed, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

Claw let out a small huff of amusement, arms wrapping around her to hold her in a tight hug. “As I said, I've been pretty annoying.”

“Yeah, you have.”

Claw rubbed gently circles into her back as she clung to him. “I'm sorry I didn't come find you. But I heard about the Angels and I was too afraid to.”

He pushed her away from him. “Emily, it's not safe there.”

“They don't matter anymore. Demons, Angels, I don't care. I finally have you back.”

Claw smiled and rested his forehead against hers, purring softly.

Emily hesitantly pulled away.

“What's wrong?”

“How long have I been here for?” She inquired.

“Maybe half the day? It's probably about evening now.”

Emily swore before giving him an imploring look. “Do you have a phone I can borrow?”

Claw reached into the bag, taking out a mobile and holding it out to her.

Emily practically snatched it from his paws, quickly punching in the number for Scarlett's house.

It didn't ring for long before someone picked it up.

“Who is it?”

“Badge, it's me.”

A series of loud curses sounded over the phone before Badge finally got a proper sentence out.

“Where are you?! Matilda is out with the police searching for you! Scarlett won't stop crying!”

Emily winced. “I found Claw.”

“Stop pecking lying to me all the time! If you're running away from home then just spit it out!” Badge snarled.

Emily took a deep breath. “Badge, I'd never run away from home, don't even suggest that. And I'm fine, I'll be home tomorrow. I'm just… staying over at a friend's house.”

“Okay, well, I'm calling nonsense on that,” Badge declared.

“How come you'll swear but you refuse to say bullshit?”

“Peck you, I can use what swears I want!”

“Anyway, I'm going. I'll be back tomorrow morning. Let the others know.”

“No, Em-”

“Please Badge. I promise. I've just got a concussion so I'm going to rest tonight and I'll be back by tomorrow.”

“Just a concussion?! Do you hear what you're saying?! I swear, you need to stop taking jobs for Majesty!”

“I'm going, Badge.”

“No, Em, don't.”

“I need a rest and some food Badge, not you yelling at me. I'm in safe hands, I promise.”

“Like the Angels are safe,” Badge muttered.

Emily let out an exasperated sigh. “I'm going, Badge.”

“Fine.”

“See you tomorrow.”

“Sure.”

Emily hung up and passed the phone back to Claw with a wince. “You heard all that, didn't you?”

“I'm just glad Badge is alright. I freaked out when me and Radiance couldn't find him.”

Emily collapsed back into his embrace, resting her head against his shoulder. “I’m so tired I could hibernate.”

“Well, can you manage some food first? Then you can get some sleep. I'll make sure no one disturbs you,” Claw responded.

Emily sighed. “Yeah, okay, that sounds nice.”

Emily stirred but nuzzled further into the pillow her head was resting on.

“C'mon sleepyhead, you promised Badge you'd go home this morning,” Claw said, prodding her in the side a few times before flicking her ear.

Empress let out a groan, rolling over and glaring at him. “But it's comfy here.”

“I hate to say but you should leave Demon territory. Don't overstay your welcome,” Radiance added, walking into the room. She took something out her pocket, placing it down beside Emily before also laying a purple jacket beside her.

Emily straightened, examining the items. “What are these?”

“Gifts. You're too good for the Angels. And while I don't entirely approve of you being here, I understand you'll want to see Claw again. Organise meetups on your own terms,” Radiance explained.

Emily slipped on the purple jacket and nervously picked up the phone.

“It's only got mine and Claw’s numbers, if that's what you're worried about. Mine is for emergencies only, remember that.”

Emily bowed. “Thank you ma'am.” Then she turned to Claw. “I'll message you once I'm home.”

Claw smiled. “We'll organise some time to meetup? Maybe see a movie? Get dinner some time?”

Emily pocketed the phone after one last look over of it.

“I'll see you around.”

“See you soon Emily.”

“You're back!” Scarlett sobbed, latching onto Emily when she stepped back through the door.

Emily patted her on the back. “Yeah, I was only gone a day. For most of which you were at school.”

“Oh peck you!”

“Language Scarlett,” Matilda reprimanded from the kitchen, gesturing for Emily to come talk to her.

The cat's ears flattened back against her head, tail curling around her leg.

“I'm sorry I made you worry ma'am,” she apologised.

Matilda sighed as she went about making lunch. “Leave a note next time.”

“I told Badge-”

“Leave a note,” Matilda repeated, tone sombre. “Badge said you had a concussion. Are you feeling better or do you want to rest today?”

“I'd quite like to rest,” Emily meekly said.

Matilda nodded. “I'll make sure the others leave you be. Go get some rest.”

Emily turned, heading out the room.

“And don't try to sneak out or you're grounded.”

“Wasn't planning to,” Emily called back over her shoulder.

Scarlett stood at the bottom of the stairs, frowning, wings crossed over her chest.

“Do you have a boyfriend? Is that why you keep going out?”

“Pfft, me? No, I'd never. Anyway, you seem thoroughly enamoured with that Conductor - or whatever his name was - you made friends with at theatre group last month.”

Scarlett’s feathers puffed up. “I don't like him! He's just my friend.”

“Mhm, sure,” Emily sceptically hummed, gently pushing her out the way. “Have fun with him for your movie night this evening.”

“Shut up Em!” Scarlett called as the cat walked up the stairs.

She flopped down onto her bunk, digging out the phone that Radiance had gifted her.

hey claw its emily do you want to come over later this week

The cat sighed and turned it back off, picking up the TV remote on the floor near her.

The TV flickered into life with an advert for visiting the Subcon Woods.

“Pssh, everyone knows that place is a death sentence, no one would ever go there,” Emily laughed to herself before looking at her phone as it buzzed.

You are adorable, I'll teach you how to text properly. I can come over tomorrow if you wanted.

She tapped out a response.

i will check with matilda but that should be okay heads up i have an annoying friend who will think youre my boyfriend

The TV switched to play Chicago, about halfway into the film.

Almost enough to distract her.

Lol, that's fine. Let me know if I can come over.

Emily scrambled to her feet, jogging halfway down the stairs before yelling at the closed kitchen door. “Can I have a friend over tomorrow?”

Matilda opened the door and stuck her head out. “Sure. I didn't realise you had other friends.”

“Boyfriend!” Badge and Scarlett chorused from somewhere else.

“He's not my boyfriend!” Emily growled towards the living room before looking back at Matilda. “He's an old friend. We reconnected recently.”

“Is he joining us for dinner?”

“Um, maybe?”

Matilda smiled. “I'll make extras just in case. Let your friend know I'm excited to meet him.

Emily went back upstairs, quickly sending Claw a final message before focusing on the musical playing on TV.

matilda says you can come over tomorrow and you can join us for dinner if you want

Emily bolted for the door as the doorbell rang, hoping to get there before Scarlett or Badge.

Unfortunately, Scarlett was already there, grinning up at her friend.

“Hi there! I'm Scarlett! You're Emily's boyfriend!”

Emily shoved a paw in Scarlett's face, pushing her aside as Claw stepped into the house.

He looked anxious, tail curled close to his legs as he stood next to her.

Emily smiled and greeted him before looking at Scarlett. “Go continue hanging out with your boyfriend.”

“Me and Con aren't dating!” Scarlett protested, running upstairs where the yellow owl was likely waiting.

Emily let her smile drop. “I love her but she doesn't know when to mind her own business sometimes.”

She led him further into the house, sticking her head into Matilda's art room where the owl was busy painting. “Um, Matilda, my friend is here.”

“I heard,” she laughed, turning around and waving to Claw. “Nice to meet you. I'm Matilda.”

“Er, Claw,” he replied.

“Make yourself comfortable. Emily, get him a drink and snack, the poor boy looks half-starved. And while you're at it, go take the three stooges something to eat.”

“Yes ma'am.”

Emily grabbed his wrist, taking him out to kitchen while she fixed some food.

She thrust a plate of crisps at him before picking up the bowl of sweet treats she'd also prepared and leading him upstairs.

She kicked open the door to Scarlett's room, passing Badge the bowl.

Scarlett was busy examining Conductor, who seemed embarrassed to be wearing a princess tiara and a sparkly pair of wings.

“Something's off, you just aren't fairy enough,” Scarlett criticised.

“I think I am,” Conductor replied, accent thick.

“Thanks for the food. Have fun,” Badge said to Emily.

She smirked at the scene of the room before taking Claw to her's and Badge's room.

“Yeah, this is where I live,” she said with a shrug, sitting down on her bunk.

Claw looked around, standing awkwardly until Emily patted the space beside her.

“Sorry I'm late. I've never been on the surface before and it's all so…” he trailed off.

She nodded, remembering how long it took her to adjust to the surface.

“Different to the metro,” she finished for him.

“Yeah,” Claw shakily laughed.

Emily let out a breath, resting her head on his shoulder. “I missed you.”

“It's been a day-”

“I meant before.”

Claw looped an arm around her torso, pulling her closer. “Yeah, that's fair. Me too.”

Matilda sat at one end of the table, Badge at the other. Conductor and Scarlett sat next to each other on one side.

Scarlett didn't keep a smug look off her face when Emily and Claw sat next to each other opposite her.

“Boyfriend,” Scarlett mouthed.

Emily cut her eyes to Conductor with a smirk before silently retorting. “Loverboy.”

Both of them looked at Matilda as the woman coughed viciously.

Scarlett reached out a tentative wing to pat her mother on the back.

“I'm fine,” Matilda wheezed, reaching for her glass of water and taking a long gulp. “Badge, would you mind fetching me some more water?”

Badge stood quickly, exiting to get to the kitchen. “Sure.”

After Matilda recovered she turned her attention to Claw. “Emily told me that you're old friends. When did you two meet?”

Both of them exchanged a look. “Err…”

“Well-”

“You see-”

“It's a, uh, real funny story-”

“Properly mad-”

“You don't have to tell me if it's that awkward,” Matilda chuckled, saying a quick ‘thank you’ to Badge as they passed her a fresh glass of water.

Emily zoned out for most of dinner, occasionally chipping in with a comment.

Claw checked his phone about halfway through, excusing himself as he had to get back to work.

Matilda accepted his excuses but curiosity sparked in Emily as she wondered what might be happening in the Metro.

Emily pulled Badge aside after dinner.

“What?”

“Well, you've met Claw again.”

Badge made a face and looked down at the floor.

“Badge. Badge look at me.”

Green orbs reluctantly raised back to meet her own golden ones.

“Badge, don't try to lie. Be honest. What did you think of him?

Badge frowned. “I don't even remember him much. I'm glad I have you as a big sister and I appreciate he probably looked after me before you did. But he wasn't the one who raised me…? Not properly anyway. I'm probably explaining this bad. I do remember him but I remember you more. And I am pissed you used to use him as a lie. But I'm glad you've got your friend back.”

Emily blinked. “So…?”

“Simply, I don't really care.”

“Oh, okay,” Emily said. “Can you cover for me tonight? I need to go report in.”

Badge sighed and rolled their eyes but conceded. “Fine. But you're covering for me when I leave the day after tomorrow.”

Emily caught the sleeve of their hoodie as they tried to walk away. “Hey, hold up, where the fuck are you going?”

“Road trip. I heard about this place with really cool badges that do all kinds of weird things.”

“Fine.” She stripped off her jacket, passing it to Badge.

“See you in the morning.”

“Night Badge.”

Emily spotted Rex as she entered the warehouse the Angels were currently based in.

He still sported the injury she’d given him when they were little, the tear in his ear making him stick out.

Rex shook his head slowly as she walked towards Majesty's office.

The tabby glowered at her as she sat down across from him.

He suddenly lunged forward, grabbing the scruff of fur on her chest, hissing in her face. “You slimy little two-timer!”

Emily let out a gasp of pain as his claws dug into her skin. “What?”

“Don't you fucking dare play innocent after botching a job and disappearing, you little shit!” Majesty roared. “You don't bring me a Demon, you don't even come back, and then three days later you show up acting like nothing's wrong!”

Emily shook in his grip as his brown eyes bored into her.

“Do you have any fucking idea what you've done?”

She swallowed shakily, meekly whispering. “I'm sorry, sir.”

The leader let out a snarl and released her, stalking around until he was standing in front of her.

Emily let out a gasp of pain as claws sank down into her left shoulder and ripped down across her body a bit.

Red blossomed on her white fur.

“You're one of my favourites. Be glad that's all that's happened after this. Don't disappoint me again or you know what will happen.”

Emily nodded, quickly clasping a paw over the wound as Majesty moved away.

“Now, I have a few galas coming up on the surface. You're going to join me. Understood?”

She nodded, teeth gritted together to stop the scream of pain clawing up her throat.

“Now go. Come back here at the end of the week.”

Matilda didn't press about what had happened when Emily got back.

She merely fetched bandages and pain killers, silently wrapping the cat's wounds.

It was an unspoken rule.

Emily wasn't to ask about Scarlett’s father.

And Matilda wasn't to ask about where Emily went.

Badge had let out a shriek and given Emily an earful once she got back to their room.

Their shouting had woken Scarlett who showed up bleary-eyed at their door, asking how Emily had hurt herself.

“Just a little accident while trying to do some more advanced choreography. Get back to sleep Scarlett.”

The owl had begrudgingly accepted her lie.

Badge stayed awake, holding her gently and sobbing.

Emily slowly patted the top of their head with her good arm.

It wasn't like she didn't want to be away from the Fallen Angels.

She dreamt of a day where that could be an option.

But that was not an option.

It never would be.

So she would grit her teeth and smile through the pain.

Majesty had been right.

Acting really was a useful skill.

#a hat in time #ahit #ahit au #ahit conductor #the conductor #ahit empress #ahit oc #oc claw #oc scarlett #oc matilda #my oc #my ocs #oc majesty #oc radiance

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nothums-from-tj · 1 year

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In honor of me coming out to my dad tomorrow uhhhhh here’s a playlist to send to a loved one you plan on coming out to (starts with information, then with advice and stories, and then good trans/non-binary representation in media) bc I’m gonna be sending this to him afterwards. Feel free to use this playlist and these resources for your own coming out if you’d like :] it’s a long list so uh scroll to the end for my final point

PFLAG (can help parents find support groups to try to cope bc this is a shift in relationship and it’s ok for them to grieve, or at least find other resources to help them to support you)

HRC Resources (this particular section debunks myths on transgender issues and popular arguments against trans people and transitioning and answering common questions about said issues)

Understanding Gender Identity (article with a long list of definitions, go through and tell them what to start with to understand you and the situation better; there’s a beginning part too, though I feel it’ll be too confusing to start them off there)

Transgender Brain and Gender Identity (article discussing some improvements in transgender research and providing hope for trans people’s future I’d think, it’s a little wordy and an excellent read methinks)

GC2B (for my AFAB friends, this is probably the highest quality chest binder you can get and wearing a thin top under or wearing it inside out should help with any sensory issues, also since it’s made by fellow trans mascs they know how to not hurt our bodies; transitional gear is an excellent way for a loved one to support you if they can afford it; DO NOT go a size too small, don’t even risk it, they don’t work the way bras do)

Transguy Supply (also for AFAB friends, this I mostly trust for packers and packing boxers, and again transitional gear is an excellent way to support you if it can be afforded; do your own research for packing so you and your loved one are on the same page or at least you’d be able to let them know)

Menstrual Boxers (last one for AFAB friends lol, specifically for y’all who menstruate; this is such a dysphoria reliever for me as it feels like men’s underwear and I don’t have to really worry about “protection” for a little while, they also have regular “girl” boxers that can help you find a middle ground of sorts with the person you’re coming out to for a bit, just to ease into it)

Bra Resource (now for my AMAB pals, unfortunately I’m not skilled here as I myself am a trans man so I want to do my best here anyway: here is an article written by a trans woman with her bra experience and has varying other articles that I’m hoping will help you and a loved one out to pick one out for you as, again, transitional gear is an amazing way to support you if they can afford this type of gesture)

Tomboy X (from compression tops to packing boxers to adaptable bras to gaffs, y’all are set to go with just about everything here they do their best to relieve everyone’s dysphoria—def look at the reviews for things for a better judgement)

TransTape (skin-safe “tape” that can be used for packing, binding, and tucking; I think binding with TT is safer than with a binder since it’s not actually compressing, don’t quote me on that though; READ THE INSTRUCTIONS before use, please don’t hurt yourself)

Reminder that while it’s not your responsibility to do all the education for them, it’s important to push them in the right direction, at least to give them reliable sources. Make sure to look at the sites, read the articles, and watch the videos either before your coming out or do this with them so you can pick and choose what you want to narrate in your own experiences. Stay cool and be safe! Feel free to reblog with other sources, tips, anything you want to add!

If it helps at all: they don’t need to fully understand, the goal is that they accept you

(Edit from the next day, 5/5/2023: everything’s good and fine and cool between us and I can only hope y’all have a similar experience <3)

#transgender #coming out #tj talks #playlists #trans resources #amab #afab #ftm #mft #transmasc #transfem #trans tag #trans ftm #trans mtf #trans

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idya-shroud · 11 months

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(Heads up, this is 100% meant to be a gag letter! It will reference a bunch of stuff from Dramatical Murders series that died in like 2015-ish, as idia bears a striking resemblance to the lead. I COULD annoy this, but I ain’t no coward lol 😆just pretend you didn’t read this little note in parenthese )

Dear Aoba Seragaki,

I’m writing to you again for my weekly assignment from the ASGFGWSF(anime support group for guys with similar features) for the first time since you moved as a thing to help you settle in and to remind you to chance your address on all your mailing information!

Now that the business is out of the way, something feels different about you lately, but I can’t put my finger on it. Did you get glasses or something? Im happy that you finally ditched that awful coat, but that’s not it either! It’s really bugging me!

Anyways, from our prior exchanges I know I can ask you this without receiving judgement; how do you remove a robot from your butt!? I’ve already gone through 1 industrial size bucket of lube, but I can’t get a grip on it with the pliers! I figured you’d be the guy to ask, and I REALLY don’t want to go to the ER for this again. Last time was so awkward! You think they’d never seen a person in a committed relationship with their lawnmower before!!

I also think I might have your dog?? He’s constantly judging me and scolding me for my poor life choices in a deep voice, he also made the metal detector go off at the YMCA and I had to spend the night in holding at the county jail. He won’t leave no matter what I do and I’m running out of ideas. Please, he stares into me with those blank eyes and judges me! I can’t take it any more!! I make FAR too many morally questionable decisions on a regular basis to be expected to keep watching your dog for you man! PLEASE pick him up soon!!

With much anticipation,

Mitsuki(the guy from that crappy Naruto spinoff that ALSO has gold eyes and blue hair😆)

Yikes, just...yikes.

R.I.P. to that lawnmower, it's probs going to be lost in there forever.

I don't remember ever having a dog, let alone one that could speak, not since I was omega young anyways.

I remember building one and it ended up terrorizing our entire living room, chewed and ruined a lot of cables before it eventually exploded. Oof my parents were not happy with me that day, it also didn't help that I used janky, sketchy at best, programming to make it act exactly like a dog. Y'know, since we never really owned any irl pets, I wasn't really sure how it would behave. Lessons were learned that day LOL.

Anyways, good luck with your, er, mission ig and sorry about your loss. You might've sent this to the wrong guy I think. Kinda wish I never read most of this but uh, yeah...

#lol #i #loved #every #bit #of #this #it #was #super #funny #made #my #day #twisted wonderland #twstrp #roleplay #idia shroud #twst #rp #idiashroud #twisted wonderland roleplay #twistedwonderland

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phoebe-delia · 2 years

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Hi Phoebe! For the Fanfic Writer Ask Game: #2, #21, and/or #63, if you please!

Hey!! Thanks for the ask, lovely!

2. talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

Oh my lord. My Wireless. "Just Between Us"

I had so (sosososososososooooo) many internal arguments over this fic, with myself and with Drarry. Because I had like 1000000 different ideas for it, and all Drarry wanted to do was get together, and I had to make them be angsty bc it's literally All Too Well, like, I couldn't make it all fluff?? Also I had a plan for this BIG elaborate plot involving Grindewald and Dumbledore's relationship, and all this chaos. Instead, Drarry wanted to slow dance and flirt and have Tension and Pining. So, I just said 'fuck it' and let them. *Sigh* maybe one day lol.

21. pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what you’d write about.

Omg there are so many I would be honored to collab with!! But the person who just came to mind is @basicallyahedgehog bc BABE WHEN ARE WE DOING THAT COLLAB THO??? BC WE HAVE THE IDEA WE JUST GOTTA WRITE IT???

I will not reveal our idea (except to Georgie bc I would not blame you if you forgot bc I forgot about it too until this ask lmao). But let's just say, it would be a really fun fic.

63. what’s the best insult you’ve read in a fic?

OOOHH! Okay wow there are so many, but the one that honestly stays in my mind is from one of my favorite fics of all time, Luckiest Fucking Size Queen Alive by the incomparable @l0vegl0wsinthedark.

This fic is so goddamn funny and sexy and fun. I love it so much. If for some reason you haven't read it, literally run don't walk. Or, honestly even if you have read it, read it again. You forgot how funny it is, probably.

Anyway, the line is "Oh, sue me, you judgemental, sanctimonious wretch. And go get a haircut."

Thank you so much again!

Send me a writer ask!

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vintagepresley · 1 year

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Don’t feel pressured to post this

It baffles me how people used to be and still get so angry about gay,bi,lesbian people. Like if a person loves someone who happens to be the same sex as them… so what? Im a Christian and it breaks my heart when I hear how gay people were told they would go to hell by ‘Christians’ and I quote Christian’s because Christian’s are supposed to be respectful and not spread hate. And racism, there are still so many racists that have so much hate in them, it’s disgusting and disturbing. I first learnt about slavery and racism when I was 11-12 in school and then I did some other research at home and I remember being so horrified and disgusted at slave owners that inflicted so much pain onto black people. Simply because of their skin colour, something that no one can control. It disgusts me how people could and can have so much hate to want to torture a group of people because of their skin colour. And so many non black people ignore the history of black people. I see non black people doing braids that are cultural to black people. Like I know black hair is stunning (and I adore black hairstyles. They’re so beautiful I love the dedication they all put into it) but people seem to ignore that is has a history. this is from what I’ve learnt. Please tell me if I’m missing something! -braids are a protective hairstyle for their type of hair. Black people naturally have curly hair and it comes in different textures and sizes. Black people and white people have different hair types. It will damage white people’s hair. - black slaves would not be given food, so they would hide it in their hair so they could survive. It also breaks my heart when I see black people wishing they were white, only because they’ve been made fun of for being black and have therefore become ashamed of it, or picked on for their ethinical features. One of my best friends was upset because she was made fun of. And I hate the people that make them feel that way. Black people are beautiful, their cultures are beautiful. Whenever I listen to black Artists, I cry a lot of the time because you can always feel the emotion in their voices. I love gospel music. And don’t even get me started on the food, black people make the most exquisite food.

And racists go about their day hating black people, whist using things that black people invented.

it also makes me laugh how (mostly) men were so angry about elvis when he started out. How tf was he vulgar. They’d have a heart attack if they saw what happens now lol.

WHEW.. This was a lot. So I’m going to answer it in sections, lol. But I agree with everything you’ve said.

I’m going to be completely transparent. I grew up Christian and to be honest the church was just never for me. That sort of religion and way of thinking. I’m a spiritual person but in others ways. Because being apart of the LGBT myself and someone who isn’t completely out. I’ve always just had a bad taste in my mouth when it comes to Christians. They preach one thing but behave another when someone is different from them. It’s not all of them. There are people like you who are open minded and who do accept people as they say God wants you to. But there’s a lot who aren’t that nice. Who are judgement or find the LGBT evil or say it’s a sin. (My mom is one of those people and that’s why I haven’t come out to her.) but then you have these annoying ass born again Christians who suddenly have so much hate to spew. One of my best friends (who I no longer consider my best friend) has become this way. She’s so judgement and so worried that the LGBT are influencing her kids because omg they have pride stuff at target. Like ain’t nobody worried about your damn kids. You should be protecting your kids from actual predators not the LGBT. Then we almost got into an argument because shes like “I can’t understand why the LGBT has to be so out like why can’t they just stay in the closet and do what they do instead of letting us all know.” And I’m like huh?????? So naturally I’m like okay why don’t you STRAIGHTS keep what you do in the closet so the rest of us don’t have to know. Like what kind of shit??? Sorry, I’m ranting. But that’s how I feel about that. Now I’m not against religion or anything, it’s just not for me. Because I can’t take the hypocrisy within the church. But I am friends with people who are religious but don’t have those hateful views which is great!

The racism is a whole other thing. But that’s just something that’s never gonna change. Racism is taught. People who are racist will continue to teach their children to be the same way and so on. It’s sad. Yeah, white people and the braids.. there was this girl on TikTok who had gotten box braids and she was white and many people told her not to do it because it will mess up her hair. Then she was going off on people just for her to take them out and have to cut half her hair off because the braids fucked them up. Like those protective styles are not for your hair and I wish they would stop trying to argue otherwise. It’s sad that people do make fun of black people for their hair and making people feel terrible and wishing they were a different race. When there’s nothing wrong with our hair. I’m sorry that happened to your friend.

I get that because when I was younger I wished I was too because my hair was so unmanageable and I hated that I couldn’t look like other people because my hair was just a different texture. But eventually you do grow to love your hair and see that there are so many things we can do with our hair. It just takes people time to realize that. I know it took me time to also realize that. Now I’ve got dreadlocks. (Which are taking forever to grow 😭)

But what also makes me upset is the hate within our community and how we treat each other. Because it’s not just white people or whoever that make fun of black people. Sometimes it’s your own damn people. I speak from experience. So, I’m lightskin but I’m fully black. But growing up of course I had other black people make comments on how I talk, the music I listen to and just my skin. Black people come in all sorts of colors. Doesn’t make us any less black. I don’t understand why if you do something that’s not “typically black” then “oh, you’re a white girl” or make comments about you wanting to be being white. Even how I talk and I notice this with other black people who’ve said people in our community make fun of how some may talk. I feel like there’s such a big stereotype that we are supposed to talk a certain way just because we’re black. Like no, depending on where you grew up I feel like you just adapt to talking that way. I don’t understand this “You talk white” because I speak clearly?? Why are we conforming to these stereotypes that black people just talk “ghetto” or “hood”. Like don’t let people make you think you’re only supposed to talk one way because society says so.

It just annoys me and I’m so glad to see other black people speak up about the fact that this happens so often in our community if a black person may talk differently, may listen to music that isn’t rap or r&b and how we get shamed for it or called white for it. Make it make sense??

Nothing ANNOYS ME MORE than when racists hate black people so much but the love the culture, the music, the slang, the hairstyles. But then can’t stand us, lol. PLEASE MAKE THAT MAKE SENSE.

Lmao yeah, the fact that men were so mad about Elvis but today is much worse. 😂

Anyway.. sorry this was crazy long and I kinda went on a rant that probably didn’t even hit all your points. This is just something that’s always bothered me between the LGBT and Christian’s and racism/hate in both in and out of the black community.

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