#THIS ACTUALLY MADE ME TEAR UP A BIT /POS

[definitelynotshouting]

heyo!

had a late night trying (and failing) to sleep thought

i found your blog about a year and a half ago and it did a number of things for me. its introduced me to tumblr (i got a tumblr account to show my appreciation) and this super fun community, and equally importantly, your writing! (made an ao3 account because of you too-) I've learned a world of colourful vernacular and your writing has seen me through identity crises about being aro/ace spec, possibly having undiagnosed mental illness, many changes in music taste, 5(ish) bouts of loneliness, 3 (or so) collapsed friend groups and more.

i cannot express how much you, your blog and your writing mean to me. you've told stories that push me to think about myself, my brain, how it works, what i want and why i want it. metacognition and that. at times it's been the comfort of a friend on a lonely day and at others made me face things i didn't really want to think about but knew i had to.

i've got a special little room in my heart just for you (i was born with a ventricular septal defect so you can live in the little tube they used to patch it)

good night just wanted to show my appreciation :)

-🍁

oh my gods???? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 LEAF ANON....... this is legitimately one of the sweetest msgs ive EVER received and im absolutely blown away by it hello..... i dont even know what to say aside from the fact that i am genuinely, DEEPLY, humbled and so so grateful that my writing and i have had such a strong impact on your life. I absolutely adore hearing from you, it ALWAYS puts a smile on my face to see you in my inbox, and knowing ive helped you in even just a small way-- let alone the absolutely enormous ways youve listed here??? oh my gosh???-- makes me so unspeakably happy i dont think i can properly articulate it

I always kinda wonder how much influence my writing has on other people. I think its pretty common to think about that, especially as a writer-- for me, the goal has always been to reach out and touch someone's life with my writing, and hopefully do something good for them. I think thats why im always so focused on these cores of emotional realism in my work-- i want people to see themselves and gain new insights when they read my writing. Im incredibly touched that ive been able to do that for you to such a significant degree 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 like genuinely this is what i live for, im so glad my work and my blog can keep you company when you're feeling a little lonely or when things are hard and worrying🫂🫂🫂❤️❤️❤️❤️

Thank you for sending this ask leaf anon 🥺🥺🥺🥺 this really made my night, ive had a pretty hard string of days recently and this has improved my mood IMMENSELY🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂 i hope i can continue to be of help and encourage you even more as time goes by!!!

[swagging-back-to]

WHEN I SAY I AM SOBBING ON THE FLOOR-----

you know who you are

[randomshyperson]

hiii😸

i wanna request wanda with hugs no. 31😻 ur fluff is so good i want to bash my head into the wall

/pos

hope u get free from ur writer's block!!😻

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

prompt: hugging while straddling the partner | words: 2066k | warnings: (+18), dark(ish)!wanda, smut, bottom!reader, dom!wanda mainly, implied variant death sorry, but happy ending for the main.

a/n-> this is the last one actually, i got my drafts confused if you saw more in the masterlist you didn't. i won't be posting anything for a while now just to write new series but I won't be gone for long I hope.

challenge masterlist | general masterlist

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Considering all the things that had happened until she reached this moment, Wanda expected there to be more noise.

Fighting. Or even pain.

Two years and six hundred and eighty-four universes and she had finally found you.

Not a fallen hero version, not an evil clone, not a dead wife.

Just you, available, alive and asleep.

The room was dimly lit by the rays of sunlight that passed through the half-open curtain. Her variant must have gotten up early to prepare breakfast, and Wanda took complete control before she could even open the door. She took in little of the room, mostly focused on your sleeping figure in the bed in the corner, peaceful and vulnerable.

Five universes ago a variant of you had tried to arrest her for crimes against the multiverse, so this calmness was quite the bonus.

She quickly inspected the most recent memories before the deepest ones. This Wanda didn't know she loved you like that, not yet. Young and naive, this variant was rewarded with an entire childhood and adolescence by your side. Friends since kindergarten, the deep intimacy between you was beautiful to watch. Easy to envy.

It was a sadistic joke that in all the universes, she was the only one having a miserable life.

Controlling her own irritation, Wanda pushed those memories away and sighed deeply. You moved, searching for her warmth in the mattress and she wondered if your variant was already sure of what she knew many universes ago. You were made for each other.

She watched you with some curiosity. She still wasn't sure how she would do it. She hardly had a clear plan. She took very deliberate actions now, which was probably why she always ended up with some wizard on the way, close to some interdimensional prison.

But as you woke up, Wanda felt around that reality. There was magic like most, but it wasn't as strong even in the body she occupied now. This Wanda was a beginner witch, with simple levitation or tarot tricks that she could use to make you laugh in admiration.

Your sleepy figure finally opened its eyes, felt the bed, turned your face, and faced her standing in the middle of the room. Wanda felt so small, not at all like the great Scarlet Witch. She was almost like a child, eager to please. To be liked. When you frowned at her, she wondered if you were already able to tell she was a fraud, an impostor.

But your expression softened, and you chucked hoarsely.

 "Were you watching me sleep? Creep."

Oh, you had no idea.

Wanda swallowed, forcing a chuckle. "I wasn't." She lies quickly, pushing away emotional nausea as your tousled-haired, sleepy-eyed figure brings back similar memories of a life she doesn't know how to get back. She clears her throat and looks away so you don't see the tears welling up in her eyes. "I was just going to get breakfast. Do you want anything?"

"Yeah." You chuckle relaxedly, patting the mattress as you rest your elbows on the bed, your back against the headboard. "Come back to bed. It's too damn early."

She sees it then, when the sheet loses in your body and she catches a glimpse of your neck full of purple marks. The most recent memories are indeed different from what she searched for before. Peeking again, it's a bit overwhelming to be invaded by the sensations of your kisses and groping all at once, a night of steamy making out in that bed, after a college party that ended long after the time you and the variant returned to this dorm. Wanda sighs, realizing that this body misses your touch just as much as she does. So addictive for every single one of her, no matter the universe.

But her silence brings a hesitation to your face, and you settle better in bed. 

"Hey, if this is about last night..." You begin, a little awkwardly with a nervous giggle. One of your hands pushes your hair back in a nervous gesture, and Wanda gasps softly. The tattoo on her forearm has very familiar symbols. She searched every corner of the multiverse and ended up with a punk covered in protective runes. This was Strange's work, of course. He was probably going to as many worlds as she was. Protecting variants before Wanda could reach them. Take them for herself. You, oblivious to the whole thing, kept talking. "It's okay if you regret it. We don't even have to talk about it if it's weird. I mean, if you want we can even go back to being just friends, I definitely don't want to lose-"

"You're not." She cuts you off, taking steps towards the bed. You fall silent in surprise, but Wanda forces a smile. "Where did you get that tattoo again?"

You frown at the sudden change of subject, stammering a little as you try to remember and then finally laugh, looking at her with some confusion. "It's just reindeer, remember? That strange woman made it for us at the beach last week. It should go away soon."

Wanda searched a little more and found the memory you mentioned. Beach, friends, witches she didn't know, that this variant didn't know how to perceive yet. A witch using the opportunity to draw protective spells on your skin as if she could read the danger in your future.

She took a deep breath and walked closer until she felt her shins hit your bed.

"Maybe you should take it off now."

You hum absently, looking at the tattoo. "Why? I liked it. You also said it was pretty. Maybe I could even make it permanent-"

"No!" She snaps back through gritted teeth, startling you a little. Forcing a smile then, Wanda considers the options. She probably can't mess with your memory right now, maybe she can keep you calm, until she finds an appropriate solution. "I just... I think your first tattoo should be something more meaningful, sweetheart. And not some cheap art from a charlatan, huh?"

You frown, before your chucle again, looking at her with confusion. "Wanda, are you high?" We got our first tattoos together in high school. Have you really forgotten that?" You look upset. Wanda hates this. Hates it with all her might. Out of everything she’s ever done, hurting you is probably the most painful and stupid thing she ever did.

She shakes her head, forcing a giggle. She bends her knees and crawls towards you, which immediately wipes the frown off your face.

Young people and their hormones.

“Oh, babe, I just got confused. I’m sorry.” She begins, and you swallow hard as she takes her place on your lap. Your hands hesitate on the mattress until Wanda grabs them and moves to her waist. “Don’t be upset.”

With your mouth dry, you try, “I’m not.” but it comes out so hoarse that Wanda wouldn’t have heard it if she hadn’t been so close. Her hands close behind your head, and you wait for her to make the first move like the good girl you’ve always been no matter what universe.

Wanda shouldn’t risk it, but she can’t resist. You seem so eager for her to do it too that she doesn’t have the heart not to. The kiss starts out innocent, tentative. She wants to know the extent of the protection runes, and eventually, she realizes that you were right about the ink coming off. Wanda manages to turn you into a mess of breathless whispers as she slides her tongue against yours, and once your arms are tightening around her waist, invading beneath her shirt, she can feel the runes melting in your skin, until finally, she feels no magic resistance. You are all hers to play with.

But like everything else she’s done, Wanda didn’t quite calculate what kissing you would do to her. The effect on her body is ridiculously incapacitating and distracting. She knows she should be muttering spells, but all that comes out of her mouth are affected gasps. Your hands move down, grabbing her ass and grinding her against your lap and Wanda forgets what she came here to do.

"I cannot believe..." You groan suddenly, between one kiss and another. "That we've gone so long without doing this." Wanda bites your lip, pulling and making you whimper, the sound sending a sharp throb through her belly. Your dilated pupils stare at her with such adoration that Wanda needs a moment.

She remembers those looks. She remembers everything. And it's only fair that you remember too.

Coming closer, she kisses you more fervently now. Enough to make you squirm on the mattress, trying to pull her down, increase the friction between your hips. But Wanda knows the passion will turn, so she controls the kiss, controls everything.

One of her hands wraps around your hair, and she's still kissing you, taking the air from your lungs as the first memories dance in flashes behind your eyes.

You frown in confusion, trying to pull away, but Wanda kisses you again, and again until you gasp in shock and her magic goes deeper into your mind, invading you without you even realizing it.

Wanda's free hand suddenly goes inside your pants and you gasp against her mouth, surprised by the touch before surrendering completely to her.

Wanda pants into your mouth, and red irises glare at you when you break the kiss with a moan. She's not gentle, her fingers pushing your panties aside and not bothering to collect much of the surrounding moisture before sinking inside, filling you up all at once. She twists her hand, pushing deeper and you whimper into her mouth. Oh, how Wanda missed feeling you like this, coming undone against her fingers. 

There’s a flash of memories again, of a team of heroes and a battle, but Wanda adjusts her hand and her palm presses against your clit, and you break into a moan and throw your head forward on her shoulder. She hums in satisfaction, the hand that’s not inside your pants moving past your hair, to your back in an attempt to calm you. 

The memories will get worse, you’ll remember everything eventually. 

Wanda knows that sooner or later you will- Your hand wraps around her throat suddenly. She’s startled, of course, but the sound sounds much more like a moan than a protest of pain. Your eyes glow the same scarlet as hers, and the once-innocent expression carries a maturity that only memories of a lifetime could give you. Your hips are still moving—hard and fast against her hand, but Wanda feels much less in charge. You squeeze her neck as you come, and she feels so ridiculously turned on that she can barely move her fingers, being used up in the final waves of your climax. Not a second later, your hand pushes hers away, and her body is pushed next. Pressed against the bed with you on top, instead of holding her neck, you hold both your hands above her head.

"I don't know what the fuck is going on, but this is a very welcome way to bring someone back to life."

She chuckles affectedly, with emotion, with lust. A little - a lot - of both. But in the end, emotion wins. The tears in her eyes are indeed from longing.

"It's so good to see you again, darling." She says hoarsely, her hands still clasped on top of her head.

You sigh, loosening your grip without letting go of her. "Wanda, how..." But she looks like she'll start crying, for real, if you have to explain. You sigh again in defeat and soften your gaze. "How about that coffee? And you explain everything to me calmly."

She nods, smiling tearfully. "You'll have to get off of me first." She jokes, but you look at her mouth and get a little closer to her face. 

"Yeah, in a minute. I don't know how long it's been, honey, but you've managed to get even more stunning." 

She laughs shyly. "Good to know you're still a flirt." 

"Only with my girl." That's what you say before closing the distance. Wanda doesn't need to think about anything or worry as long as she has this. No multiverse, no possible dead variants. She has you, and that's all that matters.

[thunder-opossum]

Wait, can I tell u something?

Okay so like you are one of my favorite mutuals and ur like a sister to me imo. I literally love ur art ya I adore it honestly. Every thing about it, its so cute and all ur art looks so fluffy and so very anatomically correct.

Even when ur not posting art its still cool. Like those silly photoshopped images. And some of the fish you've shown and also beep beep. You are an awesome and cool person, I love ur blog so much. Also you are really kind. How are you so nice to, like everyone? Some of the stuff you've said to me has actually made me cry/pos. gosh idk how to explain it but sometimes I take screenshots of comments or asks you've sent on my blog just so I can keep looking at them. Because it's all so kind and understanding. Your words hit me like a brick.

When I see a notification from your blog it instantly makes my day better. Art or not I'm like 'yippeee!!! Thunder posted! Yipee!!' You are one of the best blogs on here and i hope we are always mutuals forever and always.

Sorry if this is weird, just felt u should know. Also sorry if the spelling is bad, idk how to type (???)

Ough i think the only reason I'm not crying tears of happiness rn is I'm currently having an anxiety attack and I can only think aboyt how i am feeling my heart beating, but this is helping to ground me a bit :)

Churro- ur an honorary sibling now, I'm the oldest child in my family, so it is my duty to do found-family stuff! 🫡

I'm glad I can just make someone happy by being here. My brain has tied so much of my self-worth to what I make and it's nice to know that I am more than that, even if I can just think it for a moment.

Being unkind only brings regrets. I have spent enough of my life being unkind. And I try my darnedest to offer what I can. Even through my fumbles. It's important to me that I don't end up like I was before.

If my words hit you like a brick, then you're dropping a boulder right on top of me!/vpos thank you so much churro. I'm going to try and engrave this into my brain <3

I hope you know that I love and so dearly appreciate getting notifications from you. You are a very responsible individual and I value your thoughts and opinions highly. Your so kind for this, thanks again.

[hinamie]

do u have any tips for uhh idk art term....highlight and contour but for art? specifically w digital art? w pencil and paper it feels super intuitive but then when i switch to digital it looks all flat.............

(is it shading? idk what im doing tbsh)

(also hope ur doing well i feel like im crawling into ur asks every two days or smth looking for art tips sorry T_T)

(yuuji comic made me cry so hard btw)

hi rin!!!!!!! that wld be shading/rendering yes hgbhgfjs there’s no One specific term tho so ur all good <3 also omg re: the yuuji comic IM SORRY I KEEP MAKING U CRY GHJKGJDSGHKJ its ok i made a lot of people cry if the death wishes/pos in the tags are anything 2 go by so ur in good company :D i teared up also

i would Also like to apologize in advance because fr me this is one of those Art Things that becomes more intuitive the more u do it so i am a bit. lost as 2 how to explain but i will sukuna voice ganbare ganbare !!!!

it’s all about light sources babes so pick a direction where the light is hitting from and use that as your main point of reference. If u need to remind yourself where the light is coming from i was taught to draw a lil arrow or sun somewhere on your canvas 2 keep track . areas closest to the light or planes that are more Elevated will be brighter than areas farther away or Deeper. When u think of a face, the forehead and cheeks rest Higher than fr example, the eye sockets, so those areas will catch more light and appear brighter. it /is/ kind of like makeup in that way. 

also, shadows/highlights can have soft or hard edges depending on how . uh . intense, i guess?? the angle of the light is. like with a box vs a sphere, the former will have a lot more Cut and Defined areas of darkness because the plane where light hits is cut off more directly by the presence of a corner, whereas with a sphere the Slope means that the values follow more of a gradient. 

tbh tho if you’re still starting out, to practice light sources and shading it actually might be good to scribble and shade some 3D shapes and spheres/boxes or maybe even draw from life so u can really take time 2 pay attn to how light catches different surfaces . it’s boring work but the practice is never wasted !! lighting can be tricky so try and take the time 2 form Good habits :'> references r ur friends here now more than ever.

other than that, which i feel more or less covers the basics n fundamentals, my wisdoms 2 u and any1 else who will have it: INVEST TIME IN2 FINDING GOOD BRUSHES omg i feel like a lot of that New Artist Look (tm) comes from using default brushes —which on its own is fine, but the kicker is not taking time to get comfortable with how to make the best use of them. the fun of the render is getting to play with textures and colours so find some brush settings that help add a bit of personality!! also . resist defaulting 2 the airbrush tool to shade it Rarely cooperates and can muddy a piece. uhhhh what else what else try not to shade with black for the same reasons ???? i'm scraping the bottom of the barrel here but i hope something here was of any value :'>>

[moonpie016]

Ok so I originally was just going to post a w.i.p. and then skedaddle.

It's too early for this. Idk why I'm up this early. (I do know, but not important) But! New Jash song again!

But first, w.i.p.

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Drawing instruments is not something I thought I'd be doing again. And I will joke about how much "pain" it is to draw them, but it is a good practice to learn. Still wonky but y'know.

(Every time I draw from reference, my brain immediately forgets how to draw people when I've been drawing this man for months!)

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Ramble about song.

(though somewhat on the fly because I just listened to it, I probably should digest it a bit more and let it fester repeatedly to talk about indepth. But no! :] )

If you haven't listened to it (because it's literally either early/late for you possibly Imma just put the words under here so it doesn't flood the screen. And let you find out for yourself.)

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Woke up and immediately listened to it.

It was simple, not a bad thing at all. Surprised to hear not much of a vocal effect, which is always nice to hear. Not saying vocal effects are bad, literally had Fnaf music for most of my life. So vocal synths and glitchy effects are my bread and butter./pos

A thought I just have in my brain is that, and with any artist I guess. Is that a unique voice is more idk just cool, or more interesting to listen to. They don't sound perfect. They have imperfections, slight alterations in how they sing, can be messy or the most clear thing ever heard. And it may be off-putting because of the exception of a more professional standard.

But sometimes the standard isn't what I look for. Ok this isn't about the song but is at the same time. Just talking about how Chonny's voice is unique in a way.

A complement? Idk. Yeah.

Anyways. The subject of the song. I still have never listened to an original Tim Minchin song. I don't know if I will at some point. I should. Not obligated but am curious.

But this, it's always the songs with the subject matter of relationships to get me attached. First thinking about it and then thinking about it too much.

In a sense, I guess it could be relatable. But for why it is? I don't know anymore. It's irrelevant for why. And yet it kinda just clings to you when you don't want it to.

You still think about the past in a sense when trying to live in whatever future you never expect to be in.

Without something or not.

I don't really know how to put this song into words, because again, still digesting and I gotta listen to it multiple times for it to settle inside me brain.

Like every song Chonny makes or does.

But with reflecting again with the song in my ears, I'm surprisingly fine? No random rant/vent about vague stuff??? :0

That's a good thing.

That's genuinely a good thing.

This song, how dare it make me emotional (in a good way :] ).

This isn't the first time a CJ song/cover has made me emotional.

(In terms of actually having a tear already existing in my eyeball. The world???)

And it probably won't be the last.

Ok I'm done with my ramble!! Yay!!!

If I were to compile all the songs that mean something to me. That'd probably be it's own drawing/list.

Anywho! Uh. I'll guess I'll stay up now and finish the w.i.p.

Hope you all have a good day. :]

*Crawls away.*

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[mercymermaid]

so

next stop theatre rtc production rant

@ihavenoideamanokay you're being sacrificed

- jane didn't actually sing during her first verse of karnak's dream of life, she just flung her doll around which was iconic

- karnak unfortunately spoke very quickly and didn't have the comedic timing of 2016 :(

- virgil was this tiny little rat who moved up and down it was so silly

- karnak had little blinds in his booth and the front one got stuck and at first we thought it was a bit until he opened the side one and said "oh that one works-" (and then during the entirety of uranium suite he was trying to fix it 😭)

- ocean and constance both had the same outfit, jane had the same outfit as them but with white socks (instead of black), noel had a whole ass blazer over his dress shirt, mischa was. mischa. and ricky had a normal sweater vest over his dress shirt and a beanie

- during uranium suite constance kept managing to channel Main Character Energy (/pos) and then ocean just went. nope <3 and constance actively looked hurt

- once karnak started speaking and they were all standing there ricky was rubbing his throat like "oh my god-"

- noel was a lot less vocally expressive but damn his facial expressions were on POINT

- constance was just having this huge ass panic attack throughout the entirety of everyone's catchphrases and it's hilarious

- speaking of, during everyone's introductions, they hovered by karnak's booth just in like a video game idle animation

- noel, instead of being disgusted, just kinda shrugged like "okay, me, pop off"

- ricky did a handstand and slayed

- jane sounds a lot more like an actual teenager, which was great

- she also had a ragdoll which slayed and it's head was constantly falling off

- noel looked like he was struggling very VERY greatly to keep it together while ocean talked

- mischa and noel were so nice to jane 😭 - noel was talking to her about nails during ocean's intro and waving ajd shir, and they both like ushered her around and shit oh my godddd 😭 they'd make hand gestures and jane would imitate and they looked so proud oml 😭 

- mischa sounds german 😭 

- ocean started her songs by aggressively blowing a whistle which spurred everyone into choreography

- jane was really out of it and didn't actually know what she was doing until towards the end of what the world needs 

- ocean somehow managed to hurt everyone at the end - noel was hit in the nose, constance was knocked down, ricky was as well, mischa got kicked away, and ocean used jane as a little stepping thing at the end

- they all very much enjoyed that, and as karnak announced the 'unanimous vote' thing, ricky and noel both were trying not to laugh

- noel started dramatically clapping and it was great

- "not all gay people are fun to be around" he stared ocean right down, stuck his middle finger in his mouth and then cornered her into the middle while aggressively flipping her off (as he should)

- noel yelled a LOT more than "sweet jesus christ on a stick" when he was fed up "I LOVE YOU GUUUUUUYS-"

- his idle animation was some really weird sexually invigorating writhing (funnily enough mischa was sitting behind him 😭)

- instead of the gay pose for the "his mother found out two things", this mf all but twerked and showed off his ass to the audience 

- this man. /pos

- during the "i hear it gives you an erection" ocean looked on the verge of tears and smiled and nodded aggressively when constance suggested just moving on

- noel was fruiTEA he was not holding back at ALL 

- the taco bell pic was on thr back of a karnak poster and noel all but sprinted and screamed to stand in front of it and trying to play it cool (he failed miserably)

- oh the flirting with mischa was WILD

- at one point he made some innuendo ("never wrote a novel.. or had sex.." points at mischa with a wink) and mischa immediately started texting talia

- instead of a full-blown kiss scene it was a bit more of a little peck and then mischa going "😍"

- and then right after that he got his wig lmao

- he was laughing like a MANIAC he was FERAL

- he was about to do a split and then after constance refused to pay he gave up

- his "tell the lord im dying like him" moment was less dramatic and more peppy

- he just say up and excitedly started rattling off what he would say

- he walked down a pathway of chairs and boxes to The Box and then did his lovely singing while everyone else was also on chairs and shit lmao 

- ricky's accordion was rapidly falling apart 💀

- karnak danced to every song except wtwn and ballad

- again. more fucking flirting with mischa. this man was WILD-

- everyone was sitting on the sidelines during ocean's lesson rant

- jane was sitting with constance, trying to show her her doll, which constance accidentally threw onto the stage

- jane went to get it and mischa went "no-"

- also when karnak said "not every story has a lesson" constance was motioning for him to stop like "please do not-"

- tsia was dope. he had a fur coat and EVERYTHING. he was slaying hard

- everyone was being extremely sexual which was fuckinf hilarious to watch 💀 

- noel was getting INTO IT

- ricky had a silly little robot head thing

- "i lay my masculinity at the altar of your maidenhood" he offered his rapper dollar sign necklace 😭 ily sm my guy

- someone said "aw" and he focused on them for the rest of the song lmao

- talia was beautiful. the big projection fabric was brought in as a veil by jane, and then they used it to shadow project jane and (i think) noel dancing behind it it was so cooollllll 

- instead of the dance circle they all just started dancing crazily it was great lmao

- mischa fucking THREW himself at ricky and noel that mf was sobbing

- no sped up speech from ocean (thankfully /j)

- however at the virginity bit noel immediately walked over like "fucking SPILL"

- they all collectively nudged ricky forward it was so sweet like "you should go"

- it was. wild.

- as he was explaining his religion, noel was nodding along like "yeah this seems sick dude"

- instead of having ocean, jane, and constance at the beginning, he had jane, constance, and noel (bisexual king) 

- he had a cape for a bit but took it off before the "it gets weird now"

- speaking of there was no backstage or costume change he just played guitar aggressively smh

- everyone had a cat helmet and fluffy cat tail and they all has different color and they all had visors and mischa's was constantly falling off 💀 

- mischa: "dude you are so cool now" ricky: "nobody-" *gives the biggest fattest nastiest side eye to ocean* "-ever listened to me"

- BALLAD WAS SO AMAZING HOLY DHRIROFJDUSSHITITISHUDIEKDSB AJRUSJSJFJFJRAUGHFHDUSUFJEIIRH can you tell it's my favorite song

- jane gave her doll to karnak 😭 dadnakdadnakdadnakdadnak-

- her voice was so powerful holy SHIT

- the choreography was everyone moving around with masks on their hands like heads before the first chorus, and then after that it was just hands constantly grabbing at her

- she was terrified kf the hands and heads

- oh and there was uv lihting which made everything very very ckntrasty holy shiat

- her voice was torn between fear pain and anger and it was so fucking gorgeous DUDEEEE

- THOSE HIGH NOTES 🤩 best jane ive seen since emily rohm (i say, this being the only other version i've seen-)

- at the end she just kinda stood there, nobody else was on stage, she kicked the floor like a lil pouty child (my sweetheart) but then when the others started singing happy birthday her eyes widened like "what the fuckkkk"

- mischa beat boxed the first half of the og birthday song

- the new birthday song was super awkward but then ocean figured out the beat and it got really fast really randomly for some reason- felt a bit rushed

- they all blew it out together so once she reached for the cupcake it was already put out

- she didn't wander off to eat the cupcake shr went straight to Ricky

- at first he kinda dismissed her but... oh my goD

- her voice was so confident "savannah, with the greenest eyes..!"

- once the focus shifted off of them ricky unwrapped the cupcake and then he took a bite to show her how to eat it then they took turns until she just shoved the entire thing in her mouth-

- mischa was all alone and then he pointed the bottle at noel who came over

- he offered a sip and noel was such a lightweight hetook one gulp and his knees buckles 😭 

- they had their deep convo and then just took turns drinking until they ended up finishing the entire bottle

- the constance ocean situation. goddamn. it escalated to yelling and then constance punched he really hard and ocean sat down and sulked for the entirety of jawbreaker

- mischa was the guy and he had the tattoo and once he was Free the look of disgust on his face as he tried to dust himself off

- everyone was kinda smiling somberly as constance talked

- DADNAK GAVE HER A SPARKLY JACKET EAFHFHGJGJG

- they all kinda did their own jigs yk

- dadnak had them walk past his booth and grab various sparkly accessories from a bucket for them to dance with it was so cute

- no recorder solo sadly but she did do some wicked scatting

- it was utterly amAZING

- AFTER SUGAR CLOUD. OCEAN HUGS CONSTANCE AND OUT LOUD FULL ON TELLS HER "I'M SORRY" LIKE FUCK YEAHHHHHH

- as ocean being the final vote is announced, the choir turns to look at her rhythmically, and then just look at that exact spot for the rest of her monologue

- it is. long. obviously

- as she's turning around to pick the final vote, everyone makes varying faces of some sort of hope, and as she chooses jane, they relax

- jane's life is revealed by a waterfall of photographs coming from the ceiling and everyone crowds around her to point out all the stuff in them as ocean starts its not a game

- eventually she has all the photos and she's shuffling through them quickly on the verge of tears

- she leaves without much fanfare, constance WAVES and jane runs off behind the wings

- karnak gets his ass killed and just leans out the window, very dead (his death scene was.. interesting)

- as they start it's just a ride oh my god 😭 it's so happy because they're just kinda running around and dancing together and everything AUGH MY HEART

- NOEL HUGS OCEAN. 

- THEY DO THE SPIN ON THE "TURNING ROOOOOUND" BUT NO BIG JAM OUT HOW DARE THEYYY

- JANE COMES BACK OUT AS PENNY WITH A DARKER WIG AND GREEN EYES AND SHE GUIDES THEM ALL TO THE AFTERLIFE BC THEY ALL END UP SETTLING INTO THE ROLLERCOASYER POSITION

- AND THEN PENNY SINGS THE “I KNOW THIS DREAM OF LIFE IS NEVERENDING” WHICH MEANS HER NOT SINGING IT EARLIER WAS FORESHADOWING LOOK AT ME I’M A GENIUS

OTHER STUFF

- this one chair to the side was used as the breakdown chair because constance had like thirty anxiety attacks on it and noel was barely keeping himself together from tearing ocean to shreds 

- can't remember in which interaction specifically but ocean pisses mischa off and he stomps off to sulk backwards on a chair by ricky

- either at the beginning of lament or tsia jane fucking. chucks. her doll somewhere behind karnak's booth

- at one point jane and ocean are sitting next to each other and jane keeps trying to initiate contact and ocean is leaning away like 'fuck no babes'

- mischa beat boxing was a good bit and he did it twice-

anyway that's all-

[unriding]

sweetest cy … it is 12 when this posts !! so of course, i get to post this heh!! thank you for such a sweet gift … i have left a little ( <- little? hm ) message for you below !! i am so so very sorry for the length ><

rb 1 / 2 :

cy … i have just finished reading it and my heart is beating a thousand times a minute !! are you serious — ARE YOU SERIOUS /pos because how will i type coherent tags when such a kind gift has already brought me to tears ( countless times !! the amount of breaks i needed to wipe my tears so i could read the rest of it sisnjdjxj ) THOUGH … at the same time ,, i was so red reading this !!! >//////< exactly like this !!! AGHH i really don’t even know where to start !! 🥺 perhaps i will type out a message to *you* first cy !!

thank you ???!! <- what a severe understatement, but i don’t know what other phrase i could even use to express my gratitude T T i know you have been so very busy lately ): i know you’ve been swamped to the point of not resting enough … so i just want to give you a huge hug and pause time to let you rest !!! but the fact that you did such a thing for :’) me :’) when you’re already so busy just makes my heart so ?! IM SO TOUCHED ??? you did not need to !! ): and you did !! I LOVE YOU !!! though aside from this, i’ve seen you making your way to inboxes and giving sweet to tags to fics and everything — you are so kind cy ): !!

i love you. you have so much love in your heart and i know everyone’s face just lights up when they see you on the dash — and i am the same way ^^ also .. we must talk about your writing since i have a small inkling i will use the 30 tags to scream /pos sjsndjkdkdk i have mentioned this before, but i adore your writing style !! it flows so nicely and reads sooooo smoothly i just ?! can see myself reading any amount of words from you in one sitting because of how nicely you write !! also .. you said moze might be ooc but i thought he was so in character 🥺 oh i adore your writing …..

𝕄𝕠𝕫𝕖 𝕩 𝔽𝕖𝕞!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

heaven is a place on earth with you

Synopsis: Moze goes shopping to purchase something for a certain someone. What on earth could that be? And who is he giving it to? Read to find out!

Word Count: 2.6k | Reading Time: 15 minutes

Note: Reader is referred with she/her pronouns and mentioned to be wearing a dress. I do not claim to know this character a 100%. I am writing him based off the voice lines and a some of the lore that I know about him.

A bead of sweat begins to form on the elderly shopkeeper's temple. His gaze weary towards the grey-haired man before him. After all, Moze has yet to say anything in the past half-hour while intensely gazing down on the merchandise the shopkeeper has presented him. A hand on his hip while the other brushes lightly against his lips. His brows furrowed and lips pursed tightly.

What kind of merchandise could possibly cause such distress towards both Moze and the elderly? Well, the answer is actually quite simple: jewelry.

Oh, but not just any jewelry.

On the far right, there is a pair of earrings. Elegantly furled out petals that have a striking resemblance to wings with pearls of varying sizes at the very base, silver chains dangle with matching pearls. Next to that is a gold chain bracelet with a moon at the very center as the pendant accompanied by a pair of stars on either side. A constellation of tiny jewels from around the moon; it resembles that of the Capricorn. And lastly— a necklace. Silver chains with pearls in the softest shade of pink and white alternating to make a lovely pattern. Adjacent chains in between to showcase a gem shaped like a teardrop to complement the beads. And at the very center of it rests a dangling chain adorned with similar pearls and a small ribbon.

A part of him considered just buying all three of them. However, that may not get a positive feedback from the receiver. In all the while of knowing that person, he'd come to have a feeling that they'd feel flustered and guilty over such a purchase— even though it barely put a dent on his wallet. He'd rather not have them worry instead of enjoying the gift over his indecision. Though doubt did begin to eat away at his nerves the more that he stared at the jewelries before him. Questions begin plaguing his mind one after the other making his brows meet in frustration.

Would they even like any of these? Maybe they were too straightforward based on what he knew about them? Would they already have a plethora of similar items and prefer something new? What if they had recently changed their preferences with him unaware?

Moze lets out a disgruntled groan. The shopkeeper winces, worrying if he's somehow done something to displease the intimidating man before him (even though he's only stood there and kept to himself since presenting the items). Both of them were now comically distressed over the situation.

A moment later, Moze's phone vibrates.

Finally— his gaze averts from the assortment to fish out his phone. A message from Jiaoqiu. Target is on her way to the shopping district. He almost rolls his eyes at the term used. Although jokingly meant, still seemed quite crude considering his usual profession. Moze simply sends a single worded response before tucking the gadget back into his pocket.

With a final glance at the items, he takes a deep breath and finally chooses one. He hands it to the shopkeeper along with the strales to pay for it. The elderly man takes a relieved sigh, his shoulders sagging from the release of tension before turning to his side to neatly place it inside a box and tying a bow to keep it secure.

The moment that Moze receives it, he blends back into the shadows.

Hours later, the sun begins to set. Golden hues cast over the city to create a picturesque scene. Most of the people begin their march home to bid the day farewell. The streets are kept lit by the lamps and establishments either still open or only starting to. Moze lingers in the corner of the street as he watched the people pass him by. His mind wanders far off as he rehearses a few lines in his head over and over again. Making small changes and adding a few words every now and then. All this as he patiently awaits for a certain message—

Ding! Ding! Ding!

There it is.

He doesn't even bother checking his phone, he already knows what the content of it would be. It doesn't take long for him to make his way down the street towards a nearby restaurant. From the outside, it would seem closed. Doors shut tight while the lights of the halls are turned off, leaving it to a mystery what lies inside.

While approaching, he hears your voice.

Moze stops for a moment to spot you with Guinaifen and Sushang. There's a blindfold over your eyes while the two lead you towards the restaurant. A hand reached out to nothing as if grasping for air while Sushang held the other. Guinafen warns you about a rock you need to step over, which you oblige in making a dramatic step— despite there actually being nothing. Sushang lets out a laugh before playful chastising the street performer for her mischief. Though both of them apologize at the pout forming on your expression.

The sight has the edges of Moze's lips curling upwards. He turns his head away to enter the back of the restaurant. By the time he enters the main hall, he can hear the soft murmurs and gossip amongst the people inside. A few feet scuffle around as everyone gets in place to be ready. Hushes amongst each other echo when muffled voices can be overheard outside the restaurant. The entire hall turns silent as the doors creak open.

Light from the street lamps illuminates three frames. Sushang lets go of your arm to shut the doors closed while Guinafen makes quick work of the blindfold over your eyes. The two of them step away from you to join in with the others in the dark, leaving you to let your eyes adjust to the lack of lighting.

Both of your hands reach out before you as you call out to the two girls. You take a step— and the lights turn on, the tip of your foot getting caught in the carpet, causing you to stumble forward. A small squeal slips past your lips as you feel your body falling. Moze catches on, his body moving before he could think. It only takes a fraction of a second before he catches you.

"Happy Birthday!"

Voices synchronized in greeting. Party poppers echo throughout the room. Colorful paper confetti sway in the air. Pastel colored ornaments decorate the walls of the restaurant matched with balloons and ribbons. Dearest friends stand around with party hats over their heads.

Though details of that can come later, no? What draws your attention the most is the man right in front of you. His familiar scent fills your senses. Your face buried against his chest. Gloved hands on your shoulders to help balance you, he makes sure to avoid scratching you with the sharp steel in one hand. The steady beat of his heart is pressed against your ear.

Oh, how lovely you looked in Moze's eyes.

You tilt your head enough to meet his gaze, and it's enough for that steady heartbeat of his to falter. He swallows, fingers twitching as if to refrain himself from tucking that stray lock of hair behind your ear. In that moment, it vaguely occurs to him to give you a greeting, but all he manages to do is part his lips—

"Okay, lovebirds!" Jiaoqiu announces with a clap of his hand, "You can have your moment with her later, Moze. Settle with sharing her with us for now."

Moze furrows his brows and casts his glance at the fox for those words while you pull away with cheeks stained a pinkish hue. The others chime in to steal you away for the festivities even if for a moment. Loved ones taking turns to greet you for the special occasion as the night goes on for the celebration.

Throughout the trickling hours of the party, Moze keeps an eye on you. Catching glimpses of you speaking with the others. Opening the variety of gifts they've prepared for you. Cheering on Guinafen along with the others who perform on a makeshift stage. All of them enjoying the food and drinks laid out on the table.

In the midst of the raucous event, he catches your silhouette slipping through the crowds to make way for the stairs. Nobody seems to have noticed it just yet. The weight of the box tucked safely in his pocket urges him to follow after you. He keeps in mind to do it discreetly in hopes to have a moment with you. The fluttering of your dress just before you make turns along the building is all that he sees as he catches up without you noticing. Eventually, your path leads you to the balcony of the building.

The sight before him has him stopping in his tracks.

How kind of the moon to grace you with such elegant hues of her light. Your frame basks in the soft glow of it. Silken strands of hair shine akin to the finest silk as the evening breeze plays with wisps of your hair. There's a warm smile on your lips that's a sharp contrast to the coldness of the night. Perhaps all that was left would be a halo hanging over your head and wings to sprout behind your back for him to believe you'd secretly been a halovian this entire time. You kept your gaze on the celestial bodies painting the sky; all he could see was you.

A cold breeze rushes past, a shiver runs through your body from it. Your arms fold across your chest while the palm of your hands rub warmth into your own frame. A chuckle slips past your lips, accompanied by the fall of your expression as you mutter how you should have brought a jacket with you.

"Here," Moze snaps out of his daze to shrug off his hoodie and placing it over your shoulders. "It'll help with the cold."

You tense up at the brush of his fingers against your shoulders, your eyes wide at his sudden appearance. It takes a moment before you relax and hold the hoodie closer to you. The smile you wear seems to be wider than it was earlier as warmth begins to spread through your cheeks as well.

"Thank you." Your voice a gentle dulcet he'd never tire of. "I wasn't expecting to see you here."

"It's not expected for the celebrant to be away from the party either." Moze responds, taking his position beside you.

Your eyes flicker to the evening sky, and how beautiful it looked with all the dazzling stars and the moon full. What a lovely scene, no? And yet Moze kept his gaze steady on you. Taking in the sight of how the sky seemed to reflect in your eyes. Though he didn't want to make you uncomfortable with his staring, he looks to the sky as well. Only ever sneaking glimpses of you in your direction whenever he thinks you won't notice.

Small talk is exchanged between the two of you. Trivial events that have occurred throughout the day until now. Musing over the party that still rages on below despite the late hour. All the foods and gifts you've received are placed safely far from the crowd. Soft chuckles and easy glances are exchanged every so often. The noise of the festivities downstairs lulls into a soft hum in the background. With only the two of you in the balcony, it almost seemed like that moment was truly yours and his alone.

Moze takes in a deep breath— it falters by a fraction when you let out a hum to face him. Your eyes meet his, and somehow that's all he can think of. All the words he'd practiced the entire afternoon slipped past him like a shadow shying away from the sun. The seconds that pass by almost seem like a lifetime before he clears his throat to pull out something from his pocket.

"A gift." His tone would almost sound dull if it weren't for the hesitation in his voice.

In the palm of his hand rests a white box with a pink ribbon at the very top. He nudges it closer to you as if reassuring that it's yours to take. And you do. Your fingers brush against his as you hold the box in your hands, keeping it secure as though you're afraid the wind would steal it away from you. Moze drinks in every expression and detail that dances on your expression.

You glance back and forth between him and the gift as you tug on the end of the ribbon. Its silken material loosens and is undone swiftly, leaving only the box. Finally, you take off the lid of the box to reveal its content.

Inside rests a necklace. It was the choice Moze had made among the three earlier. The moonlight shines down on the item, casting an iridescent glow to it. Your eyes shine the same way the gems reflect the moon's glow. You lift your gaze to Moze, as if silently asking for reassurance it truly was yours and not some mistake he'd made. He nods.

It's yours.

"May I?" Moze gestures a hand over the item, gently picking it up before stepping behind you. He unclasps the hook of it and waits for you to sweep your hair aside. Once done, he places the accessory around your neck, the tips of his fingers brush against your skin. An accidental caress yet feels far too delicate and gentle to be a phantom's touch. He secures the necklace in place, tugging on it once before retracting his fingers.

He takes a step back and you tidy yourself a bit, letting your fingers feel the weight that rests on your neck. It wasn't heavy at all. Simply that the fact that the man beside you had been the one to give you such a thing was enough to remind you of its value. The pinkish hue on your cheeks resembles the dainty pearls around your neck.

How the way your face lights up makes him forget that it was still evening— Moze is unsure. All he knows is the gratitude he felt towards himself for choosing that gift for you. That you've come to appreciate such a small thing that the smile on your face was bright enough to sear itself into the back of his eyelids. So that even as he closes his eyes, he'll see this moment vividly with his eyes wide open.

Moze's feet move him closer to you before he could think better of it. His hand rests on top of yours, just right above where your racing heart resides. The back of his fingers brush against your cheek with such tenderness it could be reverent. His forehead rests against yours until your noses touch, and the warmth of his breath tickles your skin.

Close. Possibly far too close. Part of him warns to pull away lest he makes you uncomfortable. Just one more second. He almost voices out loud. Give him this one instance to be selfish. To let the growing greed in his heart that yearns for your proximity be sated just this once. Reprimand him afterwards— just don't despise him for it. His throat constricts, the words stuck in his throat. The way you look at him both serves as damnation and salvation to the man. How ironic is that? Enough to make a smile tug on his lips when he meets your gaze that is.

"Happy Birthday.”

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To the sweetest and kindest person on this hellsite! Happy Birthday, Evie! I hope you enjoyed this fic. Moze might be a little OOC but I tried my best. May you have an absolutely wonderful day ahead of you <3

I was actually stuck between putting this in your inbox or making a pdf file and sending it on disc. This was so fun to write that it shocked me seeing that it was over 2k words! I didn't think it'd be appropriate to send you that via inbox. But I don't really know how to edit on pdf to design it? Hence, I made a post abt it instead. Hope you don't mind? I'll still send you the file but it'll just be plain. Sorry!

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Ran's Little Dragon

Chapter 12

"Dragen, can you tell us who did this to you? We know bad man have hurt you and made you do things you didn't want to do, so please tell us so we can go to the police." Emma asked me softly after my babbling about dragons and gestures to my tattoo on my back, I pout at her as I don't want to say anything but they already theorized about what happened.

"I know you don't want to say anything but won't you like to see your family again and put the bad guys in jail?" Takemitchy asked the question this time but before I could stop it tears run down my cheek at the mention if my Papa and Uncles.

"Aw, I didn't mean to make you cry." With his golden soft heart Takemitchy coos at me while handling the IV bag over to Emma and gently removes me from Draken's arms as he had frozen at the sight of tears rolling down my face not knowing what to do with a crying child on his lap so Takemitchy takes over, holding me against his chest and rubbing my back softly.

"Shhh, it's ok and you'll get to see you family again someday" Takemitchy let's me cry myself out as he uses the tissue Draken handed him to wipe my face of tears and snot, he also run his finger through my hair which helps me calm down a lot.

"There's no reason to tell the Po Po." I finally said once my crying fit is done which I'm now cuddling up again Takemitchy's chest as I like the feeling he's giving me, that of a mother dispite I already know he can be a mother hen but it's a different story when actually feeling it.

"Why is that?" Emma questioned as she leans closer to us making me give a sigh before hiding my face against Takemitchy's chest and mumbling my answer, Takemitchy leans his head down close to me to hear.

"My Papa is a bad man but I love him because he loves me and once he finds who had taken me away from him, they won't last long." Takemitchy freezes when hearing my words.

"Takemitchy, what did he say?" Draken asked when seeing him freeze.

"Uhm, he...he said that his dad is also a bad man..." Takemitchy trails off making the other two freeze.

"What do you mean that your Papa is a bad man?" Draken asked me softly wanting to know more and understand.

"Papa only had me for a bit before I was taken which one of the cleaning ladies was bad so I told on her to Uncle Mikey...." I trail off when realizing who's name I just said which also caused everyone in the room to freeze again at the name almost like it's taboo.

"You...you said Uncle Mikey but is he him?" Draken jumps out of his seat once the shock is over and went to grab something which I see is a picture of Toman, Draken points to Mikey in the photo to make sure I'm talk about the same person they're thinking.

"Uncle Mikey! You know Uncle Mikey! How! He looks so much happier there although he doesn't have his short white hair!" I smiled at the picture as I take it into my hands, it's the one with Takemitchy in it.

"Oh! You two are in it too!" I pointed Takemitchy and Draken out in the picture.

"Dragen..." Draken sighs as he gently retake the picture from me.

"Dragen, Mikey is a very important person to us.......and we miss him but.......he shut us out." Takemitchy trys to explain as he plays with my hair.

"Why he hiding?" I asked although I already know the answer.

"He....he wanted to protect us...from himself...he thought of himself as the big bad wolf." Takemitchy explains again like a fairytale.

"But he was nice to me although he looks a little scary." Takemitchy squeezes me a bit as Draken gives me a small smile at the comment.

"That's good" Draken said under his breath which I didn't catch although we're sitting close together.

"So your Papa....." Emma trails off not knowing how to word it as she doesn't know if my Papa works for him or Mikey work for my Papa.

"Uncle Mikey is boss" I smiled as Takemitchy unconsciously started to lightly bounce me on his lap which I snuggle deeper into him with a small contented sigh, I give a large yawn as I started to feel tired

"You sleepy?" Takemitchy coos at me as he shifted me in his hold to lay down.

"Yeah" I yawned again as I stretched a little before moving as close as I can to Takemitchy with my eyes drooping.

"You got your tummy all full and wasted a bit of energy talking to us, so I say that you are." Although I'm not use to it and a little uncomfortable with it at first but I'm coming around to liking Takemitchy mothering and cooing, knowing he had big heart and love kids this doesn't come surprising to Draken and Emma when seeing him mothering me. He holds me as tightly as he can without hurting me as my eyes close shut but I'm not that fast asleep not to hear.

"It's so shocking to finally to hear something about Mikey after all these years but I wish it wasn't from a child." Emma sadly whispered to the two still hold up my IV drip and bag as I can feel Takemitchy's hand gently rubbing my back.

"Yeah but if he says is right as his father then Mikey is......." Emma trails off not wanting to say or believe about Mikey being on the wrong side of the law.

"I'm just glad he's doing alright." Draken sighs which is the last things I hear before falling asleep fully.

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[hotheadrednecksimmer]

Vault Tec Legacy Challenge

3 months later, in total 4 months have gone by since Alexia and Ellis went into the Wasteland.

Saylor: There's someone trying to enter the Vault? Could it be....?

Alexia screaming on the other side of the door: I'm sweating, I'm hot, and I'm tired. I want a hot, clean shower and a warm meal. And my code isn't working!!

Saylor shouting back: I'm opening the door!

The Vault door opens and Alexia and Ellis walk in.

Saylor: I'm so happy you guys are alive and back! We were so worried about you guys.... we assumed the worst. So much time has passed.

Alexia: Are you moved into the Overseer Quarters?

Saylor: No, not yet. It didn't feel right for me to move in, when there was still a pos-

Alexia: Cool, I'm going to shower, brush my teeth for the first time in forever, and sleep in a bed where I don't have to look over my shoulder.

Saylor: Shouldn't we talk first?

Alexia: I don't want to.

Ellis: Saylor, Let her go. I'm not quite tired yet, plus we got your research and the part for the generator.

Alexia leaves Saylor and Ellis by the Vault Entrance.

Saylor gasps: You did?

Ellis: It was a pain in the ass and multiple hoops we had to jump through like we were some damn circus animals, but we got it all. Al wouldn't let us come back without getting everything we needed.

Saylor: That sounds like her. I can take the research off of you and I'll put it in the Med bay so we can't start looking over it.

Ellis: We met someone while we were out there. I think I know what Kenzie is turning into ..... and there's no stopping it.

Saylor: Oh?

Ellis awkwardly: I'm actually getting a bit tired, we can talk more in depth tomorrow. Al was right, a hot shower and a bed that hasn't had hundreds of people on it sounds really nice right now.

Saylor: Goodnight Ellis, It's really great to have the both of you back.

That night in the Overseer's Private Quarters

Alexia rocks back and forth on the bed: We made it back. We're safe. Nothing can hurt me in here.

Alexia cries into the bed: How do I even begin to explain what we've been through to the other Dwellers?

The next morning in the Dining Hall

Ben: Where did you go in the middle of the night last night? Is Ophelia having nightmares again?

Saylor: No, she actually slept through the night. I wasn't going to say anything until they emerged from their rooms but Ellis and Alexia are back. They looked quite beat up and they were absolutely fifthly. But, they're alive! And Alexia can be Overseer again.

Ben: Is that what you want? I thought you had been enjoying being Overseer?

Saylor: I only did it because I had to. "Enjoying it' wouldn't be the words I would use to describe the additional responsibilities and work I had to do.

Ben: That is true. I'm glad they aren't dead.

Saylor: You can say that again.

Ben: When do you think they'll be up?

Saylor: There's no telling how long they have been able to peacefully sleep over the past 5 months. I'm letting them rest as much as they can before I announce that they are here.

A couple hours later, Alexia enters the Dining Hall

Val: Mom! You're back! I missed you so much!

Alexia squeezes Val tightly and holds on to her: I missed you more sweet girl. You have gotten so big and beautiful!

Val: Thank you! Oh, mom, you've got scars? Are you alright?

Alexia blinks away tears before Val could notice: I'm much better now that I'm home with you girls. I promise I'm okay, we're all gonna be okay.

Clem: Mommy? MOMMY!!

Clem races over to Alexia and hugs her tightly.

Alexia: Oh, little bear. I missed you so. How tall are you now?

Clem: I'm well over 4 feet tall mom!

Alexia smiles: You're growing like a weed! What are we feeding you?

Clem: I eat whatever Mr. Ben makes. Dr. Saylor wouldn't let me eat the old box of Sugar Bombs. They looked so good!

Alexia: How old were they?

Clem: Like really old, older than you I think.

Alexia: Glad you didn't eat them then. Why don't you and Val come to my room tonight and we have a sleepover? I missed you girls a lot and would love to catch up with my little bears.

Clem: Val isn't a little bear, she's a meanie. I'm the little bear.

Alexia: Okay, well it still stands. Do you want to have a sleepover in my room?

Clem: YES! I'll tell Val and we'll have so much fun. Can we sneak snacks into your room? I know they usually aren't allowed but...

Alexia whispers: Yes, and I won't tell.

Alexia kisses Clem on the check and Clem runs off making a mental list of what all she's going to bring to Alexia's room for tonight. Alexia takes a deep breath. She thought this would be easy, sliding back into Vault life away from the horrors of the Wastelands. Alexia realized at some point that she would have to confront her other fear, confessing how she felt about Jameson and if she was even ready for that conversation.

[So sorry that this was a long episode, I feel like there was so many good things that needed to be included in the homecoming of our two courageous characters. ALMOST added Ellis and Kenzie's reunion but realized how LONG it was. I have loved this series so SO much. This story and series has been on my mind constantly and where I want to go with these characters, on top of the challenge. Another thing I wanted to add was that in the challenge is says that the Dwellers aren't supposed to leave the Vault, but for story telling purposes I wanted to do it anyway. Thank you all who have read thus far and are invested in these characters!] ╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ First | Previous |Next ╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Updated Character List

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Okay I need you to bare with me for this one cause I haven't actually played dbh, I've watched some edits and that was enough for my brain to apparently come up with some thoughts.

What about Caregiver!Hank with Regressor!Connor find out that Amanda? (I think that's her name) Made more versions of Connor that physically can't regress because angst.

I really hope this made even a little bit of sense lol

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OH THAT IS ANGSTY

Lemme know if I'm interpreting this wrong, but like

Connor not being able to regress because Amanda tells him in his head that it's bad. She's always been his guidance, his mentor, his support. He likes her, he does, but he's terrified of doing something wrong so he doesn't regress at all... He can't, she's blocking something in his program. His fear stopping him even more.

Hank had let him move in post android revolution. He gave Connor a safe space, and everything he needed. Who was he to judge him for needing to calm down in an unconventional way? Better than booze, for sure.

The more he learned, the more he was with Connor when he regressed. He had experience with kids, and it was really no different. But seeing Connor not Abel to regress and mumbling something about Amanda, it hurt. He didn't want him to hurt like that- so he took the problem into his own hands. Literally. He plopped Connor into his lap after lifting him from the floor. He sat on the bed and held him close.

They talked. About Amanda, about his fears, about how he only wants to be good- and fuck, Hank understood that. All the reassurance in the world wouldn't fix his programming, but he could be there for him when it fucked him over.

all the models after him have the same problem if and when they discover regression.

It's Sixty that deals with it first (Cyberlife tower Connor). He's working with Allen (swat captain in the rooftop scene), Allen knows. They're close friends, very close- off work there's hugs, occasional kisses. But they just like each other's company after Allen learned that Sixty wasn't a threat.

And he's trying desperately to regress one night. He's done everything, even had Allen help! He took a bath that he didn't need, he got cozy in his safety corner with all his studies and a little tent. But still, he couldn't.

Amanda in his head, even after deviation. He didn't get the slow deviation like Connor, no safety exit- she was there in his head all the time. Telling him how to do everything. And sometimes he was grateful, but others?? No. Not when it came to comfort. He wasn't allowed comfort by her standards.

It pissed him off not being able to relax. A wet kind of anger, the kind that made him tear up and shout wordlessly at nothing in particular. He just couldn't regress like he needed.

/pos

[maochira]

How would raichi, Zantetsu and toki react to their platonic s/o crafting them matching plushies?

Top 10 requests that make me go insane /pos

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!reader, established queerplatonic relationship but can be seen as romantic, fluff!

Raichi (giving him a Raichu plushie)

-at first, he doesn't believe you made it and he asks over and over if you're joking. It's not because he doesn't believe you but genuinely because he can't believe you'd put this much effort into something for him

-probably gets tears in his eyes but denies it the entire time. It's something you can tease him about, though

-he literally doesn't go to sleep without it anymore. Even if you're around, the little Raichu has to be there. He kinda treats it as if it was his child ngl. At first, he was kinda embarrassed by being so attached to a plushie but now he shows it off proudly because you made it

Zantetsu (giving him a baby penguin plushie)

-he immediately loves it very very much!! Although, he confuses it for a pigeon at first and you don't have the heart to tell him it's a baby penguin. It goes on for weeks until you finally break and tell him the truth

-he gets embarrassed and you have to comfort him for it and you actually thought it was kinda silly and cute. But now for a while, he can't look at the plushie anymore without feeling at least a bit embarrassed again

-but you never mention it again and he loves the plushie too much to put it aside where he doesn't see it anymore. You made it for him and he knows you don't judge his stupidity at all so at some point, the embarrassment wears off

Tokimitsu (giving him a dinosaur plushie)

-cries in joy immediately and does NOT stop for ten minutes

-he keeps saying over and over that you shouldn't have put this much effort into a gift for him and promises he'll make it up to you. Even if you insist he doesn't have to, he doesn't change his mind

-he wants to take it everywhere he goes, but at the same time, he's afraid of it getting damaged, dirty or even lost. He keeps it in his room all the time and always looks forward to having it back when he returns home. He always misses you a lot even if you don't see each other for only a few days, so the plushie makes it easier for him!!

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[benkeibear]

most beloved luma !!!! i wanted to stop by and say merry christmas ( late, i think ): boo time zones — though i hope you had a wonderful one !! ) and also drop some words of affection since the end of the year is nearing !!! LUMA . you are such an amazing person. i feel like ‘amazing’ is a bit of a vague compliment, but it fits you so well because mind cant seem to land on one thing to talk about at a time lol /pos !! i just think you are such an admirable person — and for that, amazing! you do so much on here and i can’t imagine how much you do offline too /pos :’) i just tried to list out stuff and the list kept going ahajansjj luma !!! you work so hard T T !!! as much as i, and im sure so many others, appreciate it, i hope you have ALSO had the time to rest up and take care of yourself as well !!! you deserve just as much love as you give others. you have such a huge heart and you do so much for us ( what a lovely and sweet server you’ve made 🥹 ) and i hope i can at least partially return your kindness !!! actually, what i’d wish for is to be able to make you a huge batch of yummy snacks + gift you the largest care basket known to mankind lol !!! thank you for all that you do !!! you are truly amazing 🥹✨

Evie you made me tear up at the dinner table when I read this 🥹🥹

I'm forever grateful to have met such a kind and gentle soul on here. Seeing you on here or in the server is always like a personal little ray of sunshine. You give out love wherever you go and make others feel so warm and comfortable. Thank you for always being there when times are hard and for putting a smile on my face.

Taking care of others is how I take care of myself I think. Only if you guys are happy and content - I have the right to be happy and content with myself as well! So I'm glad to hear that this is going well hehe

I hope your 2025 will be the year where you can achieve everything you put your mind to while still being able to relax and have more than enough time to love yourself. Please remember to be patient with and kind to yourself, even on days where it's hard. You deserve the same love and care that you give to others 🤍

[aidsasha-brainrot]

I'm quite awkward with posting stuff on this blog but since i made it, i suppose i should at least write stuff here! /pos

i want to yapp to help me gather my mind around my selfship and how Sasha affecting my daily life and life in general, because it's all feels so ordinary ?? As if it was always like this and it's nothing new.

I played in psychonauts back in 2021, literally almost before pn2 was released and interesting note is that Sasha wasn't my favorite character back then. I didn't cared about him much and as i remember it was a slow way for me to realize that actually, i really like him. For long time i personally treated it as just interest in some character, that happened before, blah-blah-blah. Bit then i made a group where i posted some memes only with Sasha and already some stuff with me and him, but it wasn't really intentionally ?? I just had fun.

But somewhere in 2023 i opened for myself such thing as selfship and f/o stuff. I will be honest and say that all my life i either didn't liked that stuff or founded it's silly. And where we are now.......

So, how this damned square scientist is affecting my life? I'll can say, pretty much and with that, it's rather good than bad.

Firstly he bring me sense of comfort. It's can be weird to hear that someone found comfort in fiction character, but it is, yes! Sense of safety and some stability?

I also have a feeling that one of things that make him more appealing for me, is his nature that remind me of father figure, that i never had in my life. And with that comes some sexual stuff as well.

If we would talk about specific moments, i remember one unpleasant time in my life,it was time when i comed back to school after a whole year. I never wasn't fond of such place as school and then my every morning was starting with tears and desire just to lay in bed whole day, do nothing. But wow what a surprise, that i was kinda motivated by my beloved man to get up, go to damn school and do something. It was like this multiple times.

I often trying to think about him when i feel miserable or lonely or scared. Sometimes i really ask myself, would my life be the same if i didn't had played psychonauts? Well, strict no. Not only because of Sasha but i had and have many, many things bc of that game. Both pleasant and not really. +I don't feel that anyone in Fandom is understand him as I do. I don't even see people do really much content ONLY with him (i don't mind any ships with him if anything) and it's just a little bit frustrating.

In conclusion i suppose i can say that without my favorite green blorbo i could have been in more awful state than I'm right now ♡♡

[unriding]

im late!! im so, so late!! TT happy birthday to the angel princess of all angel princesses, EVIE!!! ♥︎ you ran one more lap around the sun — im so happy to have gotten to meet you and become your friend through this silly little app; as chaotic as it tends to be, you make this space feel so cosy. safe. warm!!! meeting you will always be one of my lifes greatest treasures, and i dont think i could ever tire of telling you how much you mean not only to me, but to everyone else here. so i will remind you again tomorrow! and then another day, and still another, heh. look out!! i hope and wish with all my might that all the love contained within the universe finds you for the rest of your life. i hope and wish with all my might that you find happiness right within yourself, as well. i tried my first passion fruit tea with lychee jelly it in today on behalf of it your birthday and i loved it so much!! evie x coco boba date when? ♥︎ i will be waiting as long as it takes!!! smooooooch —!!! >3< before i show myself out, i would like to drop one of my favourite january poems... it is not long till fire runs in the maples and ice goes out — an ode to evie!! your blithe optimism and the hope you cling to for brighter days ahead. may you laugh a lot this year, and smile just as much. i love you!!! ♥︎

ps, no pressure at all to answer this ask!! i know you must be getting a lot of asks and i dont want you to add to the overwhelmingness 🥺 as long as this little letter reaches your heart is what matters to me :^)

coco auajdixowl i’m truly so sorry about how long it has taken me to reply to this + your dm … !! and even more apologetic over how long my response is … i know i have been yapping quite a lot in your inbox and on the post you had made for me — so of course, no pressure to read this as well !! this is me -> (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄‸o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝) anytime i spot you on the dash doing anything at all /pos … i love you !! so very much !! ):

i wasn’t able to type a response janwskdk coco .. when i say that it was so hard to read your dm, i really mean it — in the most positive way! in fact, there is a part of me that feels .. not nervous ?? but a feeling similar to that — because i feel like you understand me so well and therefore know what makes me sad and what scares me and all these things 🥹 NOT IN A BAD WAY. its a very lovely thing, actually! it is just something that continues to catch me off guard — you are so observant coco! please picture what i am explaining as like … when you install a camera to watch your dog and then say hi to them over the mic ( they go O_O ?! right ?? same as me bahahhaa /pos !! )

^ but going off on that, you know me so well that you always seem to know exactly what i need to hear — the perfect mix of words to get me sobbing hysterically and agh T T i love you coco! thank you for making me feel loved even if you are seeing the parts of myself that i think are a bit more unlovable .. !? it’s a very different and unique type of love that is exclusive to you coco .. if that makes sense ?? everyone shows love differently, but the way you show your love is so so gentle and genuine and to me, is identical to to the very definition of love ]:

if i respond to every sentence of your ask and dm, i’m afraid we will really be here for centuries ^^; all i will say is that i have the entire thing committed to memory — no exaggerations! i really could recite the coco-message to you like it’s my favorite children’s book — that’s how many times i have read it !! T T and also, when i said it was a hard read, i mean it as .. it was physically hard to read ( in the most positive way ). i am really not exaggerating in the slightest when i say that each time i read it, i frown like this -> ☹️ with tears brimming my eyes and it always always always ends up with me in hysterics / sobbing because you are too kind!! T T to love me like this !! in fact, it’s been quite a while since i’ve started typing this out because i keep tearing up aianskskdkk the last time i read it ( 5 minutes ago ) i literally had to hug my knees and hiccup / cry into my own arms again sksndkd /pos :’)

i want to talk about you if you don’t mind! because yes, our mootie anni comes up soon — i can’t believe we have known each other for so long already! there was a night, i think a week ago? where i was having a hard time falling asleep and my mind went to you .. and i was thinking about all the things i love about you — things that i might not have said before! here is the list of things i think i haven’t mentioned to you just yet 🤍

your updates on what you’re up to — oh, coco, it always makes me so happy when you’ve posted something about what you’ve been up to .. like a little thing that has caught your eye, or a cute interaction you’ve had .. etc! you are just so cute — from your manu-mushroom plant to you waving a child who had been watching you study, to the cute mice you had named .. all these things! the way you are so kind and loving of the things / people around you … makes me ?? feel happier about what’s around me, as well :] i find that i’ve been paying closer attention to what’s around me as well .. like maybe the flowers look a bit more vibrant today! or maybe the sun is peeking out a little more :] or maybe the sunrise is more pink today — things like this! to find happiness in the little things is something i have picked up because of you, as selfish as that may sound. it’s very inspirational / admirable to me — and has become something i’ve relied on during these dreary months ^^; this paragraph could venture into how amazing i think you are, but i believe i’ve said that in my ask ?! i will continue on this topic later lol!

your humor — bahaha, i know i haven’t said this one yet !! you have such an endearing sense of humor, coco! from the cute gifs and kaomojis you find — to your reaction to alhaitham / xiangli / karasu posts …. and as mean as this may sound, i giggle at your reaction to gifts from your friends too !! when you go — NAME ?!?! — things like this, so cute to me !!! i live for your reactions and your thoughts and … really everything 🥹

the way you speak — there is a certain gentleness to you! it is a very amazing thing to feel comfort from someone’s presence in a screen — i think! perhaps it’s the way you talk, the way you carry yourself on here, or perhaps the way you listen to others and — truly listen, because you remember all these little things, always!! i can’t pinpoint one thing that makes you ‘comforting!!’ ‘gentle!!’ because i think it is just everything about you that makes you that way ??? i felt the same way when we first became mooties :] i find that when i type to you, the voice in my head is a little calmer and a little quieter because i feel so at peace /pos — i love you and this comforting air around you!

while these things you do for me touch my heart <- understatement when i am in hysterics, i love you so much because i genuinely just adore who you are! i love the presence you have, i love the way you think, i love the way you see the world, i love the way you love, i love — you !!! lots coco !!!! so much that i am frustrated yet again because i cannot quite get my thoughts right ( ever, when i respond to you!! T T ) i will eagerly wish for these months to treat you kindly instead ): and you say that you and the others will remind me that i am loved, but actually, i want to do the same for you! many of the things you say to me are things i would like to say back to you … 🤍

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH HHGGGERR THANJ YOU FOR THESE GIFTS )): i will hold them so close to my heart !! and as for the moze fic you had gifted me with, i have that memorized too heh :] every word of it! thank you ): 🤍

[dyke-quixote]

normal anon with the SPOOKY SCARY NSFW thoughts that arose while trying to be normal about little sancho. this vampire has changed my brain structure i swear to god.

i acidentally discovered another kink of mine because i actively come up with more thoughts as i write these. theres lactation im so sorry. <- knows you keep saying we’re on the same wavelength but like. anxiety y’know?? 👍

Sancho not putting the crib’s bars down even if she wants to try to make it to the potty, which is moved into her room at night even tho theres no way for her to reach it. Bonus points if Don Quixote and/or Bari intentionally made sure she drank before bed so she would need to go potty. Warm milk makes her very agreeable because it makes her feel fuzzy but it hits her bladder much harder than anything else for some reason (I INITIALLY WROTE WATER THERE LMAOOO GIRLS NOT DRINKING WATER WHAT AM I ON).

So she’s trapped in the crib, staring at the potty, tears in her eyes just a little bit because she’s trying to hold so badly!!! its right there!! she just needs to wait however long it’ll be for Papa to wake up and come get her and then she can use the potty like a big girl! (She doesn’t make it.)

Combine with secret baby monitor plushies to hearts content but. I really really like omo where less embarrassing relief was just mere seconds away and if she had JUST held on a little bit longer…! because it SEEMS random when Don Quixote enters her room but in reality he was paying attention through the baby monitor. He shows up right after she wets her pull-up and she starts crying and hes like “shhh shhh its ok babies like you normally can’t hold it” and GAH. it makes her head feel fuzzy but…

and oh. oh god. what if they ask her what fixer she wants on her pull-up when they change her. and she has to choose between her favorite fixer (cool! and epic!) knowing that the design will go away (sad :c) when she pees, or picking a fixer she doesn’t like as much (they’re all her favorites she just has less favorites or something idk) because she knows shes gonna use it sooner or later.

combine wearing favorite fixer pull-up to bed + fake near-salvation and you might get Sancho to full on ugly cry. she was so close and now the red m/ist design has faded because she couldn’t hold herself for just a couple seconds more!!! and her papa is so nice and comforting.

why am i censoring fixer names but not the actual characters. whatever. go my anxiety. /silly

bonus fluffy/more sfw thoughts that arose just now: Bari keeping an eye on Sancho even while she’s out exploring because both plushies have a baby monitor. Don Quixote plushie stand in is monitored by Don Quixote, Bari plushie stand in is monitored by Bari. So while Bari is away, she keeps an eye on little Sancho through the plushie.

if Sancho ever finds out about the baby monitor in the plushie, if she’s ever feeling little when Bari isn’t there and she’s missing Bari, she carries it around even if it means people will see it because lil baby misses her.

those two way radio monitor thingies. y’know what i mean right? either way. Sancho struggling to sleep, Don Quixote doesn’t know what to do, so Bari begins to tell a bedtime story. Don Quixote sleeps better when Bari tells bedtime stories too but idk. i just like this trio. you have changed my brain chemicals (<- used to not be a fan of Doncho but ITS GROWN ON ME BECAUSE OF YOU /GEN /POS)

alright no more fluff /silly

(lactation stuff starts here)

transfem Don Quixote on hormones and he ends up lactating. Don Quixote being like “oh! interesting :3 why are my boobs leaking liquids” and Bari being like “oh yeah thats lactation” (I can be mean to Bari too because here she has to explain to Don Quixote and Sancho the purpose of lactation and Don Quixote asks if Bari is capable of lactating and now. Now that idea is stuck in both Sancho AND Bari’s heads and. yeah.)

but Bari explaining lactation is so that a parent can feed their baby. Don Quixote looks at Sancho and cue the ingenious idea exchange. he doesn’t press her on it but the next time she sits on his lap (cause you KNOW that any time her papa is sitting down Sancho near MATERIALIZES next to him to sit on his lap. even in the universe where he tells her to leave him alone she’s still chronically puppydog.*) he takes out a boob and she fusses but eventually gives in and. holy fuck it has the effects of BOTH A HUMAN DRINK AND A BODY FLUID (ie - emotional satiation, even tho when little just being sweet and cute w/ her is really quite filling, the sheer LOVE from her papa’s milk?? but it also hits her bladder like a truck. whoops! sucks too bc afaik it hurts if you have a build up of breast milk and the best way is to either feed or pump it but i think we both know that if he’s going to pump the milk its still going into Sancho’s tummy + bladder. just instead of from the boob its from the bottle.)

Sancho + Bari’s solo adventure (IDK WHAT ELSE TO CALL IT ;A;). Early on Sancho’s little and sitting on Bari’s lap and she’s not quite aware of what she’s doing. Goes to knead Bari’s breast bc she eventually started doing that with Don Quixote to get more milk. Bari having to chuckle nervously because she wasn’t lactating at that point. Sometime later after they stop by some village or something, and Bari picks up some sort of lactation inducer so she can breastfeed Sancho if thats really what she wants. And embarrassingly for Sancho it is what she wants. She’s hit with a totally different set of emotions and love than when she breastfed from Papa and Bari’s milk is somehow so much different and so much the same (and she cries the first time because it reminds her of papa.). maybe she can taste some of the love Bari has for her Papa and that makes her both happy and sad.

(lactation stuff ends here)

* and AUGH DID YOU KNOW. DID YOU KNOW THAT MANAGER OF LA MANCHALAND SANCHO STILL REGRESSES IN MY HEART OF HEARTS. I’M NOT GOING INTO THAT HERE BECAUSE THIS IS PRIME EMBARRASS SANCHO HOURS.

if all heathcliffs must die, then all sanchos must piss their pants and be puppy dog *nods sagely* -v- /silly (shes not puppy dog in like a petplay way (unless? /half joking) but this girl follows Don Quixote around like a dog to the point that its LITERALLY IN THE CANTO SONG girl is SO puppy dog.)

As I was writing the more SFW ask I suddenly got hit with the idea of Dulcinea being jealous of Sancho and the care shes getting from their Father and. Dulcinea does NOT know how to handle the fact shes envious of the girl who pisses herself and isn’t potty trained anymore.

Perhaps going to Nicolina and asking for her to make like. a cloth diaper. tries to phrase it in a way where its not obvious what she’s doing. nicolina goes “Oh so a diaper? ^-^”. Dulcinea about dies on the spot. not up to date on lamanchaland lore and upties but i hc nicolina as like. actively running a store in la manchaland where sometimes kindred show up and are like “hey can i get like. a shirt.” nicolina doesnt ask questions she just makes you your shirt. maybe she throws in a fucked up tie dye. But Dulcinea is SO fucking glad that there was no one else when nicolina just chirps “ah, ok! you want me to make you a diaper? i can do that but I will need measurements.”

something about that power dynamic reversal is actually so. so fucking good. im sorry i know im the one who wrote it but when i write the words come out of my fingers and not my brain. idk how to explain that better LOL

HI HELLO HI. i read quixote on estrogen lactation and got lightheaded. this is literally so good i love this so much im going to cry.

everything about the crib and the plushies and the training potty and bari and quixote is so cute i love it so much i love them and i am HONORED that i have made you endeared to them......

i will NEVER stop thinking of quixote and bari breastfeeding little sancho now that will live in my head forever its so cute...... bari buying something just so she can try and help because sancho was such an emotional mess during the solo adventure wahhh i love them....

also you are SO RIGHT about puppy sancho in every universe. she is SO PUPPY coded. before canto 7 i wrote exclusively puppyplay with don and didnt get into the agere until after canto 7 and now she is so both. (MANAGER SANCHO SO DOES REGRESS YOU ARE RIGHT)

also MAN i always think of Nicolina being a little but the idea of Dulcinea being interested and the swap in dynamics is SO GOOD. ive thought about little Dulcinea before where she likes tea parties and dressing up her Kindred and Quixote but she HATES regressing around Sancho so she tends to suppress it. (also also i ALSO had the headcanon that Nicolina had a store so this is canon to me...)