#The milk scene 💀

[chameleon8]

told one of my friends about Fablehaven/Dragonwatch today and I was like “but don’t read it tho” So they were like “what’s wrong with it?”

(Now they often read books that make you wanna throw them across the room, so they’re used to that sort of thing) And I was like “Do you want me to start with the first book?” long story short I think I traumatized them

[roobgumball95]

forgot my IRL is subscribed to my AO3. so my heart hasn’t actually beat for the last forty five minutes.

[michaelwavemichaelwave]

I would *love* to know about If Jake Abel Won't Do It, I Will; I am very curious <3

I was waiting for Jake to do and ad for the fry and popcorn seasonings, but he never did. So back in late September I wrote this spoof based off an infomercial. The wording is clunky in some places, and I just wasn't satisfied with how it turned out. But here's the whole thing!

“You want fries that taste good, but don’t want to leave your house,” Adam narrates over dramatic grayscale footage of him sitting on a couch looking longingly out the window on a rainy day. 

An animated speech bubble appears over his head with the first stock photo image of fries that the search engine offers. This image dissolves into a grayscale memory of Adam of eating fries with an unrealistic passion, even for Adam Milligan- the man who was fry-less for a thousand years. 

“A good fry seasoning recipe is so hard to come by. Especially after your father-in-law [Chuck] passed away; taking his only redeeming quality, his fry seasoning recipe, with him to the grave.” 

The video transitions to a photoage of another dismal shot of Adam sitting alone on a rocking chair on a porch in the rain, fry between his fingers like a cigarette. His hair is drenched, as is his fry, and his dreams of enjoying a well seasoned fry. Nobody likes a soggy fry, except for Dean Winchester.

“Homemade fries are ok, but they’re missing something! Where’s the SPICE?” Michael rolls his eyes as Adam pretends to take a bite out of a flavorless soggy fry and shakes his head in disappointment as he rests it in his hands. Allowing the fry to fall to the table in abandonment in parallel to season 5 episode 22 “Swan Song” where he and Michael fell into Hell to be abandoned for 1,200 years. “No fry deserves that fate!”

“INTRODUCING THE OFFICIAL JAKE AND SHAKE ADAM AND MICHAEL FRY AND POPCORN SEASONINGS!” Overlayed by Adam joyfully eating popcorn alone on the couch while watching some show off screen. It’s implied that Michael is sitting next to him, but that remains unconfirmed. Watching a movie alone on a Monday night is a great way to enjoy THE OFFICIAL JAKE AND SHAKE SEASONINGS!

“Are you tired of boring old seasonings? With bottles that over pour seasoning on your fries- ruining both your fries and your bottle of fry seasoning? What a mess!! That’s why the containers of Michael’s Popcorn Topper and Adam’s French Fry Topper contain INNOVATIVE TECHNOLOGY to avoid such a disaster!”

Footage of Adam dramatically falling to the floor in tears plays under Adam’s narration. The ruined bowl of fries loom large in the foreground of the frame as Adam’s small form cries on the floor. Michael stands at the edge of the frame nudging him with his foot. Concern evident in his actions as Adam is inconsolable over his fries. The camera zooms in on an extreme closeup of Michael’s face. He is tired of Adam doing this whenever his fries don’t turn out correctly, but mostly he’s tired of being a sellout for a second commercial. He doesn’t even eat popcorn.

“These seasonings will make your fries so good you can’t get enough of them!” Freeze frame on Adam choking down a large handful of over seasoned fries.

CALL NOW AND WE’LL DOUBLE YOUR OFFER! AND WE’LL ALSO INCLUDE THE OVERSTOCK FROM OUR OTHER PRODUCT- HOT SAUCE- WITH AN EQUALLY LONG SHELF LIFE!

[enchanteleclerc]

strawberries and cream 🂱 cs55

genre: 18+, literally pwp, fem!reader who’s the sister of carlos’ best friend?? LMAO

word count: 2.5k

You seem to enjoy the company of your brother’s best friend. Especially right now, over some breakfast of pancakes, thinking you may never look at strawberries and cream the same.

a/n … idk how my last post did pretty well but thank u all for the support !! still learning how to write smut (and write in general bc i never write in uni 💀) this was heavily inspired by that one serena and nate scene i hope u guys know which one i’m talking ab :))

warnings … penetrative sex, semi public sex, dirty talk (degradation and praise), unprotected sex, food, rough ish sex?

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You don’t remember when it started. The butterflies, the stolen glances across a room. Ever since you could remember, Carlos was always around. But he wasn’t here for you; you had to remind yourself. Your brother’s best friend. And yet, neither of you could deny the tension between you both. The way your fingers brushed when you handed him your plate, offering to wash it for you after dinner, caused you to subconsciously hold your breath. ”Need some help?” Sauntering into the kitchen where Carlos was washing the dishes. You don’t miss how his lips turned into a smile upon seeing you. Picking up the dishes he just washed, you began drying them beside him, taking quick looks at him from the side of your eye but making sure he doesn’t see. Flipping a plate over, you accidentally splash him with water. Your hands immediately went to your mouth to apologise, but you couldn’t help the giggles pouring from you. “Yeah? You think that’s funny?” He wrapped his arm around your waist to hold you still while turning the tap towards you, soaking the white oversized shirt you wore. Pleading for mercy, to which he loosened his grip, you retaliated by turning the tap onto him. Stepping through the puddle of water you both caused, he turned off the tap. ”Truce?” He sticks out his pinky for you to shake, which you take happily. Pinkies interlocked, you look up at him, still giggling, but the giggles dissipate when you look into his big brown eyes. His eyes held yours for a moment before travelling down your body to the white shirt that had gone translucent and stuck to your body, leaving almost nothing to imagination apart from your bra and panties. Carlos’ clothes were no better. His grey shirt had darkened and stuck to his torso, revealing the lines and curves of his toned stomach. ”What the fuck?” Your brother’s voice echoed between Carlos and you as if a strike of lightning. You both jumped away from each other but still connected through your pinkies. As if there was an invisible piece of string connecting you both. Clearing your throat and crossing your arms over your chest to hide yourself, you announce that you were heading up for bed, unwilling to let go of Carlos’ hand. You wonder how you could possibly fall asleep knowing that Carlos would be in the room beside yours. The answer to that question was reluctantly. However, you eventually fell asleep to Carlos’ light snores through the thin walls of the house. And the moment the snoring ceased, so did the little sleep you received. Early in the morning, you heard a door open. Well aware of your family’s ability to sleep into the late hours of the morning, you knew whose door that was. You were suddenly wide awake and wanting to run out your door to see him. Needing to regain some dignity after letting him see you basically half-naked yesterday, you decided against leaving your room immediately. After what you believed was enough time, you found yourself walking downstairs into the kitchen, where a figure was rummaging through the fridge. Despite only being able to see his back, you knew who it was, of course. That was a back you caught your eyes lingering on many times. The way his muscles flexed through the thin shirt had you in a trance. “You’re up early.” He returned the milk carton to the fridge before turning around to see you. You simply hummed back because you couldn’t form coherent thoughts when Carlos looked like this. Sleepy eyes looking back at you from the opposite end of the island, slightly obstructed by his hair that was messy and looked somewhat damp from a shower, you assumed. His voice, raspy from the morning, had your knees buckling. You sit on the island's counter to avoid the embarrassment of passing out simply because he spoke. ”Wow. He cooks and cleans. Is there anything you can’t do, Mr Sainz?” Your eyes flitted from the stack of freshly cooked pancakes to Carlos. His eyes unmistakably darkened at your use of “Mr Sainz”, but his head still shook with a low chuckle, placing his hand on your bare thigh. Picking a strawberry out of the bowl of toppings, you lean towards Carlos. He opens his mouth instinctively to accept the sweet fruit out of your hand, keeping his eyes focused on you and the way you bit your lip when the juice of the strawberry leaked from his lips. His eye contact broke only when your hand reached up to wipe the juice dripping down his chin with your thumb, only to place the thumb in your own mouth to suck off the juice. His eyes connect with yours again, and your close proximity is not lost on either of you. Your hand rests on his flushed cheek, the light stubble scratching your hand as his chest rises and falls. Carlos hums before wrapping his hands around your thighs to pull you towards the edge of the counter and moving in between your legs. Your faces were so close you could feel his warm breath from his slightly parted lips. He looked so pretty, like a prince straight out of Disney that you would have obsessed over when you were younger. You could’ve sworn you saw Carlos’ resolve crumble around you as his hands moved from your thighs to your head to catch your lips in a suffocating kiss. Years of sexual tension between you and Carlos finally being resolved had your head spinning in a whirlwind of lips, wandering hands and the taste of strawberries. The sudden action caused a squeal to leave your lips as your body connected with his, warm and hard. The feeling of his body in between your legs with your oversized shirt riding up and his clothed cock hardening for you from every minuscule movement you made, simply to find more friction and provoke him. Your arms wrapped around his neck, one arm reaching for his back, feeling the tensing muscles through his thin shirt, the other tugging slightly at the hair on the back of his neck, eliciting a silent moan from his mouth. His lips move from yours to your neck, letting your head fall back, and your legs wrap around his torso. Your fingers find the hem of his shirt, tugging slightly before he tugs it over his head, revealing his perfectly toned body, lightly speckled with hair. His lips are on yours again before his hands rest on your hips, inviting you to move them against him. You gasped at the feeling of him right where you needed him, and he used your gasp to delve deeper into your mouth. His fingers grip your hips and pull your shirt up for a better view. The feeling of the cold air and his hands on your overheating body stimulate you beyond belief. You pulled away from the kiss to breathe and look down at the way you slot in perfectly with him. Carlos tilts your head to look at him and lets his thumb rub your swollen and bitten lips. Your lips attach to the skin of his chest, placing light kisses moving down his stomach. “Fuck. Need to feel your lips around me.” he groaned deeply before you pushed yourself off the counter. You find yourself on your knees for him pulling down his grey sweatpants and boxers to reveal his cock spring up. It was intimidating how big he was. If you weren’t so needy, you would’ve made a cliche comment about his size, but there was no need; Carlos already knew. He could tell by your face and subsequently chuckled. Looking up at him through half-lidded eyes while you stroke it, you observe the way his head falls back for a moment from the pleasure before landing back on you, focusing intently on what you’re doing as if he would rather die than miss this. His eyes bore into your own, but not with the chocolate brown colour you know so well. A darker tint of brown has invaded, causing your thighs to clench together. You place the head of his cock in your mouth. The warm feel of it causes an involuntary moan in you that is reciprocated by Carlos. His hand wrapped around your hair, guiding you along his cock and allowing you to take it in full. Caressing it with your tongue, Carlos’ grip on your hair tightened as the muscles in his legs clenched. Carlos has spent so long seeing you flaunt in short skirts and cropped tops around your house. Spent so long watching your long legs as you walked or when you crossed your legs as you sat. Carlos remembers the day he started feeling like this towards you. It was a hot summer day, and he volunteered to drive you and your brother to get ice cream. Seeing the way you lapped up the ice cream as it dripped down your hand and the moan you let out when the cold liquid touched your tongue haunted Carlos’ dreams for weeks. Dreams that resulted in him having to take a long, cold shower. On the drive home from the ice cream parlour, Carlos was silent and painfully hard in his pants as he avoided looking at you in the rearview mirror unless they wanted to completely drive off the road. Carlos couldn’t believe this wasn’t one of his many dreams. You were real and kneeling before him, letting him fuck your pretty little throat. Your cheeks hollowed and wrapped around him tightly before pulling it out and letting your tongue swirl around the tip, catching all the pre cum. Carlos’ small groans start speeding up, as does your mouth on his cock, but he pulls you away using your hair. ”Need to be inside you.” His hands find their way around your thighs again to lift you up and place you back onto the edge of the counter, ripping your panties off and discarding them somewhere in the kitchen. Dipping his finger in the bowl of whipped cream left for forgotten pancakes, he draws a line on the inside of your thigh, stopping before the apex and letting you suck the whipped cream off his finger. Your back connected with the cool surface of the kitchen island, unable to take this amount of pleasure as Carlos dropped his head between your thighs and began lapping up the whipped cream. The frustrated groan you released when Carlos’ tongue stopped before he reached your heat was disrupted when you felt him drag the tip of his cock up and down your needy folds with ease from how slick you were. Your hips rutted towards his, needing him inside you or at least some friction. Finally, he began pushing, feeding his cock into you. Your eyes clenched closed at the overwhelming pressure you felt. No other boy had stretched you out like this, but none of them were Carlos Sainz. The shared moan that left both your mouths once he bottomed out inside you was intoxicating. You shiver momentarily at the loss when he pulls out of you, but all was forgotten as he slams back into you again He was everywhere— around you, inside you. So overwhelmingly good you understood why you waited so long for this. ”Faster, please” Carlos’ grip on your hips tightened, hearing you begging for him, happily speeding up his pace, hearing your little whimpers from every movement. His hand reaches up to grab your tits, kneading and flicking your nipple to perfection. Carlos had to restrain himself from cumming when he saw how sensitive your nipples were and how you responded to him. ”Fuck you’re perfect. This pretty cunt— so wet. all this for me?” His hand left your tits to attack your clit, rubbing in small circles that had you throwing your head back in pleasure. “Answer me.” He ceased his movements on your clit and began thrusting agonisingly slow. You tried moving your hips to find some friction, but his hands pressed your hips into the counter to stop you from moving. ”Fuck Carlos. It’s all for you. It’s always been you.” Carlos sped up once more. Faster than before. Faster than you thought was humanly possible. The sound of an alarm clock upstairs caught you off guard, the thought of someone— let alone your brother finding you like this. Fucking his best friend. And yet, the tightening feeling in your core didn’t disappear but got stronger. ”Please, can I cum?” He slows down, staving off your orgasm. Unable to move your own hips, Carlos set the pace, and apparently, Carlos did not care that someone could walk downstairs at any moment. He wanted to relish in this moment. The feeling of you beneath him and begging for release. He wanted this image to be ingrained into his memory for the rest of his life. “Cum for me, cariño.” Your legs shaking and releasing a moan that was much too loud for comfort, your orgasm hit you at full force. His hand slammed over your mouth to prevent anyone from hearing, although Carlos would love for the whole neighbourhood to hear you scream his name. His thrusts didn’t cease through your orgasm. Instead, they sped up. Twitching inside of you, he asks where you want it. ”Inside me, please. Fill me up.” Mumbling behind Carlos’ hand that was still firmly over your mouth and was now covered in your spit. Without warning, you felt it. Like a warm flood within you, pushed around by Carlos’ slow thrusts. His cum trickled down your thigh when he pulled out, and you both stood there in silence, listening to each other’s heavy breathing. Footsteps walking down the stairs sprung you both into action, however. Wide eyed for a moment before frantically adjusting your shirt back on and Carlos pulling up his sweatpants with no time for his shirt. ”Morning.” Your brother rubbed his eyes as you and Carlos stood behind the island. No panties on you. No shirt on Carlos. Both were discarded somewhere in the kitchen and soon to be found by your brother. “What are you guys doing? Where’s your shirt, mate?” Your brother’s eyes went between Carlos and you as you pretended to just notice that Carlos had no shirt on. ”Oh, pancakes. You want some?” Your brother offering you as if he was the one that made it. You shook your head before seeing the way your brother loaded his pancakes up with strawberries and whipped cream. You had to bite your lip to hold in a laugh as Carlos’ cheeks flushed. Walking behind your brother, you find your panties and Carlos’ shirt, sending him a wink before walking back upstairs with the clothing items in hand. Leaving Carlos to deal with your brother and the pancakes that were now cold.

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[base0h]

Hello there 👋. If it's ok with you, may I request for ASL brothers + katakuri ? How would they react upon witnessing their fem s/o who just fall from a flight of stairs just casually get up, not saying anything, dust herself off and walk away as if she didn't just fall from a really high place and injuring her head ? Blood obviously dripping down from her forehead like she just got smashed to the head with a bear bottle but her expression stays nonchalant. Idk why when this scene first play in my head I find it funny 💀 you can ignore this if you want to btw ☺️. No pressure 👌

a/n - pls this idea is so funny 😭 I love it- tysm for this anon!!

Warnings ⚠️ - crack, g/n reader, modern au, Katakuri needs therapy

- The way he literally just stood there, a handful of potato chips in his mouth, mismatching socks, and only having his boxers on as you fell down the stairs

- he stopped chewing, watching you immediately get up as if nothing happened, blood clearly starting to drip down your nose and forehead from impact

- He kept looking back and forth at you who was now watching tv on the couch as if you didn’t just fall down a long flight of WOODEN stairs…?

- He giggled, running up the stairs and fucking jumping off them like a dumbass

- he took your actions as a “skills of falling down the stairs” challenge which he gladly took

- “WHEEEEEE- OOF-“

- ran straight into the wall, putting a dent, making the lamp above him fall on top of him

- “I’m- fine-! Shishi~” *dies*

- he tried to be like you, didn’t work out very well

- lots of ice packs and kisses followed afterwards tho 💜💜

- also yes he’s still only in his underwear and mismatching socks

- Bold of you to assume you could even fall down the stairs without him being right there to catch you before you fall 🙃

- ok let’s just say he wasn’t payin attention

- You took one wrong step down the stairs, skipping a step as you slid down, flipping forward and slamming your face into the ground rather- harshly

- You could hear boots thudding from the hall, scrambling feet, and in the blink of an eye, Katakuri slid on the wooden floors to find you collapsed on the ground in front of the stairs

- *panic attack starts*

- Literally FREAKING OUT

- You just stood up, wiping your bloody nose and going to the kitchen to grab a bowl of cereal for breakfast

- He stood there, blinking however many times before he walked over to you silently

- “…are you ok?”

- you had the absolute audacity to look at him with the most confused expression as if nothing happened at all

- “What do you mean? Yeah I’m fine why?”

- watch him walk out that door right now

- He put those guard rails on the stairs, and non-slip pads on the wooden steps 😭

- he’s doing everything in his power to make sure you don’t fall down again 🥺

- I just know this man has an issue with stairs, going up and going down them

- You were wearing socks! It was pretty much setting up for your demise against the stairway

- You slipped, sliding down on your ass before flipping forward, skidding to a stop on your face, your legs comically flying above your head before you stopped

- Ace was standing there in disbelief with a mouthful of cereal, the spoon still in his mouth

- Everything was silent as you got up, brushing your clothes off before grabbing a cup of water as if blood wasn’t clearly dripping down your face

- Ace rushed over to you, dropping the whole bowl of cereal before grabbing your head with his hands worriedly

- “Are you ok?! Y/n YOU JUST FELL DOWN THE STAIRS!”

- “Do I have to get Marco? Probably- right?! Oh shit.”

- his hands lit on fire from worry, lighting your- hair on fire…

- Started screaming, and you were absolutely clueless as to what was happening

- He grabbed the milk carton and started dunking your head in it, slapping the fire on your head before it could burn any of your hair.

- it ended with ace cleaning up at least a gallon of milk, and a trip to Marco’s 👍

- he’d just be minding his own business, doing some reading as he sipped his cup of tea peacefully

- That was interrupted by you flying down the stairs, hitting your head against the table leg underneath him with a thud

- he swore you’d almost broken the leg in half 💀

- You got up, continuing to hum a tune as you grabbed some breakfast, sitting right next to him as you started scrolling on your phone, blood dripping down your face

- He was scared? Of you? No- for your safety and well-being? How tf did you fall down a whole ass flight of stairs and not start wincing in pain? Was it true? Were you actually a demon?

- you looked over at him to see him staring at you with the most concerned look you had ever seen

- “Morning Sabo!”

- You kissed his cheek, wiping the blood off your bruised face with a paper towel before going back to your phone nonchalantly

- Was he hallucinating? No- you fell down the stairs just now! He wasn’t dreaming or anything!

- He put his hand on your shoulder and took a deep breath, “Y/n… I think we need to see a doctor.”

- man got so serious about it help 💀

- started looking up, “fell down stairs, did not react disease?”

- “high pain tolerance?”

- “can’t feel pain disease”

- “SHOULD I CALL AN EXORCIST?”

- “exorcistdemon.org”

a/n - pls sabo would think you’re possessed 💀

[rayroseu]

Rambles about Book 7 lol

AAAAAAAÀAAA 😭😭😭 THIS IS SO AUGHHH THE MEANING BEHIND THIS INFO !!!!!! knowing that the first thought of Lilia in encountering Silver was that he should kill him to avenge Meleanor and Levan and that his purpose of adopting him is that he wants to believe he can love a human as well AND LILIA TEACHING THIS HUMAN BABY HOW TO LIVE DESPITE THE MANY CHANCES HE GOT TO GET RID OF HIM AUGJAURIWUTJW AND MAY I SAY LILIA WENT FROM DISTANTLY BEING ATTACHED TO THIS BABY AND THEN TRANSITIONING UNTO WANTING FOR HIM TO LIVE AND WITNESS HIM GROW UP AAAAAAA😭😭✨✨✨

IF I CRYYYY MELEANOR HAUNTS THE NARRATIVE 😭💞💕💞✨

LMAO not the faes snitching this info to malleus ofmg 😭✨

lowkey this is me as well i think babies are kinda ugly too KDHJAEJ especially when they cry 💀🔥🔥

YOU CALL THIS ADORABLE HELPPPP 🤣🤣🤣okay but in all seriousness, we rarely get this easy sarcastic Malleus, he's always too formal around NRC and often his humor lands amiss to other charas which doesnt prompt him to present this trait, but its so sweet that he seemed to be "truly himself" in the cottage scenes where its just him Lilia and Silver🥺✨ his voice doesnt feel "authoritative" too like a dorm leader, its just malleus and his difficulty in getting along with the random baby lilia caught lol

I remember this line was translated as a flower nectar?? but they kinda saying the same and i like this paraphrase that Lilia thinks of Milk as nectar for baby humans, like how Malleus often relates tech to some magical ritual lol

crying at this line, knowing that Malleus says this because he has broken several many things bcs he couldnt control his strength and perhaps there were things that Lilia owns that he accidentally destroyed as well so he tries to mend this uncontrollable strength of his in order to not be an inconvenience😭✨

NURSEMAID???? YEAH NURSEMAID CALLED LILIA VANROUGE 😭😭💔💔💔 and AAAAA not once did Malleus search for this tune??? not even sing it to Maleficia and Lilia so as to inquire about it 😭✨💔💔 this is when you know this lullaby IS truly MELEANOR'S LULLABY because everyone of the characters only heard it from her !!!😭😭😭💔💔

I love this response from Malleus lol, also i feel like some situation will challenge Lilia's love for humans again, like can you still love humans if they commit the same crime again to Malleus as they did with Meleanor?? Twisting their personality and actions so as to validate their fear?? Can you still say that faes should make an effort to make peace with them when repeatedly it was the humans who wasnt willing to udnerstand faes to begin with ? 😭✨ its a realistic worry fitting for a king that'll rule for centuries, maybe bcs he has this instinct that humans are epehemeral and so are their promises.

Thinking about it a bit more, its true that what Levan does is futile effort because the issue between humans and faes, Briarland and Silver Owls is too much that it cant be resolved by just understanding each other.

Levan wants the war to stop but obviously that can't happen because the bigger factions of each natioj are resolute at their stance that Briarland is owned by faes or humans, no in between. He can't immediately fix the mentality of higher faes and Meleanor with their hatred of humans and vice versa with the human officials like Henric,

but what he can do to decrease the casualties of this conflict is to pave way for the COMMON folk to understand each other, if he can make way for the common fae and the common human to talk to each other, then it might decrease the misunderstanding between the common fae and common human (assuming that both parties arw willing to be understanding)

its really a long shot and a gamble to aspire for considering his country's situation, and its effects would take a while to impact and honestly it took so much important people and years just to have his dream of peace, i wish we could get an input about what he feels about this

considering his kindness he might be happy, but im kinda sad its really tragic the implication of how the faes had to earn their peace and atone for a conflict that they didnt even start with,

based on Lilia, it took 400 YEARS just for the humans to sign a peace treaty, maybe in the eyes of the faes, thats just a piece of paper, so they waited and grieved the lost of their Princess Meleanor and many of their fae soldiers and Prince Levan and ALMOST the entirety of their continent, just for these humans to sign an 400 year long overdued peace treaty?? so the faes that died couldve been saved if these humans could spare some compassion and ink to sign a treaty-- It kinda feels like they're insulting their grief (in the faes point of view atleast), whats the purpose of having this paper peace treaty when they have lost so much already?? I WISHHH the story could delve more into the grief of faes,

kinda lowkey mad they just swept Lilia's grief by the humans just cuz he encountered a few good ones, i wouldve love to see him being vengeful then learning how to convert that grief to love again just like Maleficent in the live action, bcs it would be very meaningful on this way, Lilia can truly say he has learned how to love because he experienced real deep hatred---but AAA its whatever this storyline is good as well, just kinda feels general lilia's belief converted to present!lilia a bit too fast to my liking lol

its really intriguing how before book 7 the faes dislike of humans seems so dramatic but now after book 7 it all makes too much sense 😭✨

(can you guys tell i play too much reverse 1999 bcs i ramble too much about morals and politics between different races now JHDJWHRJW)

[riacte]

Arguments for The Incident being scripted:

This is Doc’s baby. Like everyone knows you don’t mess with it

A bunch of hermits are returning / have announced they’re returning, perfect time to stir up drama

The main “actors” being Grian + Scar vs Doc, tried and true shitstirrers on the HC server + fan favourite duos

The perfect cocktail of old / classic Hermitcraft meme tropes. Among Us. Grian and Mumbo’s silly back and forth. The back of his base bit. Scar’s appropriately inappropriate comments about Doc’s hole. Grian vs Doc (again). The perfect opportunity for “Listen Grian, nobody touches my redstone” (which is a fandom wide meme). Like if this is scripted, they really threw in a bunch of shit that used to be popular / is still popular with the fans 💀

All I’m saying is that they really tossed a bunch of popular tropes in a blender (intentionally or not), like these eps have the markings of classic Hermitcraft drama

The nostalgia / familiarity of the above tropes + returning hermits + drama = yay viewership!!

The way everyone is MILKING this for all it’s worth— Scar’s dramatic irl sequence— Doc’s tweets + retweeting fanart— it’s the perfect way to drum up attention and content

Arguments for The Incident not being scripted:

Grian and Scar’s genuine screams of terror. Like that was good acting if it was scripted

The fact that they spent THREE HOURS talking about it in discord. And the hermits had a watchparty. Like I don’t think they usually mention behind the scenes details like that for “scripted content”, so this I feel strongly supports the non-scripted theory

AND the watchparty hermits all agreed they were in so much trouble… suggesting a spontaneous event leading to spontaneous reactions

Same with Scar showing a screenshot of the bore in a genuine attempt to repair it— like there’s sincerity there

As above, Grian mentioning it was like 2am his time (and him saying it was late when he was forced to do the back of his base)

However, I won’t be surprised at all if they tried to script a conflict but accidentally ended up blowing Doc’s complex redstone which was not what they expected— hence the mass panic lmao

Parts of the HC fandom would probably genuinely annoyed at Grian and Scar for “blowing up Doc’s stuff”, which makes me think they probably won’t script it as extreme as this

Regardless:

Ohhh they’re really in it now

Everyone found it funny enough to not only include it in their episodes, but milk it for all its worth

You just know Doc’s enjoying being an absolute terror on Twitter. He’s even been RTing fanart

A bunch of people are talking about this already, so yay the perfect drama to invigorate a mid season slump (it’s been feeling kind of peaceful lately)

I hope everyone goes insane with this. They deserve it <3

[alwaysshallow]

[Scene: Reader is tied to a chair being interrogated by TF 141 with no success]

Ghost: “Do ya wanna know why they call me Ghost?” [pulls out a knife]

Y/n: “…….’Cause you’re ashy?”

Ghost: 👀

Y/n: 👀

Tf 141: “Oh my God.” “A-ain’t no way she just said— ahahahaha!” “Ayooo!” “She’s not wrong. Have you seen his elbows?”😳😂😬💀😭

LMAOOO I LOVE THIS

you're a mercenary that's been too long out of their catch - obviously, when they caught you, they were pretty determined to milk every information from you.

well, it's not so easy. two days, and absolutely nothing comes out from you, you're just... silent, snarky from time to time.

so, it's time for ghost, who wants to try a bit different methods. he wants to make you feel threatened, as he pulls out a knife and asks if you know why they call him ghost.

yet, you have a comment for this, asking if it's because he's ashy.

and then, the rest of task force goes mad laughing, trying to keep calm tho, but they simply can't

ghost be like "you're all unprofessionals" and he just furrows his eyebrows.

"and you're ashy" goes soap and ghost just LMAO gives him the look and soap just. takes a few steps back bc he doesn't want to be killed yet, he has years to live

gaz comments something about making you suffer with ghost's big hands and you just. smirk bc that would be something good tho

[azaliyas]

Hi! I saw this cute tik tok where Alhaitham is autistic and his weighted blanket was being washed so he was very grumpy snd couldn’t fall asleep so like kaveh decided to lay on top of him to try and emulate the blanket.

If it’s ok can you do that but alhaitham x reader, romantic and established relationship? Sorry if it’s confusing 😭

summary : alhaitham is a man of simple requests and simple needs, but when they're not met, like his precious blanket not being on him for the night, it can become quite the problem. luckily for him you, his amazing lover, have a solution that he will gladly enjoy (but he will never admit it).

word count : [ to be added later ]

genre : fluff.

cw / tw : none.

characters : alhaitham.

note : omg me?? posting?? what a rare occasion 💀 yes i'm not dead and i'm still writing! i just forget to post '^' anyway anon i'm sorry for the delay 😭 you have the right to bonk me if you want, i deserve it anyway ;-; this idea was so cute tho, i need to see that tiktok even if i don't ship haikaveh lol // i have more pieces ready they just need proofreading (if i can find the will to, otherwise to hell with that :D). on a serious note 1) i didn't understand much about weighted blankets so if this piece is off eeeeehhhh i tried 2) internet said that habibti was the right word, but if habibi is the one let me know please! hope you can enjoy this, sorry my sporadic appearances 🫠❤️

a few years into your relationship with alhaitham you learned quite the number of curious facts about the scribe that many didn't know — not because alhaitham kept them a secret, but only because of his reserved personality that didn't make him open up to the first person that was in front of him.

the scribe liked his coffee burning hot with no sugar and just a little sip of milk, enjoying it sitting at the same spot of the kitchen table every morning. he also liked working out mostly in the evening and take a shower right after. alhaitham loved sleeping on your chest, the sound of your heartbeat a comforting lullaby.

speaking of sleeping habits, alhaitham could only sleep with his weighted blanket wrapped around his body. because of this, the scribe was very attentive in washing it during the day so it would be dry for the evening. that was one of the first things you taught yourself to do in order to help your boyfriend, a gesture that had the dendro user fall harder for you.

at least, that's what you succeeded to do until today. the rain didn't allow the blanket to dry during the whole day, and so by the evening it was still dump. impossible to let it be used, even when you had hung out the blanket before starting cooking dinner for tonight. by the time you and alhaitham had to turn in for the night, it was still wet. and cold. defeated, you had to put the weighted blanket aside.

you found alhaitham standing near the mattress in your shared bedroom, pyjama on and ready to crash the bed and fall asleep. that was, but his blanket was amiss.

your groan came out sounding more like a whine noticing this scene. you cursed the rain while scrambling your thoughts trying to find a solution.

«it's fine.» alhaitham said, turning on his feet to look at you. you knew he was lying.

«it's not! how are you supposed to fall asleep without your blanket?!» you whined again, a sound of exasperation leaving your throat right after.

«i can put more blankets on top of each other. it's not a problem.» your boyfriend rebutted, walking toward the wardrobe.

alhaitham pulled out some blankets and started laying them on the bed one after the other. deep down the scribe knew it wasn't the exact same thing, but a weighted blanket had its purpose in the deep-pressure touch that brought calmness and comfort. and that deep-pressure touch was given by the heavy weight. by logic, more blankets on top of each other had to be enough heavy.

but for once in his life, alhaitham was wrong. it was a weird feeling, but not as weird as tossing around back and forth, incapable of sleeping for more than five minutes before waking up again. his movements and his grumbling had you waking up.

you turned on your side and faced your boyfriend, just in time to meet his gaze. he furrowed his brows as soon as he noticed you staring at him.

«sorry for waking you up.» he murmured, annoyance clear in his voice. not at you, of course, but at his incapacity of falling asleep.

you looked at him, eyes focused, and alhaitham knew you were thinking hard about something, but what that something was he didn't know.

without a word you dragged yourself on top of alhaitham, who laid on his back as you took place on his chest, your blanket wrapping around both your bodies. your head rested in the crook of his neck, your hands gently pressed on his chest, right above where his heart was.

«habibti... what are you doing?» alhaitham looked at you like you just grew a second head on your shoulders.

«well, the comfort of a weighted blanket is in its weight, right?» you asked, raising your head to look at him. alhaitham slowly nodded. «hence my position: i will act as your blanket for the night.»

to say the scribe was flabbergasted was an euphemism. he didn't mind your wonderful mind and colorful ideas, after all it was one of the reasons why he fell in love with you, but sometimes he couldn't help but wonder if you the hamster running on your wheel wasn't actually high on something.

«it doesn't make sense.» he rebutted.

«this is where you're wrong, haitham. it does. weighted blankets have their purpose in their weight, that brings comfort thanks to the fact they mimic a hug, helping you release serotonin and dopamine, hormones that soothe you and help you sleep.»

you concluded your explanation with a satisfied smile, chin resting on your knuckles while you looked at your speechless boyfriend. it was a very rare occurrence to leave the scribe without anything to say, and almost all of the times it was because of you.

sighing and subtly rolling his eyes, alhaitham decided at last to try your idea and sleep like that — although, your chest was a much better pillow than the feather ones his head was currently laying on.

...

oh what a delight was to see your boyfriend's stunned face the next morning, the heaviness of sleep still clinging to his god-touched features as he was blinking away from the sun rays pouring from the window.

«don't.» he grumbled.

your smile turned into a knowing smirk.

«told ya!» you happily chimed.

© azaliyas 2023 do not copy repost translate or feed to ai

[wspider-man]

Guys I have such good ideas for mob psycho edits but like idk how to edit but I have like AMAIZNG ideas. And even if I learned how to edit I wouldn’t wanna post them so if anyone feels like editing my ideas go ahead. Like just say I’m gonna edit that, give the social you plan on posting it on, and then just do it like you don’t even have to credit me claim it’s your idea for all I care. I JUST WANT TO SEE MY IDEAS COME TO LIFE!!!!

1.) Real Men, by Mitski. So basically edit mob to that part that goes “Real Men, keep cool in the face of a fire. Go down with the ship.” And like you know put parts of his house burning down and him like losing self control. And then the part that goes “and real men don’t eat, cause they’re above that damn it,” like you could do something with the milk spilled on him from the Mogami arc. And finally, “I think I’m a real man” (I don’t really remember the lyrics) but anyway you can do the scene from season three where he’s staring back at himself and then it zooms out to his rampaging body. Does this make sense? Idk fix it to your liking.

2.) Cop Car, by Mitski. Can we tell I like mitski? Anyway I saw Teru edited to this but I think it works better for mob. “I get mean when I’m nervous like a bad dog” it says that two times I think but you can do the scenes where his percentages go up and he like goes 100 or whatever, you know? And then “ive loved many girls” obviously put tsubomi, “I’ve loved many boys” put Teru cause I lowkey ship it. “I don’t think about the past it’s always there anyway” put the flashback of Ritsu being hurt from the Teru mob fight scene. Like specifically that flashback from that fight. The I believe it says it again and do the one where he sees Ritsu laying on the floor bleeding during the seventh claw division arc and make it flash back to the new years incident. Then it continues to say “I will never die” over and over again and you can just compile a bunch of scenes of mob taking serious hits that honestly should’ve killed him like some of those punches should’ve knocked his head off. But anyway save the last “I will never die” for the scene of him laying in the road and then at die the pavement cracks. That will be hard so ummm do it if you want but this seems like a hard edit.

Umm well that’s two of my ideas down. Probably no one is gonna see this and even if they do they’ll be like “ wtf does this lame girl think she’s doing? No one’s gonna even read this!” And they’d be right but anyway yay! These ideas lowkey aren’t even good. 💀🙏

[eliteseven]

i just have to curse more people with this knowledge as well: i cant think of anything related to viconia or shar or selune without remembering when i was playing baldurs gate 1 enhanced for the first time and Viconia called Selune "the Milkmaiden" 💀

...🥴 this led me down a very odd rabbit hole.

Apparently Selûne's followers made her milk offerings??? I think Selûne was into the milk scene:

According to the FR wiki on two separate pages:

"Some folk believed silver to be Selûne's hardened tears.[50] Silver cups were the favored receptacles for milk offerings to Selûne."

and

"Many rituals revered a woman's role as a teacher and role model, both in the home and in society. Milk, a sacred fluid, was a vital holy substance in ceremonies." "Rituals often involved offerings of milk or wine and dancing, and were performed as personal matters. Followers of the Moonmaiden would often set bowls of milk outside on nights when the moon was full. Clerics prayed for their spells at night while facing the moon, if it was out and visible."

....thank you for this info, anon. 😅

[kyros-tha-soldier]

ONE PIECE CHAPTER 1098 FULL SUMMARY (AND SOME SCREENSHOTS)

⚠️Spoiler alert⚠️

This... this is disheartening, this is sad, messed up and disheartening... honestly if Luffy doesn't exterminate every single CD then I'm dropping OP forever. Let's get to the sauce:

-the chapter starts with the revolutionary army having a battle, and Kuma assisting in it despite Ivankov telling him not to go and that he was being reckless.

-since Ginny's disappearence, Kuma has gotten a lot more violent on the battlefield and has even fought against the enemy on his own and won.

-the revos receive a call from someone and when they pick up, the person tells them that they're sorry, and that their whole troop has been killed. This person of course, is none other than Ginny.

-Kuma tells his comrades that he will go rest on the ship since he was pretty exhausted from the battle, a battle that lasted three years that he single handedly won.

-two years after Ginny's disappearance, the revos receive a call from her, we can hear a baby crying in the background and she tells Kuma that she may not make it because she was seriously ill, she also tells him that she had been forced to marry a celestial dragon (we're not told who this CD is) and that he threw her out with her newborn baby after They both got the disease. She tells Kuma that she is Currently at the church where they used to live together. and that she made it over there by sailing under the sun and shielding her own baby using her own body.

-the sapphire scale disease is a very rare disease that causes the patient's skin to turn into a hard crystallized scale-like state upon contact with any natural light. So Ginny travelling to get back home while exposing herself to the sunlight and moonlight was literally a death sentence.

-Upon hearing that she's at the church, Kuma goes to find her, right before she says her last words "I have always, always loved you, Kuma..."

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD OH MY GOD ODA SHUT UP SHUT THE FUCK UP STOP THIS!!!!

GODDAMIT are you happy now????? You made Ginny die a terrible death, and the only man she ever loved didn't even hear her saying that she had always loved him!!!!! Fuck this shit god holy fuck!

-Kuma arrives at the church, it's empty, and we can see him kneeling in front of Ginny's dead body, we only see her hand and foot, they are badly damaged by the disease. Kuma starts Crying and holds her dead body in his arms before putting her into rest at a grave, the grave marker has her name on it, which is confirmed to be Ginny.

-Kuma takes it upon himself to raise little Bonney (he didn't name her bonney, it was Ginny who named her) however he is clueless about so many things regarding parenting, we see him asking the elderly for advice on how to make milk for Bonney 🥺 (they say that they would gladly help him but that he should put her in a cage so he won't crush her during his sleep... BROOOOO THESE ELDERLY MFS ARE SAVAGE AS HELL 💀💀💀)

-Kuma starts to balance between his work as revolutionary and a new surrogate parent. We see him holding the milk bottle so little Bonney can drink, and she chugs it in no time. Kuma calls her "a big eater" just like he used to do for Ginny.

-We see a montage of Bonney growing up, and she calls Kuma "papa", to which he burst out in tears (he reminds me of Kyros in this scene.... WHAT'S WITH ODA AND BIG SOFT DADS BEING ALL TEARJERKERS ?????) We see him assisting in revolutionary battles and training Sabo as well as taking care of his daughter in his hometown, scenes of him bathing her and sleeping next to her

-however it's not all fun and games (Oda: of course this is Kuma's flashback, it has to be messed up to the max!) And we see Gyogyo and his friend (Bonney's two future subordinates) come to the church, and Kuma orders them to lock the door. They comply and close it but notice that he had also closed the windows completely shut with woodbplanks, they ask him why he did that and he tells them that it's because Bonney shouldn't be exposed to light (he shows them a small spot of crystalized scales on her face near her cheek where she will have her piercing in the future). He tells dragon and iva that he will quit being a revolutionary so he can take care of Bonney

-The kids bully Bonney and call her a vampire, she beats them and gives them the middle finger, and when she tried to get out Kuma stops her, fearing she might get exposed to sunlight. Instead he brings her books from all around the world to read.

-Kuma takes Bonney to so many other doctors, some of which mis-diagnosed her with the amber-lead disease (the same disease law had)

-a doctor diagnoses her with the sapphire scale disease and tells Kuma that even though she didn't get exposed to natural light, the illness will still kill her slowly and she won't make it pass 10 years old

-Bonney overhears them and Kuma lies to her that the doctor said she will be cured in ten years, he calls her Jewelry because of the small patch of sapphire scales that she has on her face

-the two of them start dancing. Kuma asks Bonney where would she like to go and she tells him that she dreams of travelling the world and going to skypia and drum island.

-News about the return of King Beckori to the throne, and the elderly people tell Kuma that the king wants to exterminate those who oppose him, Kuma is shocked by the news, and the chapter ends.

Okay, overall impression of the chapter:

I am at a loss of words... I am appallled I'm... I'm...

and to think that we're not done and we still have more!!!!! KUMA WILL STILL SUFFER MORE AND MORE AND EVEN MORE!

but for now, I want to clear the air with some cute panels, if we gone remember Kuma, might as well remember him for the big softie he is:

people said Oda didn't draw well in this manga like, Nuh uh this shit looks AMAZING than whatever scribbles he used to give us! the dark undertones and shadows, wow, just WOW!

on a sidenote: Bonney is confirmed to be twelve, yikes oda....

Edit: I'm a dum dum bum bum and I mistook Bonney saying she wants to visit Fishman Island with her wanting to visit drum island

[tawus]

Happy Birthday to Zaddy Toji Fushiguro here are 150 towards devoted to him~<3

on the bed, on the couch, on the kitchen counter, on the table, on the floor, on the balcony, in the shower, in front of the mirror, semi-public, DA BEACH~, melons, front, back, sideways, legs open, shouting, tight, wet, bondage, gagging, lingerie, a man and his stick, doggy style, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, moaning, hair pulling, scratch marks, hickeys, loud loud, noise complaint, sheets gripping, jaw-dropping, tongue rolling, Twinkie, creamy, gushy, lip locking, pounding, vile, vulgar, name calling, oral, anal, 69, call the ambulance for me, legs tangled, bed soaked, bed dead, chair, chair dead, blow job, mind-blowing, make-outs, hickeys, an absolute beast, salty taste, 10 inches, 3 veins, bulge, woops~ my panties slipped~, whole cake ass bakery, biting, marking, claiming, single parent?, Megumi's half-sibling?, half-siblings?, daddy gonna get milk, your friends don't know what you taste like but I do~, Alexa be a darling and play Fantasize by Ariana Grande.

Oh! And water! LOTS of water

This is the oldest ask in my inbox and it’s about 4 months old 😅 Mokona ayo, you wrote it like you're ready to risk everything, including your happy marriage with Gojo, for a frisky night with Toji 👀 These are mad fertile grounds for Toji scenarios btw, so if y'all vote for one of these, I'll put out a lil drabble on the most voted topic 😌

Toji’s birthday is on 31st December apparently btw, which I consider to be yet another cruel joke by Gege 💀

As for myself, I wanted to write a scene from my Toji longfic idea as a response to this ask. In the conception of the fic idea, I often lamented (and still do) how reduced, sexualised, and simplified Toji is in 99% ‘Toji x Reader’ fics. But then it occurred to me that the goddamn scene I’d chosen to write for him and release to the world first – was chock full of sexual content as well. I was doing the exact same thing that I was trying to address in the Toji/Reader fandom…

I realised it doesn’t always have to be sex with him. So here’s some wholesome beachtime fluff with Toji 💕

Face to face with him at last. Just you and him. Like he’d always promised you.

At long last you could take in the calm stillness of his Zenin features, not strained by his resentment of the lineage, not squeezed by his rage with its present members.

His wide forehead was as smooth as sea. His onyx bangs oscillated like pirate sails over his fanning black lashes – ever a rebel. Even like this, with you. Even as his lips parted, guardless at last against you, not scowling and not pressed in his fury with his clan, ready to finally accept your seal. The dagger-shaped scar at their edge – his unique signature to every kiss he ever gave you, the subtle ridge of which you’d always licked before engulfing him in your love, the ridge you could never ignore — for it was Toji, his history, his mouth.

Even as his broad chest lay bare for you to hug, to embrace, to compress with your heart, to press your happy tears against…it wasn’t really the same.

In this sunlight embalming the beach, Toji finally didn’t push you away. He accepted you. He didn’t tense.

You hugged him tightly like you’d always wanted, while red streaked down the corner of his mouth like dry saffron and his emerald greens glowed emptily toward the fading sky.

The sky that was calm. The beach calm. The sea – calm. Toji – so calm.

Too.

Too calm.

Calmness attained only by one state.

Death.

[mickimomo]

Attuma with the babies - part 1

Listen. I just know Attuma is an extremely involved and supportive husband when it comes to raising his and Okoye's kids.

So just come with me as I write out a few thoughts.

This is based in The Sun & The Sky AU. 💓

My thoughts:

The first time Attuma held the twins, he cried. They were so small and precious. From the moment he saw them, he knew that he'd destroy any and every threat that dared to trouble them. Okoye was given many soft kisses and praises for bringing their kids into the world too. Gentle massages, careful assistance with bathing, and homemade meals. You know, all the good stuff. Anything to help her as she healed and rested. Gotta make sure his sun is shining too. 😌

Anytime their babies would cry, he'd sprint to the scene to hold them and soothe them. Okoye is often impressed by how in tune he is with the twins. Sometimes it seems like he's able to sense their distress before they make an audible cry. Even in the midst of his slumber, he'll wake up and go check on their two bundles of joy.

Whenever Okoye has to breastfeed them, he's there helping and being supportive. Whether he's rubbing her back. Holding her so that she's able to rest in his arms. Or feeding her because she's a bit hungry and her arms are full. He read a lot of books while she was pregnant, so he's constantly rubbing her down with salves he read about to make sure she's never sore after breastfeeding and that she's eating properly to keep producing milk.

And as Okoye begins to observe the changes to her body, postpartum, Attuma is always boosting her head up. She doesn't even get a chance to think any less of herself. He's always praising her, drowning her in love, and gifting her things so that she knows she's just as special as their babies. He'll take care of the kids, so that she can go train a little or have some alone time. He'll even plan little picnic dates for them in the living room, while the twins are sleeping, so the romance stays alive. 🥺 He'll bring her home flowers and a baked treat, every time he comes home from patrolling. Eager to relieve her of any stress, she may be feeling from taking care of the twins all day by herself.

Whenever Okoye is napping, he's always walking around with the babies wrapped securely to his torso. Ever since Aneka showed him how to wrap the babies securely and wear them- he saw it while out and wished to learn- he does it as often as he can. He's a proud father. The twins are his pride and the fruits of his love. Why wouldn't he keep them close?

Everyone finds it cute. Such a large and intimidating man wearing two little babies.

Yes, Aneka and Namora take pictures and send them to Okoye. Shuri has been working on building a super cool stroller to earn the title of Auntie of the Year. It's a hard competition with RiRi in the lab. To their dismay, Oni manages to one up them by giving Attuma more patterned wraps made with a longer and stretchier cloth. (Attuma will carry his babies until they are 4. And even then. He'd just move on to piggyback rides. 😭 He feels that they are safer when they are close. 🥺 But he has to get more creative as he and Okoye's family grows. Imagine him with 12 kids wrapped around him. �� Jk. 12 kids is my running joke. It does not have to be canon.)

"Man- I know we didn't just get one upped by a piece of fabric." RiRi scowled as Oni and Attuma talked.

Namora was proud of her wife, shooting a small glare at RiRi. "You did. Accept it."

"Those praises do not fall on you. You're just as crappy of an aunt as us." RiRi huffed before laughing when Namora gently nudged her and rolled her eyes.

"He's a simple man." Shuri groaned. "I should have listened to K'uk'ulkan."

"He'll come around." Aneka gently pet them on the back. "You're crazy if you think he's only having two kids with udade. Your inventions will come in handy eventually."

"She is right." Namora hummed. "We all aspire to have big families."

The funny thing about Attuma wearing the twins is that they are so small that they're both able to be strapped to the front of his chest. As they get older, the less chaotic of the twins get to chill in the front. (They don't try to grab ingredients or kick things while he'd cooking. Safety first people.) It's okay. He often gives his toddler on his back pieces of cut fruit to keep their spirits lifted and help them feel involved.

Okoye is always amused to see him talking to the twins while cooking and running errands, even though they're tiny and unable to process what he's saying.

"We are making K'iin food. K'iin means sun." He whispered. "K'iin is your mother. Na' is how you say mother." He'd remind them. "We must make sure she stays bright and healthy." He'd say as he chopped up some ingredients. "So we are making her soup to help her heal, because having two babies took a toll on her. She needs lots of food and rest so that she can continue to be the best mother she already is to both of you." He smiled behind his rebreather. "We will start by cutting up these carrots-"

"Ah." One of the babies would sound out.

"-Yes." He'd grin before pressing a soft kiss into the infant's head. "And we'll add onions, peppers, and chicken. Na' like corn, so we have to add it too."

Sometimes he'll sing to them in mayan. It's not a tune that's laced with strong suggestions like the one he'd drown his enemies with. It's often a song his mother would hum to him when he was small. Something he was happy to pass down to his own children.

And that concludes Part 1. ♡

p.s. I feel like the first set of twins would be identical boys. And they'd end up being mama boys (in a healthy way), because Attuma raised them to respect women. 😤 So, yeah.

[sensei-venus]

“Just A Pup”(2/?)

Alpha!Daniel/Alpha!Amanda/Omega!Reader/Alpha!Johnny featuring Twins! Sam & Robby and Baby!Miguel

(Unedited) ( Officially truring this into a Au! but I have now idea what I’m going to call it.💀) (Support Me Links🌺)

“You're more worried about the fact she is in your stupid recliner than the fact she is literally breastfeeding a pup that clearly isn't ours” Daniel’s voice was in a sharp whisper as he tried to keep it down due to the still sleeping pups in the bassinet.

Johnny shrugged as he threw his gym bag softly on the floor.

“Hey I just happen to like my chair and she only sits in it when I'm in it, on my lap, know it all. And also, from here it looks like it could be your pup Johnny rolled his eyes and huffed.

Amanda was the only one who didn't seem to be making the scene into a huge deal. Her eyes scanned over the relaxed omega who was completely laid out in the big recliner. Her eyes lazily watched the two alpha in amusement. Amanda slowly inched over to the chair, looking over the omegas arms to get a better look at the baby in her arms. She slowly sat down on the couch that was next to the chair, she leaned over the side to get a better look. She rested her chin on one of her palms as she carefully reached over and pulled the throw blanket from over the baby.

The pup detached from Reader's breast for a moment. His little hands gripped at her skin as his eyes opened slightly, big brown teary eyes. He moved around for a moment, wiggling as the warm blanket was moved.

“Their tiny...”

“I know, he's almost as tiny as Robby was when he was first born. I couldn't just let him starve.”

“The question still stands Honey.”

“Doorstep surprise? At first, I thought I got a doorbell ditch, but then I heard this little sound and looked down and found this little guy wrapped up in a ratty old blanket, dipper barely even fit him.” she smiled at Amanda as she ran a finger over the pups cheek. Amanda couldn't help but smile back as she also watched the pup.

“It's a boy?”

“Yep, I thought he looked like Daniel at first, with the black hair and tan skin. Oh, and these big brown eyes.” the two women looked down at the pup taking in all the details about him. Daniel seemed to have heard his name as he stopped his small argument with Johnny and looked toward them. Both males sighed before walking over to the two women. Both of them kneeled down on the opposite side of the recliner to look at the new pup.

“Wow he does kind look like Daniel.”

“I feel like you would say that about any Italian guy ever just to mess with me.”

“Hey, Louis looks nothing like you and you're acutely related.” Daniel rolled his eyes at Johnny. The two male alphas looked down at the pup. He blinked up at them with wide eyes as he lazily gripped at the skin of Reader's breast. He blew I tiny spit filled milk bubble from his lips before searching for Reader’s nipple again, he locked onto it and went back to feeding. Reader rubbed at his back as he started to nurse again.

“He sure is hungry, he’s attacking your tit babe.”

“Yeah, I have no idea when he last eat but I’m pretty sure it’s been a while with the way he’s going at it. When I first tried to get him to latch he wouldn’t. Now that he’s figured it out he’s going to town.”

“Lucky your a over producer.”

She hummed as she looked down at the curly haired pup. The four adults just sat in silence for a minute as they watched the pup get back into the rhythm of suckling. It wasn’t until one of the twins started to shuffle around in the bassinet that they looked over.

“Who is it?”

“Looks like Robby is awake.”

Reader sighed but smiled as Johnny scooped up the now awake baby. Sam was still sound asleep and softly breathing. Robby wiggled in Johnnys arms before making hand motions and gripping at the air. Johnny ran a thumb over the boys soft baby fat cheek, but Robby couldn’t care less as his bottom lip started to tremble.

“He’s hungry, hand him over sweet cheeks.”

Reader motioned with one hand for Johnny to pass the baby to her. Johnny quickly did that and shuffled the baby over to her.

Reader was a pro by now with shifting and handling two babies at the same time. She unlatched her other laceration bra flap and maneuvered the boy into place to start feeding. Robby’s head held firm to the side of her breast for a moment. His eyes slightly swelling with tears.

“He’s going to start crying soon because Sam’s not up with him feeding.”

“I know but I need to keep feeding-“

Everyone stopped as Robby’s outstretched arm and hand wiggled between the omegas open cleavage. Usually Sam would be up for a sheared feeding and Robby would hold onto her as they both eat.

Everyone was surprised with the curly haired boy also reached out and took Robby’s own little hand. Robby latched onto Reader’s nipple and began eating his own meal.

“Oh….”

“I thought he was going to start crying like usual.”

They all just watched as Robby nursed without a single peep. His hand clenched the other pup's hand. The two of them fed in silence.

“.....So what do we do now?” Johnny questioned as he took his shoes off and threw them into the doorway. Reader rolled her eyes as she watches him hazard toss the ratty old sneakers into the clean hallway. Daniel clearly felt the same way as he grimaced, but started taking his own dress shoes off and placing them neatly in the hallway. Amanda's heels sat on the living room floor, waiting to be put back into their closet at some point.

“I don't know to be honest, I didn't think that far ahead. I was more worried about getting him cleaned up and fed. He needs a bath too later.” Reader slowly started to rock both pups. They both snuggle deeper into her hold.

“We call someone? The police maybe? I don't know much about this kind of stuff. Who do you call to report abandoned pups?” Daniel scratched at his head. Amanda inched over and tried to run a hand over the new pup.

She was shocked in Reader jolted away from her with a look of shock and fear.

Reader never acted like this before and it made all of the alpha step back for a moment. Not understanding what they did wrong to make her jump back like that.

Reader held the pup tight to her breast, almost like she was trying to keep it away from the others. Her eyes were wide as she held the small pup.

“Your not taking him from me and that's that.” her voice cracked, something horrible bubbling in her gut. A feeling of fear and panic that sparked out of nowhere. The sudden need to keep the pup as close as possible to her without the others even getting the chance to touch him. It filled her body with pure heat and instinct to keep him safe.

Even if it was from her own alphas.

Amanda chewed at her bottom lip, pulling her hand back to her own chest. Her eyes growing deep with worry.

The air in the room grew thick and deep with the clearly upset omegas scent. It was potent and filled the room, clearly trying to say “back off” to anyone in the room. All of the alphas promptly took a step back from her to give her space. Amanda tried to rack her brain in the moment to try and figure out what she could've said it down to upset Reader. Her eyes grow worried as she started to figure out what they said that made her so upset.

“Reader we would never take our- your pups, you know that right? We would never forcefully take them. We would never take any pup from you like that.” Amanda tried to be as gentle as possible when saying it. Not wanting to push the omega away.

Reader relaxed only a little as she slowly came back down. Her posture goes lax in the chair once again.

Both Johnny and Daniel nod.

“Shes right, we would never try and take a pup away from you. If this is about the new pup, we won't do anything to him. We won't take him from you.” Daniel slowly inches towards her again.

The curly-haired pup slowly detached from her nipple once again but this time for good. His tiny belly was filled and plump, full of warm milk. His eyes blinked as he blew another milk bubble. Robby soon did the same but closed his eyes and slowly let go of the other pup's hand, going to grab at his mama’s skin.

“Here let me burp him real quick and you get Robby.” Johnny reached out for the pup. Reader though about it and ever so slowly passed the pup off to him. He gently took the pup from her, his other hand grabbing for one of the baby towels to throw on his shoulder.

The pup squirmed around for a moment as he was lifted and placed against Johnny’s big shoulder. Johnny patted at the baby's back and waited for the small sounds of his burps. His large hand ran over the baby's back as a few small gas bubbles passed.

After a few minutes he was done, the baby all happy again and full.

“He is pretty cute now that I'm seeing him up close....” Johnny mumbled as he looked down at the pup in his arms. Big brown eyes looked up at him. Daniel stood up next to him and looked at the pup as well.

“Wow you where right, he does kind look like me. Those eyes are pretty big.”

“See I told you!” Reader giggles from her spot in the recliner. Robby had since fell into silence as he relished in the close contact of his mama. His head resting against her it as he breathed in her sweet scent, calming him and keeping him relaxed.

“I want to keep him.”

“We just had twin’s, are you sure about this? It’s another baby, another almost newborn. I feel like this could be a bit to much for you when we aren’t home.”

“What if I would have had a a bigger litter? If I had wound up pregnant with even more pups then just Sam and Robby? Would you be asking the same thing?” Reader huffed. She understood where they where coming from, but the idea of having multiples was always on their mind. When they first got pregnant. The idea of twins was already there, even the idea of triplets and so one. What was one more baby at this point.

Amanda slowly nodded.

“If you are ok with it then I am. You know I love pup’s, I would be happy to have raised another one with you any day. She places a kiss on Reader’s lips as she gently scratches at Robby’s back. She presses her head to Reader’s as she looks over at the other two alphas.

Johnny and Daniel look at the two women before looking down at the boy one more time. His eyes gaze into theirs.

“I knew bonding with you would be the end of me- now you got me thinking of having even more pups with you. And now we have three.” Johnny grunted out after. Daniel and Amanda had to stop from snoring and Reader rolled her eyes.

For a few minutes it was quiet as they all just let the new feelings and emotions wash over them and sink in.

Johnny slowly gave the boy back to Reader and swapped him for a now sleeping Robby. He put the boy back in his bassinet next to Sam who was till out cold. She shifted a little to grab at her twin. The two pups falling into a small breathing rhythm.

“Did you think of a name yet? You know so we can call him something?” Daniel said as he walked over to sit next to Amanda on the couch. The two alphas cuddled up as they looked over to Reader. The omega smiled as she brushed a finger over the now sleepy pups cheek. He grunted as he grew closer to her warm skin. Brown eyes slowly fluttering closed.

“I was thinking….Miguel, Miggy for short.”

“Miguel?”

“I don’t know, he just looks like a little Miguel too me. I was actually thinking about the name before Robby was born but then Johnny talked me out of it.”

“Hey-”

“I know, you wanted to honor Bobby, who you should call more by the way. He's calling me all the time about coming to meet his wife.” she puffed out her cheeks. Johnny rolled his eyes but gave a knowing look.

“Miguel, Samatha and Robert.... Sam, Robby and Miggy. That sounds right.”

All four of them smiled as they peer over the blanket.

Miguel sleeping soundly, not yet understanding that he just gained a whole new family that was willing to do anything to keep him happy and safe for the rest of his life.



[clatoera]

hi i’ve been really into the hunger games recently and since ARWBFB is one of my favourite works i tried a quick headshot of how i imagine cato to look in the sequel (in my mind he looks the same as the movie version for most of ARWBFB but then i noticed that clove said his hair grew longer in D13 so i thought i’d give him slightly longer hair ) (and also for the love of god am i unable to draw full foreheads i’m sorry) + some scenes from the sequel + personal hc that he thinks that chocolate milk came from brown cows. i’d also imagine that maybe one time he asks glimmer if she should just give her babies strawberry milk instead of breastfeeding because “strawberry milk is pink and pink is like, your colour, glimmer” 💀

also he has eyebags because he and clove spent the entire night banging each other

YOU are SO FUNNY oh my GOD I recognize you from my notifications! Hi! Hello! You like my posts! Welcome nice to meet you and you're HILARIOUS you're ABSOLUTELY right he's kind of a moron and would in fact recommend strawberry milk because it's pink and he does it out of love. Like truly, he means it so literally like hey it's pink glimmer likes pink and Clove..she adores him. Not for his brains. But she adores him.

Noone tell cato about edible glitter he's going to send a crate to Glimmer's porch fr.

this is SO fun and cool thank you so much my friend I'm kicking my feet fr rn!!! Thank you omg!!