#The Man Who Ate The Zoo

[reallyromealone]

Seconde chapter of little god?

It just came out so you dont have to

Title: little god 2

Fandom: Jujutsu kaisen

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Megumi, itadori, nobara

Fic type: fluff

Pairings: -

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, child reader fluff, god reader

Notes:

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Every morning was the same routine, Gojo woke up his tiny son who ran around in circles in the yard before coming in for some breakfast that consisted of a variety of foods for the little gods health, (name) pleased as he ate fish and other dishes "thank you papa!" He said as his tail swished, dressed in a more casual yukata compared to his godlier look "no prob, kiddo" Gojo said as he drank his coffee and ate his own meal, smiling at the difference in their tableware.

(Name) Had a cute kid set with zoo animals and plastic cutlery and Gojo with nice china "so today, we get to meet friends of papa"

"Su?"

"No no, not Suguru but he will be there later" Gojo chuckled as the boy looked confused "they're papas students, remember how I told you that I was a teacher?"

" we go?"

"After breakfast we are going" Gojo said happily and (name) bounced excitedly and continued eating his food.

(Name) Sat on his dad's arm as he was carried into the school grounds and Gojo watched as his kid sniffed around curiously "you sniffing, bud?" Gojo teased his son who looked focused "monster" (name) said as coldly as a toddler could as he locked onto Yuji who was waiting with the others at the steps "you can smell sukuna?" Gojo asked and (name) hissed at the mention of the king of curses "you know him?"

"Smelly man"

Gojo cackled at his son who wiggled to be put down, holding his dad's hand as they walked to the student's who looked at the child curious "uh, should a child be here?" Nobara asked as the little one dead stared Yuji "(name), these are papas students" Gojo pushed the boy forward "this is (name), he's my son~ isn't that right?" He crouched to the toddler who pulled some coins and held them out to the teens "it's you!" A mouth opened from Yuji's cheek "smelly!" (Name) Yelled angrily as his horns appeared "whoa, dont go fighting" Gojo held his son back who was ready to throw down.

"Pathetic little cretin, I could rip you--""aaand that's enough!" Gojo lifted his hellion son who tried kicking his dad's student with a growl "we will train at 1130, head to class you three!" he said cheerfully and took his little one away, Yuji tripping up the stairs as if he had two left feet "did you give him misfortune?" Gojo asked the tot who looked angry and frustrated "I know you don't like sukuna, none of us do but you can't hurt my student" he scolded the boy who pouted.

(Name) Was eating salmon and broccoli with cheese while his dad trained the students, abandoning the chop sticks in favor for his dragon form, tail swishing happily as he dived in. "Alright, we will be splitting into twos, let's work with people you aren't used to being teamed with" Gojo paired them up, seeing as his son watched curiously now in human form, face messy as his chubby hands held a piece of salmon "let's do some sparing, I will be right back" Gojo walked to his son and lifted him up "let's clean you up"

"I heard you had a son, didn't believe it" a Zenin clan higher up stated while staring at the toddler, the Gojo duo walking to the rest room "I do have a son, is that a problem?" Gojo stated coldly while adjusting the boy who looked between them, seeing papas glare and decided to match it.

Is it true he's... A god?" They tried to step closer but Gojos infinity halted him from doing so "if you don't mind, we have some business to attend to" the two walked off and (name) stuck his tongue at the Zenin member who glared back.

(Name) Let his dad wash him up, babbling nonsense happily "after school, uncle Suguru is meeting us to take you shopping" Gojo spoke softly, he loved telling his son everything that was happening and their plan. He wanted his son to be included and able to make choices- something he didn't get as a child.

"Susu?" (Name) Asked curiously and Gojo chuckled "yeah, susu"

[hom3landr]

Madeleines

18+

After a hard day, Homelander enjoys his favorite baker's voice in his ear a little too much.

CW: Brief descriptions of gore

Homelander is seething as he leans against the alley wall. The heady scent of iron hangs thick in the air and gore from some unlucky pickpocket drips from his glove onto the dirty ground. The gruesome red mass of blood and bone that was once a human is still steaming in the cold night air. He pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a growl of irritation. His fingers leave a sticky crimson smear across his skin. Usually taking out his frustration on some random criminal helps ease some of the tension in his shoulders but he feels no better than he did before he put his fist through the man’s spine.

How dare Edgar? How dare he?

He stomps on the mutilated remains next to him for good measure, imagining it to simultaneously be every person who is dedicated to keeping him down. Starting with that uppity bitch Edgar appointed to the Seven without his permission. Who did she think she was? The way she stuck that camera in his face like he was some kind of zoo animal and smugly hid behind the protection of the faceless nobodies commenting on the screen like a bunch of shit flinging monkeys had his teeth grinding. 

He thought he’d straightened things out with Ashley after his little demonstration with Blindspot but apparently the universe seems intent on mocking him. He curses himself for draining the last bottle of milk earlier. He should have saved it. He couldn’t help himself and on top of everything else shitty about the day, he now has one less piece of her around. It took them a year to begin the renovations on her office and seeing it bare was an all too painful reminder of her absence. He wishes he didn’t miss her. She doesn’t deserve his love after what she did, the way she lied. But he loves her all the same. 

He sniffs, blinking away the sudden shameful tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. He needs a win. 

He reaches down to touch his hip where the newly sewn pocket holds his phone. Ever since he gave you his number, he can’t seem to go anywhere without it. He had wardrobe redesign his fucking suit just so he’d have a place to keep it safe. The ribbon he still wears tucked into his waistband. A phone can be replaced if it falls out during a flight, the ribbon can’t.

The thought of you is finally what seems to snap him out of his bad mood. The kiss was two months ago but it seems so much longer. He remembers the warmth of your kiss and the softness of you against him on the couch as the two of you ate gingerbread and watched Christmas movies. He’d wanted to take you so bad, fuck you raw against the counter until you dripped with him, hoping that maybe it would take and give you your own little Christmas miracle. He’d had to take a break and jerk himself off in the bathroom just so he could think straight. Even now, his stomach flips at the memory.

He’d been a good boy. He’d behaved himself. He acted a perfect gentleman and there was no way you could have known his depraved thoughts when he swept you up to slow dance to a Frank Sinatra record. The singer wasn’t half bad actually, maybe he’d originally judged him too harshly. You’d blushed and swooned and when he had to leave he gave you one last gingerbread scented kiss, the stars reflecting in your eyes as you leaned over the fire escape to wave him goodbye. 

After that night things mostly returned to normal. With Transluscent’s funeral fast approaching and the new Saving America campaign about to take off, Homelander had been too busy to even think about seeing you. He’d catch you staring at him in the halls sometimes and his heart beat faster every time. Now that he knows you feel the same, he’s almost at a loss as to how to proceed and it’s easier to bury himself in his work where he can rely on dependable fantasy to get his fix of you.

But after the fucking day he’s had, he’s tempted to fly straight to your apartment and kiss you stupid.

Fuck

There’s an idea… no one said it had to be your mouth

His pants grow tight instantly at the thought and the rush of arousal is a nice balm to his wounded ego. It barely takes a second for him to unclick his belt and pull himself free. He groans lowly in relief as he strokes himself nice and slow. The blood still staining his glove provides an easy glide until his cock is standing at full attention and dripping onto his boots. He keeps his touches nice and light, a little tentative, the way he imagines you would. His free hand reaches for the ribbon, holding it to his nose so he can catch your scent. His cock twitches in his grip and he thumbs his slit as he arches into his fist.

He groans your name before releasing his cock to cup his balls, tugging gently to tease himself, imagining your face looking up at him as he plays with himself. The wall behind him cracks as he throws his head back in pleasure.

A tinny jingle breaks through the haze of his arousal and he immediately fumbles to get his phone out of his pocket, recognizing the tune he’d picked for you so he’d always know who was calling him. The ribbon is promptly tucked back away as he slides to answer the call. His cock feels even heavier in his grip as he anticipates the sound of your voice. It’s like you knew what he was doing. This was the first time you’ve ever called him and your timing couldn’t be more perfect.

The first thing he hears is the clang of utensils and he knows instantly that you must be baking. He bites his lip to keep from grinning at how predictable you are. He can almost smell the sugar through the phone.

“Hi! I hope this isn’t a bad time. I’m trying a new recipe from this french cookbook I picked up and I always get nervous the first time I bake something. I figured you could help me take my mind off things while the cookies are in the oven.” Your voice is so sweet and he has to pinch the base of his cock to keep from shooting his load like some pathetic schoolboy. It feels so illicit to touch himself while you are so innocently seeking his company on the other end of the phone. You probably have flour on your cheeks and your strawberry apron on and the thought causes him to throb painfully. He gives himself an experimental tug and his fucking knees almost buckle.

“It’s never a bad time for you to call.” He replies warmly, trying to keep the rasp of pleasure out of his voice so you don’t suspect. You go quiet for a moment and he knows you’re blushing. He bets that if he were there that the smell of you soaking your panties would be filling the room. You get wet so easily. He remembers your phrase from the second time he spoke to you. You have a “nervous disposition” apparently but he knows what really has you trembling and it’s something a lot filthier than a little anxiety. 

“Thanks, that’s very sweet of you to say. I meant to call sooner but Ashley has been running me ragged for weeks with all the prep work for the funeral. I’ve barely had any time to myself.” You reply with a huff and the clear annoyance in your voice has him both amused and indignant on your behalf. He’ll have to have a firm discussion with Ashley about being respectful towards your time. The thought that you could have been calling him for weeks has his teeth on the verge of grinding again so he teases the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock until he relaxes into the pleasure again.

“I can’t have you exhausted at work. I’ll talk to Ashley about giving you a break. You deserve to rest.” He coos at you as his hand quickly finds a rhythm that feels right. 

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot. I miss you.” Your voice softens longingly and he can picture the wistful look in your eyes perfectly. 

You want him so fucking bad.

He thrusts into his fist, briefly removing his phone from his ear and biting into the soft leather of his glove so you won’t hear him moan like a whore. He wants to be good for you. He wants to be your gentleman lover. He wants a romance like the old movies and he wants you to picture him that way. 

But fuck

You want him and it seems pointless to stand here and jerk off to your voice in a blood-soaked alleyway when he could be buried in your sweet little pussy. You’d get over your shyness once he was bouncing you on his cock until you were soaking and shaking so hard that he’d have to hold you steady. He’d take you on every surface until he was sure that he’d fucked all traces of your “nervous disposition” right out of you. 

He has to pinch himself again to hold himself back. He doesn’t want this to end so soon. He tucks his phone between his ear and his shoulder as he gropes at his chest. He really wishes his suit wasn’t so fucking hard to get off so he could tease at his nipples and imagine you mouthing at him. He’d make sure you knew every inch of his body.

“I miss you too.” He answers truthfully, leaning back against the wall and bracing his feet wide so he can really fuck into his fist the way he imagines fucking you. 

Have you ever even had your pussy licked? He hopes not, he wants to see your face the first time you feel a tongue on your pretty little clit. He wants you to gush all over his face till it soaks into his suit and he can smell you for weeks after.

“Maybe once things calm down, we can hang out again.” You sound so hopeful and the soft noise of rustling fabric makes him realize that you must be fiddling with the hem of your shirt. You kissed him first and yet you still seem unsure of his returned affection. You still worry that his voice will turn to a harsh rebuke again.

“I’d like that. Y’know, maybe I could fly us to Paris so you can do some first hand research. A cookbook will only get you so far. I’m sure Vought could arrange a meeting with a pastry chef.” His cheeks flush as he imagines you beaming at him under the glow of the Eiffel tower, soft and pleased with him as he leans down to kiss you tenderly. You’d appreciate what he could do for you. He wants to do so much for you.

His balls tighten up at the fantasy and he finds it a little strange how the innocent scene has him closer to coming then all the filthy scenarios he could muster. 

“Oh” 

You sigh, and he can hear the flustered wonder in your voice at the thought.

Oh

With a strangled groan he comes, hot thick ropes of come covering his fist, his suit, dripping to the ground in milky white puddles that fuse with the crimson aftermath of his earlier rage.

“I’ve never been to Paris.” You reply breathlessly in a way that almost mirrors his own ragged panting. 

He takes a moment to catch his breath as he strokes the last remaining remnants of his pleasure out of his tender cock, whimpering at the almost too much ache of sensation.

“I guess it’s a date then.” 

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Later, once he’s back home and clean and snug in his bed, he sleeps well for the first time in weeks. He dreams of the Paris sky and the stars in your eyes as you look at him like someone you could love.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

The Return of Superman- Doyoung

(cw: f!reader, kids)

Doyoung felt awkward. He'd forgotten how he normally acted in his own home, how we acted with his own kids. Did he offer the cameramen food, snacks, or water? Did he tell his toddler to keep away? Why did he agree to this?

He sighed, standing from the bed, his first day alone with the kids. You'd left just a few hours ago, pressing kisses to the kids' foreheads and caressing his cheek. "You are going to be fine, my love. They're easy kids. I love you," you had smiled at him before making your way out of the house.

Doyoung was nervous. Not only was this the first time he'd be alone with his kids, these next few days would be the longest time he'd have spent away from you since the kids were born. He hated it.

He was also nervous that he would be boring to the viewers. He had a 8 month old and a 2 year old. The producers and his managers had reassured him that he would be fine, fans just wanted to see a more domestic side to Doyoung. It had taken some convincing, but he had agreed in the end.

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"Wow, he's a professional!" One of the commentators marveled.

Doyoung could be seen in the kitchen feeding both the kids at once. With one hand he held the bottle of formula to his daughter's mouth while she laid across his lap, propped up with a small pillow. With his free hand he fed his son who was strapped into the high chair. He moved so fluently, he really did look like a professional. He even managed to wipe up the mess from the toddler's face while.

He burped the baby while his son left the kitchen in favor of going to the living room to play with his toys. Doyoung watched with a soft smile, wiping up some drool from the baby girl.

His son was busy chattering away, showing off his cars and animals to the cameraman while holding up his toys for the camera to see. Doyoung laughed softly while placing the baby girl on her stomach on her play mat. Hearing his sister's happy coos, the toddler brought an armload of his toys over to his sister to share.

The commentators all cooed, completely heart warmed, "Oh my goodness! What a good brother, wow!"

The scene cuts to Doyoung's confessional, he laughs as he answers the question from one of the producers, "I know it looks sweet, but it took a while to get here. He doesn't care for sharing, but it's getting better. He doesn't share his favorite toys with her, won't even let her touch his favorites." He runs a tired hand down his face, "his favorite cars are the ones with bright colors that light up and make sounds, of course that would draw the attention of a baby, but he screams when she reaches for it. They toys he shares with her are just toys he doesn't really care for anymore."

"Ahhh, that makes sense. He's a smart 2 year old," another commentator adds with a chuckle.

The scene changes to show Doyoung loading the kids into the car. The toddler patiently waits while Doyoung lays the baby in her carseat and gets strapped in.

"Excited! So excited!" The toddler smiles giddily.

"Are you excited to go see the animals, Bub?" Doyoung asks while he straps the toddler into his seat.

A commentator gasps excitedly, "they're going to the zoo! Oh, they'll love it."

The scene cuts comedically to Doyoung's flushed face as he hoists his son up and carries him away from the lion exhibit. The baby girl watches with curiosity, her first in her mouth from her position strapped to her dad's chest.

The commentators murmur in confusion, "what happened? He was so excited!"

The camera crew follows the small family to bench, filming while Doyoung wipes his son's face and makes him drink water. "You can't climb in with the lions. Baby, they would eat you." The toddler only cries harder, sniffling as he takes a sip from his Spider-Man cup. Doyoung sighs deeply, "what would I do if the lions ate you, baby? What would Mommy say when she came back from her trip? She would be so sad if her baby boy was gone, right?"

The toddler nods sadly, "don't want Mommy to be sad... or sister." He leans forward to press a wet kiss to his sister's cheek.

The scene cuts to Doyoung's confessional. He has his head in his hands, laughing tiredly, "I can't wait for my wife to come back."

[simplydannie]

Previous: The Escape || The Escape: Waiting Game

Inspired by @meadow-hearthfire ask:

["The Escape"] I bet Veneer played fetch with Rhonda at some point during the passing months between him leaving Mount Rageous and Velvet leaving.

Veneer finds himself in Bergen town after his escape with Floyd from Mount Rageous. What’s holding him back from moving on? His sister. But an unknown little friendship helps him take the next steps.

Veneer sat outside a bench of what was Bergentown. It was simple, nothing much especially for it being the home of the king of the Bergens. They really were simple creatures, nothing like the rustling and bustling chaotic lives of Rageons.

It had been a couple weeks since his arrival, since he awoke from his mini coma…. And there was still no sign of his sister. He tried to push that at the back of his mind, as far back as he could. She had made her choice and he made his…they both had to live with it. Yet, he still felt sad, burdened, guilty. He felt like he abandoned his sister…

“Aarr rrooo.”

He jumped at the sound. Veneer looked around but didn’t see anything. “Weird…” he told himself.

“Aarr rrooo.”

“What in the world!” He looked around again. Veneer peeked underneath the bench, that’s when he saw bulging yellow eyes blinking at him curiously. A white little creature came walking out.

“Umm, okay.” Veneer looked at it in confusion. It looked like an animal, but then it looked like a bus. But buses weren’t alive? At least not where he was from…

“That’s an Armadillo Bus.” He turned to find Branch looking at him from on top of a post. “Her name is Rhonda. She belongs to John Dory.”

“She?” He looked under her legs. Veneer got a little too close for comfort, she growled and snapped. “AH! I’M SORRY!” He jumped back and hid behind the bench.

Branch laughed from on top of the post and made his way down next to Rhonda, “Do you not know anything about animals?”

“Well, yes, I do….from books I’ve read.”

“Haven’t you had any pets?”

“Oh! A goldfish named Sparkles!”

“Have you ever been to a zoo?”

“Define zoo.”

“Seriously?” Branch arched an eyebrow. Did he not know about wildlife? There had to be wildlife somewhere in Rageous.

Veneer began to grow nervous for some reason, he began to ramble, “Rageous is purely, well, mostly artificial: Mount and Under…So not a lot of wildlife. Except for the Rageous Woods, but no one goes in there…well only the crazy people of Under Rageous. It’s scary. Me and Vels went in there once, we almost died…”

“Veneer. VENEER! Calm down man.” Branch said.

“S-sorry.” He looked at Rhonda who had calmed down next to Branch. She was scratching her head, tongue sticking out panting. Veneer attempted to reach over and pet her. That’s when Rhonda scowled again, baring her teeth she snapped at Veneer. He yelped and withdrew.

“It takes time dude. She’ll warm up to you in no time.”

Sometimes he’d prefer the company of the Trolls, but mostly, Veneer liked spending his time alone the passing days… He didn’t feel like speaking much to anyone…except maybe his sister, but she was nowhere near. He hadn’t eaten the following day, Floyd forced him to go get a burger at the local fast food place the Bergens had. Veneer didn’t really feel like eating, but to make Floyd feel better, he obeyed.

“Want to have a bite together?” The little Troll had asked.

“No…I think I’ll have this alone…for now.”

Floyd nodded, but he worried that Veneer was spending too much time alone…He worried that certain thoughts would enter his mind. The little Troll was about to trail along until he saw devious little Rhonda trailing after the tall Rageon. Interesting, he thought. Rhonda really wasn’t one for strangers…at least JD had said…

Veneer sat under the old Troll tree. Clay had told him about its dark history, and the history with Bergens. He knew Bergens ate Trolls, the ones in Under Rageous hadn’t gotten the memo…and they were terrifying. It was interesting to see how the Trolls and Bergens got along here…like nothing had ever happened. Could that be a future they could also share with Rageons?

“Arr Roo.”

He heard the familiar little cry. Veneer turned to see Rhonda peeking from the corner, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. Veneer looked at her with a mouthful of burger. Rhonda inched closer sniffing the air, that’s when he figured what she wanted.

“You want some of my burger don’t you? Can you even eat this stuff?” Curiously, Veneer tosses a piece of his burger towards the little creature. She sniffs it….then quickly gobbles it up, “Oh shoot, you can.” He tosses her another piece. Every little piece thrown she eats right up. Veneer laughs then starts tossing her some of his fries; it begins to turn into a game of catch. He’d toss the food farther and farther and she’d run and go get it. The cycle continued until he was all out of food.

“Well, that’s it…I didn’t even get a few bites in. You actually ate it all!” He exclaimed. Rhonda sniffed the air. She sniffed the ground and got closer and closer to Veneer that he became afraid to move. Veneer stood still as the small armadillo bus sniffed around him….suddenly, she spun circles and lay near his leg. What just happened? He slowly placed his hand on top of her little body…She didn’t snap, she didn’t growl, she just lay there with her eyes closed, her breathing steadied as she lulled into a slumber. The little creature actually allowed for Veneer to touch her and pet her…Branch was right, she began to warm up to him after all.

Day after day Veneer began looking for Rhonda. He’d ask John Dory where she was at and if he could play with her. He made it their thing where he would buy a burger and share with her. Veneer had only ever had a goldfish as a pet, he was able to teach it a few tricks, though no one believed him. Eventually, he began trying to teach Rhonda some tricks too.

“Okay, sit.” He said. She stared at him wide eyed, scratching her ears. “No, sit. Like this.” He mimicked what he had wanted her to do…She still stared at him with her tongue out, blinking oblivious. “Okay, this is definitely going to take some time to do…”

More days went on as Floyd began to see a shift in the young Rageons nature. Before he would sulk in thinking about his sister. Though he still did, Veneer became distracted and occupied playing with Rhonda. The little Troll would smile as he’d see the two bond: poor Veneer would try his best to teach her tricks while she only stared at him cluelessly, one day he saw them play fetch. Seeing Veneer like this once again was relieving to Floyd, but he still couldn’t help but think back to Velvet. How were they to go back and get her out? Would she even come with them if they did? The Mistress had a strong hold on her. Floyd was trying to figure out a way they could go back and retrieve her for good, because if they couldn’t, Veneer would only be more heartbroken than he already was.

That night Veneer lay alone on his bed staring at the ceiling. He had hoped he could bring Rhonda to sleep over, but JD needed her for an errand he had to run. Spending time with the little creature made him think of what else lies outside the Bergen walls, what else lay outside the glistening lights of Rageous. The world was big, there was so much, much…LIFE! Veneer had always been curious about the outside world. He remembered his sister was also curious at one point. They were so close to tasting freedom a couple of times too during their ventures into the Rageous Woods, but then they couldn’t escape…because they were being watched. They always were, but now they weren’t, at least Veneer wasn’t. Maybe he could go venture the world now and eventually find his way back to his sister. Maybe this is what he needed to grow…

The next morning, Branch was making himself a cup of coffee in his bunker he now shared with his brothers.

“Morning guys.” He declared as he brewed.

“Oooooh! That smells good!” Clay stretched.

“Thank you, thank you. It’s of my own making.” Branch gave him a smirk. He began to serve a cup to each of his brothers…that’s when the ground beneath them trembled.

“Whoa, whoa!” Floyd called out as he steadied himself. Within moments it stopped… ”What was that?”

Knocking was heard at the bunker door, “Branch! Branch! Branch! You have a visitor!” Poppy’s voice called out.

“A visitor?”

The brothers walked out to quite the sight…There standing amongst their village was Veneer, a giant amongst them all. All the Trolls marveled at the sight of him. He came to discover that to the Trolls, Rageons were known as the Giants…They were far taller than most Bergens after all. Veneer saw Branch emerge from the doorway of the bunker.

“Hey Branch!” He chimed.

“Arrrr roo!!” Rhonda came speeding in at the sound of his voice. She nuzzled close to him, begging for affection.

“Hey girl!” Veneer patted her and rubbed her stomach. Rhonda cooed and purred.

“Hey…that’s my armadillo bus.” JD said with a pout on his face, a tinge of jealousy crossing his tone.

“Looks like you have competition.” Clay teased.

Pop Trolls popped out their homes to marvel at the giant that walked into town. Young Trolls climbed around his feet. They could see he was afraid to move even an inch, afraid he’d accidentally step on someone…he had already almost squashed John Dory at one point.

“Why did you come all the way over here?” Branch asked.

“You’re a survivalist aren’t you?”

“I don’t like to brag…but yes…yes I am.” Branch crossed his arms with a smug look on his face.

“Good. I want you to show me how to do it!”

Branch shook his head in confusion, “Wait, say what?”

“I want to explore this world Branch. Learn some new things. Eventually, go back and find my sister. And i think you’d be the perfect person to show me!” Veneer shook in excitement.

“Whoa hang on! I TOO spent some time in the wilderness thank you very much!” John Dory added, “So I would find myself much more experienced than my little brother here.” Branch rolled his eyes.

“OH! Okay! If you come that means Rhonda can come too!”Veneer exclaimed happily as he snuggled the little creature.

Branch withheld a laugh as John Dory’s face took a more serious tone, “Sure. Get excited for the armadillo bus…Not the year’s worth of experience I have.” He glared at Rhonda, “….Traitor…”

“Okay Veneer….Looks like you TWO mentors here who want to teach you what we know. Question is, when do we start?”

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

The Mercs take Y/N to a nearby carnival in the badlands

WARNING: Chaos ensues. Why the fuck would you take them anywhere?

Scout:

- He’s fine with this. He used to love going to carnivals. It was all him and his family could afford on weekends.

- You’re somewhat bothered by the heat but he’s resilient as fuck. “You want me to grab you some water, babe?” He doesn’t even wait for an answer. Returns in fucking milliseconds with water. You don’t know how he’s so damn fast.

- Sits on the fariswheel with you, he had planned this to be super romantic but he feels awkward. He tries to lighten the mood by standing up in the car and whacking his ball into the poor crowd of people. “Watch this. This is for you, babe.” The sandman ball hits a guy in the face and probably kills him. You’re pretty convinced he’s not alive anymore. “Home run!” He calls out. “Woooo!”

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Solider:

- EXCITED. EXCITED. EXCITED. If he were a dog he’d be wagging his tail. For all the wrong reasons. You know full well you’re in for a ride. It’s not a thrill ride.

- He takes the shooting games way too seriously. Gets mad when he doesn’t get the plush toy prize and pulls out his actual stock rocket launcher to rely on pure splash damage. (Where the fuck did he even hide that?) They’re forced to hand him his prize in fear for their lives.

- If you lose a game, he beats the shit out of the person running the stall. He insists it’s their fault and the game was rigged. Your shot is flawless.

- You leave him alone for TWO SECONDS and he’s already harassing a random bird on the fence he believes to be a Russian drone. Children are staring at him. You can’t take this man anywhere.

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Demoman:

- He’s not used to this. He went to the Highland games as a kid. Never really had a carnival around his village. He experiences a bit of awe and intrigue as you walk the streets with him. He’s still in his vest and the people of Tuefort are heckling him. They know he’s one of those annoying mercenaries. He thinks this is fucking hilarious.

- He hates the food though. Eugh. He discovers pretty quickly he has a dislike for fried chicken. Insults America’s tastes to hell and back. Almost fucking vomits when he tastes the mac and cheese. What the fucking hell is wrong with you people?

- “Err.. Dontae think those rides are a bit dangerous?” He asks, jutting his thumb behind him. He doesn’t notice the kiddy rollercoaster breaking into pieces behind him followed by screaming families. He’s probably too used to that sound to process it coherently.

- Suspiciously eyes the men setting up the fireworks for tonight. He glares at them while sipping the cheap alcohol he begrudgingly bought at one of the food stalls. Nitpicks them for setting them up wrong. He sets them up himself but the fireworks nearly kill everyone. Turns out he made them more efficient. By that I mean deathly. “No, sweetheart. they’re FIREWORKS. FIREWORKS.” you tell his drunken stupid ass.

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Engineer:

- Oh fuck he’s excited. He had good memories going to carnivals as a kid. Eats like a fucking beast and doesn’t hold back. You watch this man consume more than his own body weight.

- Goes straight to the mechanical bull. Asks you to hold his cowboy hat he wore on the way here. “Sit back and let a big man like me show you how it’s done, darlin.” He doesn’t even fall off once. It looks like he’s barely even moving. He stands up on the fucking bull and flips off the last guy who ate shit on it. Embarrassing him in front of his kids.

- As you’d suspect he’s sort of insulting the lack of regular maintenance on the rides. Whilst in line for the Zipper he shakes his head like a disappointed father and scraps the rusted paint off the ride with his glove. Crushing it to dust between his fingers. Shakes his head some more and sighs.

- Congratulations. The state of these rides have broken this poor man. He can’t take it anymore. Take him to the petting zoo with the farm animals right now before he suffers a brain hemorrhage.

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Heavy:

- “What did little baby say about carnival?”

- He’s heard of carnivals in plenty of books but his life of isolation has prevented him from ever experiencing such a thing. The concept is almost alien.

- Well, he goes with you and he hates it. He looks like an incredibly discontent kitten the entire time. As you ride with him in all the kiddy rides, he looks even more pissed as he just so happens to break one of the rides upon sitting in it. The consequences of being a giant mass of muscle are truly unfortunate on this day.

- His face brightens up a little bit as you buy him a footlong sandwich. He’s never seen a sandwich this big before. He eats the entire thing within’ minutes.

- Finally you find a place in the carnival he somewhat enjoys but pretends not to. He hits the high striker so hard the bell fucking breaks and goes flying. He complains that this game is too easy — until he’s handed a cute little toy bunny of course. “I have been gifted rabbit?”

- Everybody is now batshit afraid of him.

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Pyro:

- YAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Bouncing in the car the entire way there. Miss Pauling had to drive you two there because Pyro doesn’t own a vehicle. She sighs in exasperation and asks pyro to“please quiet down, sweetie. Pauling is thinking.”

- You have a massive dog jumping off the walls of the car right now. They can’t sit still. Pauling is miserable. In other words, water is wet.

- Once she drops you off she makes you both swear to not catch anything on fire. It’s bad for business and doesn’t give them a good look. Pyro has no intentions of listening to her and heads straight for the fire eating performance. In their point of view; these people are somehow consuming rainbows.

- They do all sorts of things with you. Allowing you to lead the way to any attraction you felt drawn to. Whether it be trying to get dolls or getting on a ride. They seemingly want to do as much as possible before the sun goes down.

- after you tell them it’s late, they groan in despair but nod obediently. Prioritizing your guys’ shitty adulthood of work was sadly something that had to be done. They held your hand on the way back. Carrying a shit load of plush dolls in the other massive glove.

- “Did you two have fun?” Miss Pauling asks, you swear she puts on a motherly voice just for pyro. He excitedly claps his hands and agrees with her. She blinks though and sees the chaos behind you. You trace her gaze with confusion, wondering what she was gawking at. For some reason the entire carnival was on fire and you didn’t even notice on your way out that it spread to pretty much every corner.

- You both look back at Pyro. They’re holding a match. Of fucking course. Miss Pauling rubs her face. “I’ll call the firemen..” She sighs in defeat.

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Sniper:

- “Carnivals are stupid.” He says, a lit cigarette between his teeth. “Jus’ mediocre entertainment. Not even good. Believe it or not I have standards for my own personal pleasure as well. I’m not going to some stupid thick headed colonel sanders’ freakshow to eat hot grease n’ Emu legs.” You have to correct him that it’s technically turkey legs. “Whatevea mate.”

- You somehow manage to convince him anyway. But he was doing this only for you. He growls as you drag him by the hand onto the carnival grounds. Wishing he was back in bed. He glares at everybody who even dares breathe in his direction.

- He likes the farm animals well enough but quickly diverts his attention away in slight intrigue upon seeing the shooting gallery. You are thrilled and BEG him to win a prize for you. “There’s no way in hell i’m doing that, love.” You want to see this guy in action and the look of shock upon everybody’s faces as Sniper beats multiple children.

- Well.. Okay. But only because you keep inflating his ego with your compliments. He goes up, gives the person in charge his money, and brings the scope to his eye. Multiple kids are in the gallery next to him and missing every single shot on the fake cardboard animals. He mutters an insult to their ineptitude. He doesn’t even have to look to know they didn’t land a shot.

- Sniper takes down literally all the targets within’ seconds. Including the ones that the poor children were shooting at. Every. single. cardboard animal.

- The person running the stall begrudgingly gives him the biggest teddy bear they have. The Teddy bear that multiple families present were wanting to get in the first place. Kids are complaining and parents are complaining. Life’s suddenly great. Sniper looks amused at the amount of attention and cracks a smile at you. He wonders how you knew this would make him happy.

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Medic:

- “Ack! what complete nonsense! I am far too busy of a man for such boyish games!” He acts dramatic about it. Crossing his arms and turning up his nose.

- “Yeah but— what if somebody dies on the broken ass rides? That’s like free organs right there.” You say.

- “Hoo. Well, you do have a point. Alright! I’m convinced. But only this once.”

- Medic is actually rather terrible at the gun related games. He can’t aim precisely. At one point you found a crossbow related game and he held his hand over his mouth in embarrassment. Realizing he had managed to hit everywhere but the desired target. You joke that hey— at least a life isn’t on the line this time. He passive aggressively slaps you over the head lightly with his glove and moves to the next game.

- You go to the bathroom and come back to see him dragging a bloodied dead body into his car. “Ah, I’d explain but it’s a rather long story!” he says enthusiastically. Accidentally holding up his equally bloodied ubersaw, and then immediately hiding it behind his back.

- He won’t go on the rides. He’s bold and brash but he isn’t an idiot. He knows full well those things aren’t structurally sound. He stands up tall in his usual thinking pose. A finger to his chin as he takes in the sight of the rides. “What are you thinking?” You ask him. He grins at you. That disgusting, devilish, i’m-making-an-evil-plan grin. You are now scared.

- He steals an entire fucking carnival ride for less than moral medical purposes. The ENTIRE FUCKING THING is in the back of his car and the car is chugging along. Wheezing and trying to get this thing back to the base. He’s going to break it apart and sow the parts onto a Frankenstein-like creature.

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Spy:

- Mother of god, can’t you guys go on a more relaxing date? One with less screaming, noisy music, and people? What about a nice five star restaurant? Or the park?

- He refuses to eat any of the food. At all. He’d rather starve in a ditch than eat such filth. Not even bothering with the alcohol. He avoids people like the plague and you’ll turn to ask him a question and WHOOOOSH! he won’t even be there until you reach your hand out and blink his invis watch by poking him. “Stop cloaking, pussy.”

- He literally begs you to choose another place. PLEASE. End his suffering. You swear you’ll find something here he enjoys though.

- You were standing in line for a ride and once you got to the front he had stepped out of line and said “Oh! after you.” In typical gentlemen fashion. Letting you go on the entire ride by yourself. You glare at him from the ride and he’s smirking mischievously. Waving his fingers to greet you.

- For the rest of the night he takes it upon himself to mess with you. You offer him some cotton candy and he hands it to a little boy in a stroller instead while nobody was looking. You saw that in the corner of your eye. “Im not fucking blind, Spy.” You say. He puts his hands behind his back innocently. “Oh, what? I consumed the wretched morsel like you asked!” “No, you didn’t Spy.”

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

hey do you guys remember how I said that I was going to use patreon to write up content that would be WILDLY too long for tumblr? yeah. this is uuuuuh a little less than 6000 words about a bad Animal Planet series from 2008 that no one watched but me and my sister.

and here's part of the introduction under the cut for freebies, in case you want a little sample:

If you weren’t a painfully introverted animal fact kid in the early 2000s it’s almost impossible to explain the degree of sway that Animal Planet and its shows held over me as a child. Meerkat Manor, Animal Cops, The Most Extreme, The Little Zoo That Could, Prehistoric Planet, River Monsters, all of Steve Irwin’s work, and truly any and all non-serialized programming about any animal imaginable. I ate it all up, even the terribly boring half-hour programs like Backyard Habitat and Petfinder that they only played in the weird wee hours of the morning. 

Crucially, this programming is mostly of a nonfiction bent. Prehistoric Planet uses a framing device involving the use of time travel to bring extinct animals into the present to live in a zoo, but ultimately they’re trying to teach you some facts about some beasts, and while Meerkat Manor was definitely anthropomorphizing and editorializing the drama those meerkats experienced, it was at least rooted in the very real Kalahari Meerkat Project, which has been intensively documenting the behavior of meerkat mobs for many meerkat generations.

But then we get into the oddballs. In 2004 Animal Planet aired Dragons: A Fantasy Made Real, a British “docufiction” produced for Channel Four that sought to contextualize the nearly-global mythology of dragons in real history and biology, complete with CGI recreations of dragons in their “natural habitats.” That’s all fine and good; there’s nothing wrong with using a fake thing to teach people about real animals’ evolution and anatomy. The Loch Ness Monster episode of River Monsters is excellent for this, as you can tell that host Jeremy Wade (angler, freshwater detective, and criminally fuckable old man) doesn’t expect to find a monster literally at all and is just taking the opportunity to introduce his audience to animals they might not otherwise know about, including the noble Greenland shark. He pulls the same trick again in a later episode where he’s sent to discover the “truth” behind sea serpents and winds up diving in search of the elusive oarfish.

Dragons is… not doing that. Instead it offers up a framing device following a completely fictional paleontologists who “suggests the theory that a carbonized Tyrannosaurus rex skeleton on display was killed by a prehistoric dragon” (thanks, Wikipedia) and then has to go on a quest to save his career by proving that dragons totally existed and he’s not crazy. And he’s not! The piece ends with him discovering straight up for-real dragon bones in the Carpathian Mountains. If you were, say, an impressionably soft-brained 8 year old watching this, well holy shit. Congrats! It turns out dragons are real and nobody knows but you. 

Why did Animal Planet air this? God only knows, but it wouldn’t be the last time they dabbled in this shit. 2012 saw another piece by the same creator, Charlie Foley, called Mermaids: The Body Found which posited that various governments are holding merpeople captive and also relied on the infamously eugenicist aquatic ape theory to justify how merpeople could exist. The CGI on that one creeped me the fuck out, although I was at least old enough by then to recognize it wasn’t real.

Between those two docufictional farces, Animal Planet got a little freaky and rolled out some fake factual content of their own: three season of the TV show Lost Tapes (2008-2010, RIP), which purportedly showed “found footage” from incidents of humans having terrifying encounters with cryptids and fighting to escape with their lives. Interspersed with the fully fictional stories were segments of experts talking about folkloric history and speculating as to how creatures like Sasquatch and sea serpents could be real, which was an admirable effort to make it educational but often fell pretty short. There’s a werewolf episode where their expert weakly offers up that there are tons of transformations in nature, like caterpillars turning into butterflies. Notably that has absolutely nothing in common with a human turning rapidly into a wolfbeast and then shifting back, but they tried! They stopped trying as hard by season three, by which point they were throwing any and every beastie they could think of at the wall: there are episodes dedicated to zombies, a poltergeist, two different types of vampires, and the Aztec god Quetzalcoatl. 

Also straining belief was the dedication that some POV characters had to keeping their cameras rolling. I don’t blame the writers for that; it’s hard coming up with a fresh gimmick for “found footage” in every episode. Some of them, like characters wearing body cameras, are pretty smart; others, like a teenage girl continuing to film on her phone while being hunted by the Jersey devil, are not. They’re very much running on horror movie rules; the characters are as dumb as they need to be to make the plot go. To the show’s credit the dumdums are frequently punished, and it’s not uncommon for every single named character to end up dead at the hands (or claws, fangs, whatever) of the monster of the week. 

Needless to say, as a 12 year old I thought this was extremely edgy and cool. I was old enough to recognize that the so-called found footage was fake and that the acting was mostly very bad, but I liked cryptids and some of the show’s better episodes could still creep me right out. I think geeky 12 year olds who like to get a little freaked out on purpose are probably the ideal target demographic for this show, followed by nostalgic 20-somethings who have seen every episode several times.

(Hi, editor’s note: having completed this list it turns out there are WAY more episodes than I thought and I fully Do Not Recall some of them, so egg on my face.)

[rottenpumpkin13]

Today is (hypothetically) Angeal’s birthday, and Zack has named himself party organizer, as this is a surprise birthday party. He drags Cloud, Sephiroth, and Genisis to help him, and the rest of SOLDIER volunteers to help. What shinanigans would happen?

Angeal's Birthday

• Angeal's birthday this year unfortunately falls on the same day he's away on a huge mission. The good news is that he's due to return that very evening!

• Zack has the idea to throw him a surprise birthday office party and gets Sephiroth, Genesis and Cloud in on it. He tells them his idea during lunch.

Zack: He's gonna love it! We can get a cake, play cool music, and we can even rent out some animals for a makeshift petting zoo!

Sephiroth: In light of Angeal's absence, I have to be the voice of reason and say that that's a bad idea.

Genesis: We can get you your own horse.

Sephiroth: The petting zoo is an excellent idea and I have never doubted you for a second.

• Cloud gets an idea. He stands up on the table and shouts for everyone to hear.

Cloud: HEY!

*Everyone stops eating and looks at him*

Cloud: We're throwing Angeal a surprise birthday party and everyone's in charge of planning it, okay? Everyone show up with their own activity or drinks or whatever you want to make the party fun.

*Genesis tugs at his pant leg*

Genesis: Isn't it unwise to—MMF! *Sephiroth covers his mouth*

Sephiroth: Do not take the horse away from me.

• Many hours later, Angeal comes back tired after a grueling three days in the Gongagan jungle. All he wants to do is report to Lazard and then take a long, relaxing bath—WHY IS THERE A MONITOR LIZARD WEARING A PARTY HAT!?

• Zack rushes after the lizard with a net while the creature scurries off.

Zack: GET BACK HERE! LIZARD DEUSERICUS DON'T IGNORE ME!

• Meanwhile Roche comes in carrying what's clearly a box of explosives.

Roche: Guys, are we sure these are fireworks? I'm gonna set one off just to make sure.

• Reno and Rude are manning the DJ table playing the most crass music known to man. Rude has a monkey on his shoulder.

• Tseng is coordinating a group of Turks who are filling a jacuzzi with foam.

• Roche sets off the explosives indoors.

• Director Lazard runs past Angeal and does a backflip, all while shouting "WOO-HOO!"

Genesis runs after him frantically.

Genesis: GUYS, DON'T EAT THE CAKE. THE BAKERY GOT THE ORDER WRONG. IT HAS WEED IN IT!

• Zack runs by again. He's screaming and crying. This time the monitor Lizard is chasing him.

• Roche shows up covered in soot and coughing.

Roche: *cough cough* Those weren't fire works.

• Lazard does a flip with athletic precision and runs off again. He's singing some pop song off-key while Genesis runs after him, also crying, pleading with him.

Genesis: PLEASE PUT ON SOME CLOTHES!

• Cloud rolls out of nowhere wrestling a clown on the floor. The two are locked in an avid fist fight.

Cloud: SON OF A BITCH. WHO SENT YOU!? WHAT DO YOU WANT!?

• The clown is turning blue.

• Angeal suddenly remembers that Cloud is afraid of clowns.

• The lizard is still chasing Zack, who's terrified screams fill the air.

• Tseng is yelling at Reno to turn off the music. He's playing My Neck, My Back at max volume.

• Genesis rushes by with his face covered in birthday cake. He has his arm around Lazard and the two are laughing. Genesis ate the weed cake. Genesis is high.

• Cloud is still fighting the clown while crying.

• Suddenly Sephiroth, shirtless, rides up to Angeal on a white horse.

Sephiroth: Happy birthday.

Angeal: Oh my god I'm done.

[gibuckaroo]

Buck has never been jealous before because he thinks he has no place and right to be jealous about Eddie.

Of course he’s been uncomfortable with Eddie’s relationships before, any person who has expressed to be close with Eddie. Of course, he felt it with Ana, with Marisol, even Lena Bosko (and if he was being honest maybe he felt the most uncomfortable with Lena, because Lena wasn’t a partner outside of their space—she was there inside their home. She sat in the same bench press, she ate the food Cap made and shared it with Eddie, she bumped her knees with Eddie in that corner in the fire engine Buck thought would just be theirs, she exchanged war stories with him. She was his partner for a time, in the way Buck was Eddie’s partner), but the difference was they were all women.

And don’t get Buck wrong—he’s not lumping women together to just generalise and categorise them all in the same way. Women are all unique and strong and Buck loves women. He does. And that’s not the point, but the point is—even Lena couldn’t really occupy the space he thought he made in Eddie’s life because they were women. Nobody can know Eddie the way he does, in their self made relationship that rarely made sense to anybody else. Nobody can share that part of Eddie’s life other than him. Nobody can take care and relate and talk to Chris the way he does.

In Buck’s head, no man can ever be close to Eddie this way. And women, well, he has learned to live with it. After all, Eddie was married when he met him. He knows Eddie with women. He understands it. He accepts it. He knows someday, Eddie will settle down with an amazing woman and it will be hard at first, but Buck will be happy for him. He will accept it, he will learn how to live with it because that’s just how life is supposed to be.

And he was prepared, he’s been preparing.

So, sure, he’s been uncomfortable. Sue him, he has abandonment issues and a thousand other things wrong with his self esteem, so of course he’s going to be slightly uncomfortable with any new relationship Eddie forms.

But nothing prepared him for the gnawing that happens at his chest for the image of Eddie and Tommy Kinard.

Women, he was prepared. He knew, even platonically, he can never truly offer what they can to Eddie. He’ll never be able to fill that space, that role, that was never his to take.

But this? This is Buck’s space, this is his territory, this is his home.

And Eddie is smiling and touching him, letting his eyes flit over that man in such a fond earnest way that Buck thought it’d take him years to give. But here he was giving it to Tommy.

This; Buck can’t comprehend. This; Buck can’t understand. This; is eating him from the inside out. He can’t even bring himself to say anything afraid that anything that’ll come out of his mouth would reveal just how truly ugly and selfish and rotten his feelings are.

Tommy can come in Eddie’s life and fill the Buck shaped whole he has made sure to be there for the rest of their lives. Tommy can be Eddie’s best friend. He can easily imagine Tommy slotting in Eddie’s life, in Christopher’s too. He can imagine him there in the kitchen, beer in his hand and talking to Eddie about their days. He can picture him in the Diaz’s living room sleeping in Buck’s couch after ten rounds of video games. He can see him making Christopher laugh and taking him to the zoo and baking cupcakes with him.

Hell, he can even see Tommy and Eddie arrive at the Grant-Nash residence, shoulder to shoulder and laughing and talking and people would just accept it.

Because Buck has already taken that spot and people won’t notice that the person Eddie’s with now has a new face, has a brighter laugh, probably easier to be with, too.

Because fact is, Buck is replaceable. He is forgettable. Eddie once told him he thought he was expendable, and Eddie was right, but he was wrong about Buck being wrong.

Buck knows it.

Buck feels it already happening.

He’ll just be another person that went through Eddie’s life and Eddie will forget about him, about everything they’ve been through and he won’t pay him any thought after he leaves.

But Eddie?

Eddie will be with Buck wherever he goes after. Eddie will be there in the corner of his loft holding a beer that’s never going to be finished. Eddie will be there on his couch waiting for him. Eddie will be there in the passenger seat laughing as Buck zooms through traffic, but tells him to be safe once he gets off. Eddie will be there in every corner and every memory and every reason why Buck has become who he is the past few years.

Buck will never forget him.

But Eddie? Eddie’s already slowly forgetting him.

Eddie’s replacing his spot, and soon after, he won’t even remember that once, Buck was here.

And that Buck loved him, and Christopher, and the life they have made so much. And Buck will just fade, and fade and fade.

[journalsouppe]

Many... many months late but here's my Ace Attorney: Trials and Tribulations spread!! What a fun ending to the original trilogy, I truly fall in love more and more with Ace Attorney with each installment I play.

Phoenix stickers are by Peachcott! Be Gay Solve Crimes is by Ozlisky!

Writing typed below!

Rating: 9.5 Played: Sp 2023 Port: Nintendo Switch Favorite? Y Replayable? Y Recommend? Y Series: Ace Attorney

Comments:

P for Penis

MIA POV LETS GO

Payne's hair is almost as bad as gossip's lip

Feenie is so cute and pathetic

FEENIE'S POUTY FACE

i absolutely love 3-1 it is such a good opening case

is the disbarment message foreshadowing...

omg Ron's sprites are really cute

YOU ATE IT???

i genuinely can't tell if Ron is guilty or not...

front facing Phoenix jumpscare

Adrian!!! She's doing well!!!

he said!! he said the name of the game!!!

omg i see the Godot/Barok resemblance

not the badgers in handcuffs (skull emoji)

is the red diamond desiree and ron is protecting her??

obsessed that Phoenix's first thought after finding out about Gumshoe's crush is to gossip with maya

who was that goth lady??

obsessed with godot

love the sax in godot's theme

phoenix is so shocked and speechless from the coffee LMAO

godot caught each seed with his mouth??

don tigre is SO red

Gumshoe x maggey is so cute

PUT THE JUDGE ON THE STAND!

she bit the badge (skull emoji)

mia is in a courtroom full of bozos

not the mormon beard judge

"YOU CAN'T JUST 'OOPS' YOUR WAY OUT OF THIS!'

diego zoo wee mama

BRATWORTH!!

"poor baby... the court record seems to have wet itself" insane thing to say

i think mia is officially my favorite

crazy 3-4 ending

omg i'm edgy

i don't like how maya is treating Nick in 3-5 :/

i'm going to punch bratworth

LOVE EDGEYS MUSIC PEARL IS STILL MISSING??

LOVE edgey vs fran

the building convo is giving me terrible flash backs

GO BACK TO THE HOSPITAL NICK

love my silly girl gumshoe idk if kitten or princess is worse

3 DAUGHTERS?

morgan is so fucked up

dahlia is in maya's body... right?

go off pearls!!

when did pearl/mia get here T_T

a man??

EXECUTED?

THE SETUP IS SO CRAZY

everytime edgeworth opens his mouth the more im confident he's a gay man lmao

girl boss mia fey

Summary

THIS GAME WAS SO FUCKING GOOD. The setup throughout the whole trilogy was great, especially all within Trials and Tribulations. I love how bits and pieces of each case(or even large portions) had a ton of relevance to the final case. The characters were amazing and had great development, I loved playing as Mia and Edgeworth, that was such a delight, and im so glad we got to battle it out against Franziska as edgeworth. I love the other 2 games but the cohesiveness of the entire story within this game was spectacular. It truly reminded me of DGS 1&2 and why i love it so much. I really love how we also got to see young feenie, bratworth, and mia, the dialogue was especially entertaining. I cannot get over the twists and turns of the last case. I could never have predicted what was going to happen. I love complex mysteries like this, they're so entertaining but also im constantly thinking 'how do you even plan this all out?' The narumitsu in this game is so perfect too... omg. Incredible game , I absolutely loved it!

[hannahwatcheshorror]

RED DRAGON (2002)

The classic Hannibal tale told in an intoxicatingly fascinating way. Based on the book by Thomas Harris and with the same story as Manhunter this movie bests your expectations on all sides. Fantastic acting, killer scenes, and the movie flows extremely well. The film was so good that when I was done watching it I ate it.

⭐⭐⭐⭐.5

(Trigger Warning Rape, Suicidal Ideations)

Edward Norton plays Will Graham, a man who can put himself in the shoes of any killer to solve a crime but it messes with his brain chemistry and we all know what goes on then (boundless depression), so he wants to quit but he gets pulled back in the game by a particularly nasty villain they nicknamed the Tooth Fairy. Our Tooth Fairy is Dolarhyde who works at the video store and meets Ms. Reba McClane who is a cutie patootie but is also blind so she doesn’t see half of the red flags that D has waving half of the time (like his crazy enormous back tattoo). 

There is a scene where they need to get the fan letter from Hannibal's cell and inspect it without him knowing and it is so thrilling. They kept showing Hannibal looking suspiciously around, it was so intense! I was missing the fear that Hannibal would find out from Manhunter. They also circled back around to it later and made it known that Hannibal figured out the trick which makes a lot of sense because the man is a genius. We also have our classic Freddie Lounds cookout.

The entire date where Dolarhyde takes Ms. McClane to pet the tiger from the zoo is wack. She fondles the tigers balls and D is all excited and then when they get back to his place he watches a home video of the next family he wants to murder/rape and Reba hooks up with him! Wack! She had no idea what he was doing though. Also I’ll never understand why in the morning she just went off and explored the house on her own, not even because she is blind, but just because it seems like a bit of a rude thing to do (and what if she got hurt!). D was all worried but mostly because the Red Dragon inside him was telling him to kill Reba and he didn’t want to!

Instead he hoofs it to the Brooklyn Museum where he gets some facetime with his favorite painting so what does he do? HE EATS THE DAMN THING. (Neon Demon WHO?) He apparently does this to try and stop the Dragons power over him but I think it was also because he loved the thing so much he had to consume it, much like the child who ate the Maurice Sendak drawing because, “I’ll eat you up, I love you so.” Will finally catches on that the murderer is watching the home movies too and is hot on D’s trail.

This film had a much more exciting ending than Manhunter because Dolarhyde takes his lady love back to his home, fakes suicide, burns down his house, then goes after Will Grahams family. You think it ends at Dolarhyde’s house but no, the thrills don’t stop there! The movie ends   with Dr. Chilton letting Hannibal know there is a young lady who would like to have a word with him, basically the beginning of The Silence of the Lambs.

[helpimstuckposting]

Two Minute Notice - Chapter Four

Steddie Big Bang snippet

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Eddie tossed the notebook onto the coffee table, curling up on the couch as he gave up again. Maybe the lyrics would come to him in a dream.

They didn’t.

He didn’t remember anything, just darkness until he felt a soft hand trailing along his forehead. He blinked awake, city lights twinkling just outside the hotel windows. The city had grown dark around him, though he could see the small stove light on in the kitchen, and could make out the silhouette of Steve crouching down by his head.

“Tired?” he asked, fingers still trailing lightly through Eddie’s hair. His head was throbbing from the impromptu nap, not entirely sure of how long he’d been sleeping. He groaned and sat up, blanket falling from his shoulders. He knew he didn’t have that on when he’d fallen asleep, and his heart soared at the man in front of him, like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, toes dangling over the abyss that was Steve; no words for the sudden urge in his throat to jump. 

“I wanted to let you sleep a little more, but I made some pasta. I figured you probably haven’t eaten anything yet.”

Under oath to the lord above, he knew he’d never do better than Steve Harrington. There was no one better than Steve Harrington, in this life or the next.

Steve gently led him over to the kitchen, pulling him by the hand, placing a bowl of food in front of him and watching as Eddie ate every last bite. He’d forgotten he hadn’t had anything but a cheese stick that morning, it was no wonder he passed out immediately after coming home. Steve knew that, too — knew Eddie like the back of his hand and wished he’d had time to make Eddie a proper breakfast that morning. Maybe he’d try to wake up early the next day, set Eddie up for a successful day and wake him up with a warm plate of breakfast.

“How did it go today?” Steve asked, and Eddie seemed to tense. That wasn’t a good sign.

“Creel came by-”

“But you said-”

“I know what I said, but he showed up anyway.” Eddie sighed, shoving away the empty bowl and anxiously tapping his fingers against the counter. The last thing Steve wanted to do was make Eddie irritated after what seemed to be an exhausting day. He took a deep breath and the seat next to Eddie, squeezing his knee gently. Okay, no commentary from the peanut gallery, he’d just listen for now.

Eddie gripped Steve’s hand tightly and started again. “He showed up to tell everyone the showcase will be broadcast. Cameras, online voting, behind the scenes footage.” Eddie scoffed. Steve wasn’t sure why this was bad, exactly — he’s pretty sure Eddie was used to having cameras around him at this point — but he kept that to himself. 

“And that’s not bad, technically, but it’s not good. I think…” He paused, unsure if he wanted to voice his concerns out loud, or if he’d just get another ‘I told you so’ for complaining about Creel again. “I think he’s really trying to replace us this year. You should have heard him today, like he was hyping up lions at the zoo for lunch time. And I’m the lunch!”

Steve scoffed, readjusting his face when he caught the indignation on Eddie’s. “You’ve been the winner of this thing for ten years, Babe, I don’t think it’s possible to replace you.”

“Yeah, maybe before, but it seems like he’s actively trying to, now. What if I crash and burn? It’ll be on live television! This isn’t just me potentially tripping on stage anymore, this is the end of my career, broadcast for the world to see!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Steve interrupted, “Who said anything about the end of your career?”

“That’s what it’s going to be if I fuck it up infront of an entire camera crew,” Eddie whined, panic gripping his voice once again.

“Okay,” Steve said, twisting to take both of Eddie’s hands in his. “I know you think this is the end of the world, but it’s only day one. You’ve got a whole week ahead of you, and I know you’re going to crush it. Breathe for me, okay?”

Eddie nodded, numbers running through his head again. In for four. Hold for four. Out for six. Repeat. Four, hold, six. Repeat.

Steve carded his fingers through Eddie’s hair as he breathed, and Eddie’s heart rate calmed to a manageable pace again. The slip of fingers against his scalp grounded his thoughts, let his rational side come back to him. Steve was always so soft with him when he needed it, sweet like cocoa on a winter’s day, secure like a weighted blanket on his chest, holding him down until the panic was manageable once more. Eddie opened his eyes. He watched as Steve’s eyes tracked his nervously and he kept breathing, if only to wipe that look off of his boyfriend’s face. He didn’t need to drag him down, too.

“I’m okay,” he assured.

“Maybe I can get Robin to thin my schedule this week, and I can be here when you get home,” Steve suggested. Before he’d even finished, Eddie was shaking his head, squeezing the hand still clasped in his.

“No, I’m alright. Creel said he won’t have time to stop by again, so that was the last we’ll see him this week.”

“Well thank god for that,” he laughed, “but that’s not what I meant. I don’t like when I can’t see you until-” he glanced at the clock on the stove, “Ten o’clock. Ugh. Plus, if you’re having a hard time this week, I want to be there for you. It would make me feel better to see you, and I could really use the company when I’m so busy.”

Eddie rolled his eyes fondly, knowing that Steve was just trying to make it seem like he needed Eddie, instead of the other way around. He was trying to make it easier for Eddie to swallow the help.

“Compromise,” Eddie said, instead of calling Steve out. “Maybe we could have one night together this week. I know you’re busy, and Robin would kill me if I fucked up your schedule, and I don’t want to be the reason you’re behind.”

“Okay, first of all, I would be fucking up my own schedule. And second, you drive a hard bargain, but you’ve got yourself a deal, Mr. Munson.” Steve extracted his hand from Eddie’s, only to hold it out in front of him for a handshake. Eddie laughed, shaking his hand like they’d just closed on a new business deal, and used the hand to pull Steve into a kiss. “Deal,” he said against the other man’s lips.

Steve nodded when he pulled away. “Good, now tell me something nice that happened today.”

So Eddie regaled him with the story of meeting Dustin in the bathroom, conveniently leaving out his mini panic attack. With waving arms and flowery language, he made the encounter seem larger than life and recounted what he remembered about Dustin’s bandmates and how they were also from Indiana, ‘Isn’t that crazy? Like, what a world,’ as Steve nodded along with a smile.

He told Steve about his curly mess of hair, and how Steve would be so excited to get his hands on it and drown the boy in his hair products. Eddie also threw in the part where Ronnie almost went full Hulk on Creel, throwing her clipboard at the wall of the lounge and kicking her high heels halfway across the room. He felt nearly like a new person by the time they both tucked themselves into bed for the night, thinking once again that there was certainly no one else out there like Steve Harrington.

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AO3

[drunkinchicago]

coriolanus snow x lucy gray baird

link: chapter 1, link: chapter 2

Chapter 3: fallen angel

Coriolanus is the name given to a Roman general after his military feats against the Volscians at Corioli. Following his success he seeks to be consul, but his disdain for the plebeians and mutual hostility with the tribunes lead to his banishment from Rome. In exile, he presents himself to the Volscians, then leads them against Rome. After he relents and agrees to a peace with Rome, he is killed by his previous Volscian allies.

In reference to Gnaeus Marcius Coriolanus, (5th century BC)

"The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone."

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

Coriolanus did not revisit the conversation between himself and Dr. Gaul until much later, her words reverberating in his skull as he hung his coat. It’s known that the two of you didn’t sleep together; how distracted you’d be with that little songbird in your bedroom. He walked toward the dining room with his hands shaking. Bedroom. Songbird. Bedroom. Two of you, together. Sleep together. Lucy Gray, God, Lucy Gray.

An array of platters awaited him at the dinner table, each covered with a stainless steel cloche. Coriolanus stared at them blankly, noticing that only one setting was arranged. Tigris must have notified the staff that she would not be present, but then again, she rarely was. Coriolanus wasn’t sure where she spent the majority of her time anymore - he only knew that he was largely by his lonesome in the Snow penthouse. There wasn’t a financial need in Tigris continuing her employment, and she hadn’t a variety of acquaintances to stay with. The most he’d seen of his cousin recently was in the final days of Grandma’am’s life and her funeral, during which Tigris would often descend into nostalgic recollections of their childhood. Coriolanus refused to indulge them, struggling to remember much other than the sound of cockroaches scuttling along the rotting floors. He could tell that her opinion of him changed, and funnily enough, she hardly knew the half of it. Tigris had no way of knowing the reality of Sejanus’ death, and she didn’t ask for details about his life in Twelve. Only once had she asked about the end of his relationship with Lucy Gray, to which he bitterly responded:

“She left me.”

But that’s not the end, Coriolanus reminded himself as he removed the silver lid of the largest plate, revealing roasted duck and an endive salad. Dr. Gaul was going to find her. It was true that the Capitol had been taken with Lucy Gray - the public would be ecstatic at the return of their sweetheart. His sweetheart. There was much more advantage than disadvantage in obtaining her from wherever she was, shivering in a tattered dress. It’d been months since he’d seen her. Was she thinner, if possible? How was she surviving? He almost choked on his duck as he recalled the rage of losing her, eternally possessing a snakebite shaped scar to remind him of his stupidity. That fury was ebbing, though, making way for the notion of understanding - what they had before, they could find again, all the good parts of it. He planned to make her kiss that scar. Kiss it better, Lucy Gray, kiss me there first and everywhere after.

During his meals alone, he liked to remember the Games. Selfishly, Coriolanus found himself missing them dearly. At any time, he knew where she was and who she was with, and greatest of all, she needed him. Lucy Gray yearned for him so much then, her eyes coming to life when he approached her cage at the zoo. He desired nothing more than to be back in those moments of budding attraction, her skirt tearing on the concrete floor as she ate and drank only what he provided her with. With his hand on the enclosure bars and his eyes flickering toward her lips, it was then that he began to visualize what he wanted. He became acutely aware of it when they kissed the first time, feverishly and as though they could eat each other alive. Maybe he wanted to. He couldn’t imagine how good she’d taste.

When he’d given her that white rose at their first meeting, she’d locked eyes with him and opened her mouth wide, placing the petal she’d plucked on her tongue. “Tastes like bedtime,” she’d murmured. He loved that view, towering above her as their height difference permanently allowed. Lucy Gray had looked particularly innocent and intimate then, dirt grazing her soft cheeks, fingers in her mouth. One day he hoped to ask her to recreate that scene, to bathe her himself in rose petals and buttermilk. When she arrived, she would be allowed to have however many roses she wanted. He’d pluck the stems for her, place them behind her ear with his other hand around her neck, bringing her to the edge. That was just one of the many scenarios he envisioned, playing them on a loop.

She wouldn’t be getting the roses at first, though. Coriolanus knew he had to be strong and make her prove herself. Why did you leave me, Lucy Gray? Why did you leave me? He hoped she’d arrive at his doorstep in shackles even though the sight of her in chains had once deeply disquieted him. She had lessons to learn. He’d answer her questions, too, prove himself in the same light. It was going to be difficult not to ravage her. That would be the hardest part, keeping his hands to himself when Lucy Gray was before him. He’d never really gotten the post-Games reunion he’d envisioned, the one interrupted by his Peacekeeper sentencing. If only his cheating hadn’t been discovered! Coriolanus had been practically running through the halls, looking for his tribute, excited to see and feel all the ways she was going to thank him. He wanted it in the Capitol, and that’s how it was supposed to be. Coriolanus Snow and Lucy Gray Baird, winners of the 10th Annual Hunger Games - didn’t they deserve it? It was a moment they’d never be able to retrieve. He was just going to have to invent better.

Although he knew it was well-prepared, everything tasted sour in Coriolanus’ mouth. He tossed the plates to the side, slamming his hands on the table as he stood to signal to the maids that he was finished. They quietly entered the room just as he was leaving it, gathering the untouched feast. He wanted to be in his room - that’s where he could remember her best.

His quarters had been entirely transformed at the hands of the Plinths, resembling the likeness of a castle rather than its prior rat-infested, dilapidated state. Nightly he slept on a grand canopy bed with velvet drapes and silk sheets, sizable enough to fit several people. A hand-painted portrait of himself on his first day of University hung directly parallel to the room’s door, being the first thing anybody saw when they entered. His hair was shorter there than now, combed to one side. He preferred his curls despite their boyish cadence. This was how he looked when Lucy Gray met him after all, his hair falling in front of his face as they kissed. Isn’t that when she fell for him? He wanted to set the scene for her when they would inevitably reunite. Strabo Plinth had pointedly installed a fireplace on one end of the room, a massive one that cast an ominous red glow when lit. “For when Snow gets cold,” Strabo had joked, nudging Coriolanus as though he was actually his father. In response, Coriolanus simply forced a laugh.

Other furnishings in the bedroom included several bookcases equipped with countless historical texts, a dark wood loveseat in one corner, and an impressively sized desk covered with ink pens and writing paper. His brocade curtains allowed for utmost privacy, only a shade lighter than obsidian. They were frame-tall, setting off his curved windows like a picture. When they were open, he could see so much of the city, so much of what he wanted to own and control. The final detail was several imported Persian rugs, placed carefully to cover ancient stains. On occasion, Coriolanus would lay flat against them, welcoming their warmth and carefully woven texture. They were expensive, luxurious, and fit for a king. He couldn’t wait to show them to Lucy Gray, imagining her own body laying against one, her hair fanning out around her face. Perfect.

At least Lucy Gray would never see the penthouse how it used to be, dimly lit and falling in on itself. He wanted her to see him as a true Snow, and get the Snow experience as a result. She was bound to love it, the life of a victor. How could she not? She’d not known something this good, and he was going to show it to her, to what he owned. She’d fit right in with everything else that belonged to him.

As Coriolanus crawled into bed, he wondered how much longer he’d have to sleep in it alone. Dr. Gaul was right. They’d hadn’t slept with another, and it wasn’t because he hadn’t wanted to. Of course he did. He’d had the desire from the second he saw her on television on Reaping Day with her tight corset and doe eyes. There just hadn’t been the right setting for it to take place. Their run of things hadn’t been the easiest after all, but they still found room for kissing, for lots of it, for biting each other’s lips and holding one another’s faces. When he thought back to the sensation of kissing her, Coriolanus realized that he would kill for it. He would commit murder to touch her. Hadn’t he already?

Enjoy the show.

That damn voice, the automated welcome to the arena. It consumed him at night, reminded him of the wanting, the fear, the intensity, the power of it all.

Enjoy the show.

Holding her as they walked into the arena tour, the small intimacies in the dark, moving just as the cameras came into view.

Enjoy the show.

The club in his hand, up, down, up, down, crashing onto Bobbin’s face over and over and over and…

Enjoy the show.

“And last but least, District Twelve girl . . . she belongs to Coriolanus Snow.”

Enjoy the show.

[chevvy-yates]

OC INTERVIEW

got tagged by @therealnightcity. 🤍

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Decided to give Thyjs a go as well! And let him answer. I'll try to keep it short as in general Thyjs talks least of all (there are excuses though).

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///_NAME?

"De Wit. Thyjs. It's pronounced like 'nice'."

///_NICKNAME?

"'Storm', sir!"

///_GENDER?

"'Cis male' ik denk – dat is how you call it, right?"

///_STAR_SIGN?

"Cancer."

///_HEIGHT?

"1,85m."

///_ORIENTATION?

"I fell in love with Ryder, who is a man."

///_FAVORITE_FRUIT?

"Granaatappels¹ and grapes. Especially the first. Ate them often during my service in Afghanistan." — ¹pommegranates

///_FAVORITE_SEASON?

"Spring. There is nothing more beautiful than tulpenvelden² as far as the eye can see. And I love papavervelden³ as much!" — ²tulip fields ³poppy fields

///_FAVORITE_FLOWER?

"All flowers are pretty. The ones I named before, yellow flag iris, all kinds of lilies, beautiful anemoon⁴, crocus, and the little sneeuwklokje – u call it snowdrop. I also love hortensia, bolderik⁵, entire composietenfamilie like madeliefje and margerite⁶, but also centaurie and klokje⁷. There is more but I stop now — oh, nog een! Ry told me to tell his favoirte flower as he always forgets the name: korenbloem⁸. Very pretty purple flower!"

— ⁴anemone ⁵agrostemma githago ⁶asteraceae, like daisies and margerites ⁷centaurea and campanula ⁸Centaurea cyanus

///_FAVORITE_SCENT?

"From the natuur: the smell of a storm coming. And Ry— hij ruikt zoo heerlijk⁹! He uses a strong fragrance. That mixed with his scent, I have to admit, I'm addicted!"

— ⁹he smells so good.

//_COFFEE_OR_TEA?

"Coffee over tea. But both is alright!"

///_AVERAGE_HOURS_OF_SLEEP?

"Six to seven hours. Average sleep time."

///_DOG_OR_CAT_PERSON?

"Dogs. I can't cope with cats. Need loyal animals."

///_DREAM_TRIP?

"I have seen many parts of this world. Everywhere can be a 'dream' when you are with the ones you love. But ik mis Nederland. Want to go back one day when enough time has passed."

///_FAVORITE_FICTIONAL_CHARACTER?

"I have none. But I will say my dad. He was my hero and will always be. God zegene hem¹⁰."

— ¹⁰God bless him.

///_NUMBER_OF_BLANKET_YOU_SLEEP_WITH?

"Ry and I sleep with one blanket. Sometimes it gets lost."

///_RANDOM_FACT?

"I'm kind of a human defibrillator. I can manage to bring someone back who just died by using my electricity. It's a low chance, though."

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tagging those I know have more than one blorbo (bc so many did this already):

@morganlefaye79, @wraithsoutlaws, @gloryride, @sammysilverdyne, @a-pirate, @mhbcaps and @dustymagpie

as always not a must and idk if u been tagged already or not, but feel free to do anytime, especially if you got more blorbos than one!

[petitelepus]

FOX'S WEDDING, PART 7

KITSUNE!RENGUKO KYOJURO X FEM!READER

Summary: You and Kyojuro start working out for real and you are dying. Luckily, the rewards are damn good and worth it.

Warnings: Kissing

A/N: Female Reader, Kitsune Kyojuro, Kitsune Senjuro, Kitsune Rengoku, Monster Musume!AU

PART 1 II PART 2 II PART 3 II PART 4 II PART 5 II PART 6 II PART 7 II PART 8 II PART 9 II PART 10 II PART 11 II PART 12 II PART 13 II PART 14 II PART 15 II PART 16 II PART 17 II PART 18 II PART 19

Days went by and you or Kyojuro neither mentioned the fact that you had kissed him after going out on a date to a local zoo that was run by demihumans. The next morning when you woke up, you realized just that you had kissed your fiance for the first time and due to your embarrassment, you didn't mention it…

The problem was that Kyojuro didn't bring it up either, thinking that you needed time to figure out your feelings… Which you did, but he didn't need to be that consideration, dammit!

So the two of you circled around each other while maintaining healthy ways of living.

Senjuro, Kyojuro's little brother was honestly a blessing from God. The young fox would happily help you around the house, and no matter what needed to be done, he was helpful and willing to assist you the best way he could.

He would wake up with you or sometimes even earlier so he could help you prepare breakfast for you two and Kyojruo who ate like a horse. He would also help you with laundry, and then around the rest of the house, such as dusting the furniture or vacuuming and washing floors.

One day, about a week after your kiss with Kyojuro, you got a visitor. Someone had rung the doorbell and while you and Senjuro had your hand full, Kyojuro went to open it.

"Mister Smith!" The older Kitsune smiled at the sight of the human male, "Please, do come in! I'll ask my beloved bride to prepare us some tea!"

"Tea sounds great," The man in a dark suit nodded as he walked into the building and after taking his shoes off, he and Kyojuro walked to the living room where you and Senjuro were folding clean and dry laundry.

"Mister Smith!" You blinked as you put the shirt on your hands down and went to greet the man, "It's nice to see you! Would you like some tea or coffee?"

"Tea would be great." The man said and you nodded as you turned and went to put the electric kettle on and while it heated the water, you set the cups and took out your green tea.

"Kyojuro and Senjuro, would you like some tea also?" You asked over your shoulder as you put the cups down and Senjuro's head popped into view from behind the couch.

"Yes please, big sis!" The younger fox called and you glanced at Kyojuro who smiled and nodded, "Yes, please, my Hime!"

"Alright, thank you, four cups of tea coming!" You nodded before looking at the men, Kyojuro and Smith standing by the doorway, "Please take a seat and I'll prepare tea."

"As my beloved bride wants!" Kyojuro smiled and Mister Smith nodded as they took a seat, Senjuro soon joining them. Soon, the kettle was done and the water was boiling so you poured some hot water into cups where the green tea bags were. Once you were done with that, you sat on the table opposite Mister Smith.

"So…? What brings you here, Mister Smith?" You asked but you were smiling, already knowing the reason behind his visit. The man smiled as he reached for inside his jacket and pulled out red and yellow wallets.

"I'm here to deliver the royal Kitsunes' own debit cards!" The human male said as he handed Kyojuro the red wallet and the yellow one to Senjuro. The brothers blinked as they opened the wallets and saw small bundles of money and their very own bank cards.

"Wait, does this mean we can buy stuff now?" Senjuro asked as he glanced at Mister Smith who smiled as he sipped his tea and nodded, "Yes, young lord Senjuro. Lord Kyojuro's bride," He looked at you, "Requested that the two of you would get your own debit cards so you could buy things you want without her always being there."

"How thoughtful of my Hime!" Kyojuro exclaimed as he looked at you and smiled, "You are so kind!"

You blushed and tried to hide it by sipping your own tea, but you burned your tongue the second you sipped the drink. How Smith didn't burn his tongue, you didn't know.

"I just want you guys to be able to buy food you want or something else in case I can't be there with you." You explained and the fox brothers nodded, understanding your reasoning.

Mister Smith smiled as he pulled two cards from his pocket and slid them to the brothers, "So, here are the PIN codes you need to remember if you want to buy anything. Do not show or tell them to anyone else but yourselves in case someone would steal them."

"Understood!" Kyojuro nodded happily and Senjuro nodded also, copying his brother. Mister Smith nodded, pleased that the brothers accepted the new change happily, "Then, I wanted to come and ask about your relationship. You have been living together for almost 2 months already. How are you all getting along?"

"Oh, everything is perfect! Senjuro helps me around the house when Kyojuro goes out for his daily jogs, we went on a date a week ago to the new Zoo, and then we-!" You cut yourself off, remembering that kiss. You blushed and tried your tea which was much cooler already, but still hot.

Senjuro looked confused why you had turned quiet all of a sudden, while Kyojuro smiled as he held his tongue. Mister Smith nodded, seemingly satisfied with your reply and you were thankful that he didn't try to pry any further.

"I'm happy to see that all three of you can live in harmony. Many would fail when suddenly put in your shoes, but you have made it work with each other." The human male nodded as he finished his tea and got up, "Then, I will take my leave, you have my number, in any case, something happens."

"You're leaving already?" You asked, confused, but the man just smiled and nodded, "Yes, I have other families to visit and I'm already running late."

"I see. Well, thank you for your help!" You nodded and you and the brothers wished the human male a good day as he took his leave and left the house.

You were extremely pleased that Mister Smith was able to bring the brothers' debit cards. They were old enough to buy stuff without you monitoring them or their money use. You smiled as you looked at them, "Now you two can buy anything you want, like food, books, movies, or such, without having to have me there."

"But I like having you keep me company!" Kyojuro exclaimed suddenly and you blushed as you frowned a little, "I can't be always with you, Kyojuro. What if you were on your daily jog but got hungry all of a sudden? This way you can walk into the closest convenience store and buy yourself something to eat."

"I…" Kyojuro nodded slowly, "I understand your point."

"Can I…" Senjuro started carefully, "Can I buy myself books and movies I'm interested in?"

"Of course!" You nodded happily, "Just don't use a fortune!"

The three of you were all smiles as you talked about the books and movies Senjuro was interested in. Based on what you had seen Senjuro read, he favored many different genres, so maybe he liked different movies also? When you were all finished with your teas, you got up to take everyone's cups but as you reached for Kyojuro's cup you felt something in your back crack and you flinched in pain.

"Ouch…!" You groaned and the fox brothers noticed your flinch immediately.

"Is everything alright, my Hime?" Kyojuro asked and you waved your hand in a carefree manner, "Oh, just my back acting up. I should probably stretch and maybe exercise or otherwise move more."

"Why won't you join big brother for his jog?" Senjuro suddenly asked and you blinked in confusion, "But I just did a little over a week ago?"

"No, I mean, for his afternoon jog, not morning. That way the two of you can spend more time together…" Senjuro looked down and frowned a little, "The two of you have been a little… I don't know if distant is the right word, it's like something happened between you two?"

You and Kyojuro flinched. Had it been that obvious that you were feeling a little nervous around each other? The two of you glanced at each other, your eyes meeting before you looked at Senjuro again.

"I'm sorry if we worried you Senjuro." Kyojuro apologized and you nodded, "We didn't mean to. I assure you, everything is okay between me and your big brother. We aren't fighting, we aren't mad, sad, or anything like that."

"Then… What happened?"

You bit your lip nervously and before Kyojuro could tell the truth, you exclaimed, "You know what? You are right Senjuro!" You turned to look at Kyojuro with a little forced smile, "If it's okay with you, I would like to join you on your jog!"

"I would be honored!" The older Kitsune exclaimed himself and the two of you were all smiles so Senjuro wouldn't worry again. The young fox wasn't that young, but he still shouldn't be worried about what was going on between his big brother and his bride.

The next day came quickly, breakfast went by, followed by lunch, and soon enough it was time for your and Kyojuro's afternoon jog. You liked Kyojuro, you really did, but you despised exercising.

"Kyojuro?" You called your fiance's attention as the two of you were stretching before the jog you were going to take. The older Kitsune hummed as he turned to look at you and you winched already, "You know I'm in bad shape, don't you? So, how about we make a small run around the block and call it a day?"

You knew you were shamelessly trying to swindle your way out of the jog to the park and back, but you had a feeling your words had no effect on the Kitsune because that smile of his didn't go anywhere. No, it grew wider.

You knew you were shamelessly trying to swindle your way out of the jog to the park and back, but you had a feeling your words had no effect on the Kitsune because that smile of his didn't go anywhere. No, it grew wider.

"In that case, we can stop by the park to rest and I'll teach you some good basic exercise moves to strengthen your body and mind!" He shouted happily and you groaned out loud in defeat, but your whining and complaining fell to deaf fox's ears.

"Now, let's go!" Kyojuro cheered and you grumbled but despite your sour attitude, you followed after your fiance. It was clear that Kyojuro was taking it easy for you, slowing down and cheering you on, but as you thought earlier, you were in really bad shape… Yet you still made it to the park and to the familiar bench where you had talked with Kyojuro and asked him out on a date.

The two of you sat on the bench, or you more likely collapsed on it. You were panting hard as you tried to fix your irregular breathing. Kyojuro was all smiles as he handed you the familiar water bottle and you drank almost half of the bottle.

"Carefully my beloved! I don't want you to choke!" Kyojuro said happily and you lowered the bottle and glanced at the fox next to you, "I don't know how you do this every day Kyojuro!"

"I do take weekends off so my body can rest!" He nodded and you grumbled at the idea of jogging like this almost every day. The two of you rested in silence so you could catch your breath, but there were other things taking over your mind.

How you shared both of your own families' backgrounds with each other on this very bench and how you asked him out on a date… Followed by a kiss before nighttime.

Once your breathing was even, you prepared yourself mentally for this conversation. You turned to look at your fiance and carefully started, "Kyojuro…?"

"Yes, my precious Hime?" He asked as he looked at you and you tried your hardest to keep eye contact but you found your gaze wandering to your hands.

"There is… Something I want to talk about…" You said carefully and he smiled, "About what?"

"About…" You swallowed nervously, "What happened a week ago…"

"Yes?" He nodded and you felt your mouth dry, "I… Uh…"

"Hm?" He just smiled wider and you had enough.

"Ah, never mind, forget it." You shook your head, trying to shake off that blush that burned your cheeks so viciously. Instead, you asked, "What's next, boss?"

"Now, we start with some simple exercises!" He said as he happily jumped up on his feet and you whined, "Nooo…!"

"Yes!" Kyojuro smiled, "Now get up and I'll show you the right stretching and then we can start!"

"You're a demon…!" You groaned and the damn fox had the guts to laugh at you, "A Yokai actually! Now, up!"

You did as your fiance told you to and he showed you how to stretch and you followed his example. Then came the fun part. The real exercises, as you liked to call them.

The push-ups and lunges that he made you do and the blank he made you hold…!

It was brutal to poor little you who barely moved or rather exercised besides the housework and visiting the grocery store, and now that you had Senjuro helping you with housework and Kyojuro carrying your heavy grocery bags, you moved even less.

Now, finally, he had you on your back on grassy ground with your feet pinned to the same ground.

"Kyojuro…! I can't…!" You whined but he didn't take a no for an answer. No, he smiled and he held your legs, "You can do it! Just a couple of sit-ups and we are done and can go buy something to drink!"

"No…!" You whimpered, "I can't…!"

"Do this and I'll give you a reward!"

"No reward is worth this!" You cried out in a mixture of pain and frustration. Your body was hurting from being pushed to the limit and you were frustrated because you wanted to match Kyojuro's expectations.

"I can't…"

"Just try one time! If you don't like it, you can stop!"

"I already know I won't like it!"

"You never know unless you try!" Kyojuro was still smiling and believing in you, even if you were acting like a petty brat. You both hated and loved it.

You shut your eyes as you growled, giving in and using all the strength your abdominal muscles possessed and you somehow managed to lift your upper body up and against your bent knees. That's when you felt something touch the top of your head. As you went back down you opened your eyes, confused.

"What-?" You blinked and Kyojuro smiled, no, he absolutely beamed in joy, "You did it! Can you do it again?"

"I-!"

"I know you can do it!"

How the Hell could you not try when he was being your biggest cheerleader at the moment? You groaned as you closed your eyes and forced yourself up again and-!

It happened again! Something touched you but your forehead this time! You opened your eyes as you went back down and you saw Kyojuro smiling down at you.

You blinked, confused, "Did you just…?"

"What?" He seemed genuinely clueless. Maybe you just imagined it, "Ah, nothing…"

"You're doing so well! Do you think you can do one more?" He asked and you groaned as you put the hands behind your head and pushed-!

You opened your eyes as you felt something press against your lips and you saw Kyojuro, kissing you. You felt your eyes widen in shock and your muscles ache and give up, making you fall back on the ground. You were staring at the Kitsune and he chuckled as he grinned, "How did you like your rewards?"

Wait, those were your rewards? You were sweaty and gross and he still kissed you willingly? He… Wanted to kiss you?

"Do you want to do a couple more sit-ups or are we done here?" Kyojuro asked and you stared at him for a second before blushing.

"It depends…" You mumbled in embarrassment, averting your gaze because you couldn't stand to look him in the eyes, "Does it mean that I won't get any rewards in the future if I won't do more sit-ups…?"

"I promise you, I won't stop no matter what! Not anymore!" He said happily and you were feeling both so happy and embarrassed because of how open he was about his feelings… But you didn't hate it.

"Then, can you help me up? I don't think I can move anymore." You groaned weakly and Kyojuro nodded as he got up on his feet and offered his hand to you. You accepted his help, and he yanked you up with one single pull. You were reminded at that moment just how freakishly strong the Kitsune really was.

"Would you like us to go and buy you something to drink? I'm afraid my water bottle is empty!" The fox asked and you nodded. Your throat felt absolutely parched and you could use something to drink.

As the two of you prepared to leave the park, you found yourself suddenly craving something more than just water, soda or any health drink there was. You slowed down and Kyojuro stopped when he felt your hand pull the back of his red tracksuit.

"What is it, my Hime?"

"About my rewards…" You mumbled quietly, not quite daring to look him in the eyes, "You said you wouldn't hold back anymore…?"

"Yes!" He nodded, smiling proudly.

"Then… Can I have one proper one now?" You asked as you glanced at him bashfully and his smile grew if that was even possible, "Whatever my precious bride needs!"

You felt like your heart could have burst out of your chest as Kyojuro gently placed his palm on the back of your neck and looked at you deep into your eyes. As he leaned in, you closed your eyes, suddenly feeling too vulnerable or self-conscious under his gorgeous eyes.

Finally, his lips touched yours and you couldn't help but smile. He kissed you because he liked- No, because he loved you and wanted this just as much as you did.

Why had you stopped kissing him after your first kiss in front of his room? Because you regretted it? No, you were embarrassed by yourself but now you were sure you had no reason to feel that way anymore.

He had called you with many names and all of them were endearing, some even overly sweet. He was unlike anyone you had ever seen before and you loved it.

As you two pulled apart, you opened your eyes and grinned. "So, all I need to do from this moment forward is to ask and you will kiss me?"

"Yes!" Kyojuro nodded enthusiastically, "Only if you want me to!"

"In that case…" You smiled a little, "You can always ask for a kiss too. If you want one, I mean?"

"Then can I have one right away?" He asked and you nodded, but just as you were about to kiss-!

"WO HOO!"

"GET A ROOM!"

The two of you jumped apart and you turned to look and saw some random guys laughing at the two of you. You grounded your teeth together, wanting to throw a stone at them or shout at them at least, but you didn't want to look bad in front of your fiance.

After all, the two of you had been so into each other that you had forgotten that you were in a public place, in the middle of the park on a sunny day… Where anyone could see you two kissing each other.

You and Kyojuro glanced at each other and you smiled, "So, that drink? Are you offering?"

"I do have a money card now so I can buy you things you might want or need!" He said happily and you smiled, "Lead the way."

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Never the Same Part 8

Regulus Black AU

Story Summary  Being Bill’s twin, you were always the supportive one. Now that you are stepping outside of your role everything is changing. For your family, it’s for the worse. For Regulus and yourself, it’s for the better.

Pairings: Regulus x Reader

Rating: Mature. Doesn’t follow the book

Part 7 Link 

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Much to Regulus’ dismay, Walburga didn’t find a new place to “haunt.” Instead, she seemed to latch her claws in even tighter. She proclaimed that she would never leave her home. Nothing that either of her sons had to say could make her do something that she wasn’t ready to.

The good part was she started avoiding everyone and only came out of the master suite if she absolutely had to. This was just fine with Regulus and Sirius. Neither brother seemed overly joyed to have to deal with their mother. It reminded you of zoo keepers having to deal with a ravenous lion. If it wasn’t for Kreacher, you had a feeling that food would be just left at her door with no indication that it mattered if she ate or not. You wouldn’t have been surprised if Regulus and Sirius were playing rock, paper, scissors to decide who would be the unfortunate one to deal with Walburga that day.

You, typically, would have felt sorry for Walburga but after seeing the state that she left Sirius and Regulus in…your “give a damn” was slightly broken. There was also the fact that as your pregnancy progressed you were feeling worse with each day.

“How are you feeling?”

You sighed at Regulus’ question. Looking up from your pillow you gave him a frustrated look.

“Awful! My back hurts. My feet hurt. I don’t think I can stretch anymore and if I don’t stop vomiting…”

Regulus winced, slightly regretting asking that question. He wasn’t even sure why he did. Regulus knew that you were feeling awful. For some reason, he kept asking how you were feeling. If you threw something at him for asking, Regulus wouldn’t be surprised. Normally, you were perfectly sweet and patient but as the pregnancy was progressing… your patience was failing you.

“So…the same?”

Regulus added. You only stared at him. Regulus gave you an innocent shrug. You knew that he was probably as tired of you being pregnant as you were of actually being pregnant. He was too good of a man to say it, however.

“I am never doing this again. I used to want a big family but now I am thinking my parents are mental.”

Regulus chuckled as he moved to put his coat on. He was getting ready to go away for a week, which was also fueling your frustration.

“Well, lucky for you I have never had the desire to have a house full of children.”

You groaned.

“Good, because this is a one-and-done shot. I might possibly jump off of a building if I have to do this again.”

Regulus chuckled before kneeling down beside you. He gently pushed some of your hair away from your face and leaned down to kiss you.

“You can’t jump off of a building and leave me alone with all of these people. You’re the only one keeping me sane. Never mind the fact, that I know absolutely nothing about babies. What if I forgot ours somewhere?”

Regulus was relieved when you giggled.

“You wouldn’t forget them anywhere.”

Regulus blinked a few times.

“My mum and dad forgot me at a funeral parlor once.”

Your mouth dropped. Why this surprised you, you didn’t know. If Regulus told you that his father had forgotten his son’s name it wouldn’t have been entirely shocking. Orion Black seemed to be more of a conversational piece than a father and husband.

“Please tell me that you are joking.”

Regulus shook his head as his face darkened a bit. It was really no wonder that he turned out the way that he did. With his parent’s version of “love” it was a bloody miracle that he was able to talk to you in the first place…let alone be in a healthy relationship.

“Dead serious. I was alone with a corpse for like four hours until Sirius realized that I was gone. It was a lovely experience for a five-year-old to go through.”

You put a hand over your face. If you needed yet another reason to dislike your mother and father-in-law, you had one.

“That’s horrible! Regulus, you would never do something like that to your own child. You are a lot more self-aware than your parents apparently were. Why don’t you just sit this job out? Sirius can go for you.”

Regulus leaned down to kiss you again. He hadn’t told you the exact nature of this job. Something was going down at Hogwarts and The Order needed to get there fast. Regulus watched your face for a moment. He wanted to enjoy each moment looking at you…in case something happened. While Regulus didn’t plan on dying if something happened…he just wanted to enjoy the moment.

“It's already planned with me going. Sirius is going too. If you need me, Kreacher will be able to get to me quickly.”

You wanted to be selfish and tell Sirius to pack an overnight bag. He wasn’t the one expecting twins at any given moment. Regulus was. You had accepted the fact that the twins would probably come early. If Regulus was gone while you were in labor, you would personally throw the biggest tantrum on him that you could muster.

You also weren’t the least bit happy about being stuck in the house alone with Walburga. There were many other tasks that you would be doing versus being stuck in the house with your mother-in-law.

“Fine…if you have to…It seems like all of you are going. Is there something that you aren’t telling me, Regulus Black?

You asked as Regulus moved to stand up. He gave you an innocent look, praying that you would buy it. The last thing that Regulus wanted was to tell you exactly what you were missing out on. Regulus knew that if he told you where he was going you would demand to go. The further away you were from Hogwarts the safer you would be.

“Everything will be just fine. I promise.”

Regulus replied. He knew it was a lie. It was a bold-faced lie and he never should have done it but he did.

“Alright then. Please be careful. It's only a matter of weeks before the twins come and…I can’t do it without you.”

Regulus leaned down to kiss you once more.

“I’ll be back before you know it.”

Sirius stepped into the doorway to see if Regulus was ever coming along. He hadn’t said it but he was amazed at the turnaround Regulus made personally. What had been a moody sullen arrogant teenager had turned into the world’s best husband. You were the one thing that Regulus cared for the most in the world.

“Ready?”

Sirius questioned. Regulus’ grey eyes flickered to his brother before looking back to you once more. Putting a hand on the side of your face, Regulus forced a smile and again prayed that you were believing the bullshit that he was offering.

“See you soon.”

Sirius waited until the front door shut before turning to face his brother.

“You haven’t told her exactly what is going on at Hogwarts, have you?”

Regulus shook his head.

“No, she doesn’t need to know. I need to focus on the task at hand. I won’t be able to do that if she's running around fighting too. One of us will get killed and it will probably be me. Y/n is safe here with mother.”

Sirius muttered “fuck me” under his breath. If he knew anything, it would be the fact that you would be furious for not only missing what would be the biggest battle known to Wizardkind but the fact that Regulus lied. Sure, his brother’s intentions were good. No one’s pregnant wife needed to be putting herself on the line like that she needed to know.

“Reg, she’s going to be pissed.”

Regulus again glanced over his shoulder making sure that you weren’t anywhere nearby.

“Pissed or not, she and our children will be alive. She’ll forgive me soon enough. Now let's go and stop talking about this.”

The two walked in silence until Sirius started chuckling. Regulus’ eyes rolled over to his older brother with a scowl.

“What?”

He questioned. Sirius finally got a grip on himself before speaking.

“I would be pissed if you left me with Walburga. The old hag will probably be having Y/n help her organize her obituary scrapbook.”

Regulus rolled his eyes. The last thing that he wanted was to think about his mother. While Regulus really didn’t want to kill Walburga himself it was beginning to look like that was a decent option. The woman was making everyone’s lives miserable.

“When we get back, we need to make a plan to get rid of the old bitch. If we don’t, she will haunt us until she dies again…that is too long away for my liking.”

(several hours later)

You sat in a near haze listening to Walburga rattle on and on about her dead relatives. While Regulus and Sirius made no effort to hide their contempt for their mother (a prime example was Sirius purposely stepping on every crack in the sidewalk to “break his mother’s back.”) you were trying your best to be somewhat decent to her. It was getting harder as your pregnancy progressed. Your patience was thin and listening to this old bitch be nothing but rude to both of her sons was wearing on you.

“And that’s how Aunt Estrella died…Y/n are you listening to me?”

You blinked a few times to pull yourself from your trance.

“Yes…I am.”

Walburga shook her head.

“If you are going to lie to me at least make it about something good. Your eyes have been glazed over for the past half an hour. So, without my son hovering over you like an overprotective mother hen, I can talk to you properly now. What are your plans for the twins? It has to be getting near time for them to be born. I do hope that Regulus and yourself have made plans for a good nanny.”

You had to stop yourself from laughing at the expression on Regulus’ face when you told him that Walburga compared him to a mother hen.

“Actually, no. We haven’t made any plans for a nanny because they are our kids and we can take care of them ourselves.”

Walburga looked totally baffled by that comment. She had never once been without a nanny at least until Regulus was 7. If she had to take care of her children all on her own, it would have been a major inconvenience that Walburga just couldn’t phantom.

“But what about when both of you are tired…or when Regulus is working?”

You leaned back in your chair.

“My mother made it just fine. That’s with a lot more children than two running around. Besides, my mum will be willing to help me. Believe it or not, Regulus and I look forward to taking care of our children."

“Children should be seen and not heard.”

You moved to stand up as Sirius walked in. His disheveled appearance quickly caught your attention. You didn’t give Walburga a second thought before muttering, “I’ll have to get back to you on that” and going to your brother-in-law.

As you approached him, you realized that his eye had a massive cut under it and his nose had been bleeding. Panic surged through you as you realized Regulus wasn’t in the room.

“Sirius! Are you…Regulus? Where is he?”

Sirius attempted to fix his now-destroyed hair. He wanted to make a joke that it would take ages to make it look right again but your expression told him that you wouldn’t appreciate it like normal. The terrified expression on your face told Sirius that you were NOT in the mood for any of his humor at the moment.

“He’s fine! I swear! Regulus sent me. I need you to come with me and try not to panic…I would say to keep an open mind but there is no way to prepare you for what you are about to see.”

You felt your mouth drop at Sirius’ words. Telling you not to panic worked as well as stabbing you and saying “Ah, you’ll be alright…just ignore the bleeding.”

“Sirius…”

Before you could even finish the sentence, Sirius apparated both of you to what was left of Hogwarts. Your mouth dropped even further the moment that you saw the castle that you loved so much nearly destroyed. Looking around, all you could see was sheer carnage. Bloody students and other various adults were wandering around looking totally lost.

The moment that Regulus walked out of what was the great hall, you all but ran to him.

“Regulus!”

You had nearly knocked him down before Regulus could even get a word out. All that mattered to you was the fact that he was alive.

“Y/n…”

He started but you cut him off as you started looking him over in a state of panic. His clothes were dusty and torn in a few places. Thankfully, he appeared to not have much physical damage other than a bruised cheek and busted bottom lip.

“Regulus, what the hell?!”

“Y/n, I’m fine. Everything is going to be…”

You cut him off yet again.

“If you say fine, I am going to slug you! Nothing about this looks fine! I thought that you said this was a small job. Are you seeing the same shit that I am!”

Regulus reached out and cupped your cheeks.

“Y/n, I am okay. He’s gone… Voldemort is gone.”

“Harry! Oh, Merlin, is Harry…”

“He’s fine! He’s okay. I didn’t tell you because, given your condition, there was no way in hell that I was about to let you come here and be potentially hurt. I had to keep you and the babies safe.”

You looked around as a nearby wall partially collapsed. Turning back to Regulus, you mentally tried to ignore the screaming in your head that today could have very well been the day that you lost the man that you loved. Yes, the dark lord was dead but the good side clearly had a ton of losses too.

“What if you had died? How do you think that I would have felt knowing that I never got to see you again? What about our children…Regulus, I am…”

Regulus pulled you back into another kiss silencing any further words. You slipped one hand onto Regulus’ cheek before sliding to the back of his head and tangled in his curls. Neither Regulus nor yourself seemed in any hurry to let go of the other.

Regulus pulled away after a moment but didn’t move too far away from you.

“Because I knew you would panic…I’m alive, here and with you…that’s all that matters.”

You kissed him again as Regulus placed one hand on your stomach.”

“You really are the most stubborn man that I have ever met. If I didn’t love you so much I really would punch you in the face.”

Regulus chuckled as his eyes went to Arthur Weasley. He sighed immediately. Regulus knew what he had to tell you and he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to ruin the intimacy of this moment and break your heart but he had to.

“Y/n, I do need to talk to you about one thing though. Not everyone made it. We nearly lost Tonks and Remus.”

You stepped back as your eyes widened. In all of the chaos, you realized that you had yet to see any members of your family.

“My parents? Brothers? Ginny?”

You quickly asked. Regulus’ face darkened as he rubbed a hand over his face.

“They’re fine…everyone except Fred…darling, he didn’t make it.”

Regulus’ words felt like a bullet to your heart. Fred was gone. Everything in your heart came to a screeching halt as you looked around.

“Where are they?”

“In the great hall.”

Regulus replied softly. You took a few deep breaths before turning and running into the great hall. Regulus remained motionless for a moment before turning and going after you. This was the part that he dreaded. Regulus could deal with the fighting and chaos but the aftermath was something that he was not emotionally ready for. He would have to attend the funerals. See the loss in his friend’s eyes as they realized the ones that they cared the most for weren’t coming back.

When he stepped into the great hall, you were kneeling down beside George and Molly. Regulus had to look away. He couldn’t bear to see the look of sheer heartbreak on your face. It was bad enough when the Weasleys realized that Fred was dead, to begin with. Now here you were, the one human that he loved the most in the world, having to face the reality that your little brother was gone and nothing could be done about it. He would have to stand by and watch as you went through some of the darkest days and he wasn’t able to protect you…for once he could do absolutely nothing.

You, meanwhile, sat staring down at Fred’s face. His eyes were closed making him look as if he was only sleeping. Part of you wondered if he would suddenly sit up and say “Got you!” You prayed that would happen. For once, you wanted nothing more than for Fred and George to be playing one of their pranks…but you knew that wasn’t the case. The heartbroken look on George’s face, as he sobbed in Arthur’s arms, told you that this was no joke.

Even though you had your own heartbreak to deal with, you knew that George was experiencing devastation worse. Fred was George’s other half…the other half to the puzzle…now he was gone. You slowly looked up at Bill. Your own twin stood holding his wife but his eye was locked on your face. Without even speaking, you knew that the two of you were thinking the same thing. Neither of you would know how to make it without the other. Bill was the other half of your soul. He was the one who came into the world with you. While the two of you still had each other…George was not missing his other half.

In the noise and chaos, you could only think one thought…

Nothing will ever be the same again

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[goodluckclove]

Hi Edgar!

What are your thoughts on pigeons? I feel like people tend to call them the “rats of the sky,” but I’m wondering if that’s just a bad rap?? Like aren’t a bunch of them basically just feral, domesticated birds?? Any ideas or strong opinions?

Honestly, an immediate deal breaker for me when it comes to dealing with any human being is if they hate on pigeons. It's such a boring, trite, unoriginal waste of an "opinion".

Oh you hate pigeons? You hate pigeons because someone else told you that was a cool thing? Oh man, I think you're so cool. Let's me friends. I'll follow you to the ends of the earth I respect you so much. Here's thirty dollars.

It's because they're dirty. They're animals that live in the wild. You like horses? Horses are gross. There are animals that people think are cool enough to base fursuits off of that, in real life, would stink and be filled with parasites. That's just what happens when you don't live in a fucking house with indoor plumbing they're birds what do you expect?

Hating pigeons is actually a newer trend in society. It used to be the exact opposite situation. Remember the Passenger Pigeon? No? That's probably because we displaced and hunted and ate all of them. If I remember correctly, the last Passenger Pigeon on earth died in a zoo. We were so obsessed with pigeons at some point that we displayed them in zoos.

Can you imagine the fucking disrespect to show their later generations after how we treated their ancestors? I don't think we should go back to eating them either. I think we all need to let pigeons exist and treat them with a modicum of respect.

You ever see a pigeon eat a french fry? It's great. Have some fucking whimsy in your hearts you monsters.

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