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[ceiling-karasu]

Alright! So the dormouse OC was apparently going to happen!

I keep thinking about him, so I'm going to have to turn that Tokgasi mouse deserter from chapter 3 into a new OC, and maybe include him in another chapter before his own AU.

After doing some more research this weekend, I guess I headcanon 'field mice' as being dormice (maybe specifically Japanese dormice). Dormice are more closely related to squirrels and beavers than they are actual mice, apparently.

They are also relatively rare. Which would make the Weasel Unit see them as perfect spies to sneak into Flower Hill disguised as squirrels, since it is unlikely that Flower Hill would know about the species. Any quick check while infiltrating a unit or town would prove that the tails were real anyway, so another dormouse infiltration AU could be a go.

It would easy enough for a dormouse who was used to living in poverty to desert to Flower Hill and try to live unnoticed among the populace, either because of horrible treatment at the hands of the weasels and Tokgasi, or because they are just seeking a better life than what was offered.

As for his name, the alternative name for a dormouse is 'sleepy mouse,' since they hibernate during the winter, so I am naming him Jollin (Sleepy).

Of course, there is the danger of what would happen if someone were to find out about who he really is, or if Tokgasi ever finds him again.

Obviously, I already have Flower Hill knowing who and what he is, and capitalizing on having him continue to receive orders, while sending back some true but somewhat useless information to his handlers.

I see him as having a calm, laid back job as a mail-carrier and supply deliverer between a group of small villages. Kind of like some BBC Masterpiece Theater series with a subplot about the kindly neighborhood fixture hiding a dark past. Which is what I said about the weasel doctor pretending to be an otter, so I might just be thinking about those types of plots a lot.

But Jollin could be good at solving mysteries and disputes between neighbors. He himself is a very frightened individual, and tends to act like a typical scared mouse. Everyone assumes it is some type of trauma from losing his village and family, and try their best to make him feel welcome. Still , he is determined enough to go through with Tokgasi's training in order to become a scout and escape the clutches of the weasels to begin with.

But where do his true loyalties lie? Will he turn against Flower Hill and rejoin the Weasel Unit should his luck change, or if Tokgasi forces him to join again with no way out? Or will he stay in an uncertain future where everyone in his new home may turn against him?

In a remote area, Jollin could listen to all the gossip of the neighbors and also report back on that if he gets any important information. Or, he could be innocent, and desperately trying to avoid attention. Which would allow the Flower Hill Commanders to send dismantled weapons and ammunition to the villages through him, since he would be the only one not to actually inspect why so many packages were going through the area.

Just a fun little AU.

[jedi-bird]

Had a bit of a not so great day. First time in almost two years I've had cramps bad enough to make me sick. Anxiety attack dealing with a family member's medical appointment. Didn't get to eat until almost three hours later than I normally do (doesn't sound like a bad thing but it throws my body and medication schedule way off and leaves me feeling bad for the rest of the day). I decided that I deserved comfort foods and made frozen dumplings for dinner (berkshire pork dumplings, plant based gyoza, and vegetable mandu). I just want the pain to stop and never return.

[homobiwan]

If your boss starts having unreasonable expectations but you feel like you can't say no it is IMPERATIVE to engage in malicious compliance

[jorvikzelda]

today i had this Vivid memory flash through my mind of kissing my ex boyfriend (this was like 2018) and i felt so viscerally fucking revolted and I gotta say. it is truly impressive that I didn’t realise I’m a lesbian sooner than fucking half a year ago

[arlathen]

i just had a collection of words enter my head so. flashing back a few fixations.

agency IT department phishing test email.

[salsflore]

just bought things online. life is good

[onepiexe]

ok i can talk abt work now. i got hired to assist the main person who runs inventory and communicates with the vendors, orders plants and products etc etc. its been hard and mostly office work but insanely rewarding.

[generic-whumperz]

(Tw: multiple death mentions in tags)

Very curious if this is a common experience (only answer skeleton if the first 3 don't apply)

[digitaldiseas3]

i’m sick of wasting fucking money holy shit. euros must be fuckin cursed for me or something because what the fuck

[legitimatesatanspawn]

You know what's surprisingly hard to find? A small handful of dried flowers for craftproject purposes.

I can find boxes and bulk supplies (by color). I can find entire bouquets. But... not a tiny handful. I could get the bulk amounts but outside of this one little project I can't think of anything else I'd need them for.

Wonder how incredibly awkward it'd be to walk into a flowershop and go "hi I just want a couple flowers please?" and press them myself. I know it'd take a couple weeks for them to dry out... and making the risen project will only take a few days after. In theory it'd be ready in time.

hmm.

[kaelor0409]

This scene sold me on ACOFAF. The reveals themselves was amazing, but watching the cast lose their minds in response was just perfect.

I'm reminded of Calamity where everyone was cackling over their pet schemes while one guy was secretly like "I talk to D&D Satan every night, he makes some good points". The cast came up with creative backstories and secrets, all of which were great and either dramatic or hilarious...and meanwhile Emily was sitting on these bombshells the entire time.

And it never would have worked if she hadn't spent every minute before this one acting like the absolute LAST person you'd expect to secretly be a happily married mother.

[hedgehog-moss]

I offered to give the florist a hand with her deliveries again, like I did on Mother's Day, and doing it on All Saints' Day was a different and quieter experience; I liked it. The florist's husband and I went around putting flowers on graves in various local graveyards for people who don't live nearby and can't visit the graves themselves; sometimes we had a graveyard map and the right grave was marked with a little X, so there was an interesting treasure hunt aspect to it. Sometimes there was no map, only indications given by the customer. The customer is not very good at giving indications. When you're looking for the grave of someone named Bernard and your post-it note says it's the first grave on the left when you enter, but this grave says 'To my beloved grandmother', you just have to trust your instinct telling you that Bernard is elsewhere.

Another person indicated that there was a statue of a rooster near their relative's grave, but my earnest rooster search turned up nothing. (Me: "Is it possible that they mistook a real rooster for a statue?" Florist's husband: "Everything is possible.") Another level of difficulty was a village graveyard where almost everyone had the same last name, and there were several Jeannes. (Florist's husband: "Are there any other indications?" Me: "Yes. The note says the tombstone is made of grey stone." "(deep sigh)" Me: "These Jeannes already have some flowers—should I give the flowers to the Jeanne who doesn't have any?" "That's not how it works.") (😔)

But all in all delivering flowers in rural graveyards on behalf of faraway relatives of the deceased is a picturesque and peaceful activity, and you can discover interesting old-timey names. I was telling a friend earlier that doing this full-time was possibly my dream job: you get to be alone but feel close to humanity; it's calm and gives you time to think, and it's the right amount of challenging (to find Bernard). Too bad it's only really needed on All Saints' Day. I don't like driving but I could picture myself walking around with my donkey carrying baskets of flowers, going from village to village, being greeted like an old friend by graveyard cats. Crossing villages by foot involves a daunting amount of small talk—so I would travel & work at night. On nights when there are no flowers to deliver I would be content to skulk around my graveyards, waiting to be summoned. (My friend, clarifying: "Your dream job is 'nice ghoul.'")

[gojoacedia]

Because Hawks is a bird there are certain things he does that none of your other boyfriends have done in the past. One thing to note is that even though his name is Hawks, he’s not necessarily a hawk. He exhibits behaviors from a variety of species because he didn’t have one single species to teach him.

-If he finds a cool rock/shell/flower he will bring it to you as a present. Each present has a cute story of how it made him think of you. You find yourself appreciating these free trinkets more than the extravagant things he buys you just because he makes them so much more personal.

-When you get in bed for the night he will create a nest of blankets and pillows around both of you. It’s the most comfortable bed you have ever slept in.

-He will sit and lay on you. You are his favorite pillow. Maybe it’s in his bird instincts to sit on his babies or maybe you are just a comfy person to lay on. You may never know.

-You never need to get anything delivered again. Hawks will be your little delivery pigeon. He mostly goes out to get you food, but it could be literally anything and he will get it for you.

-He subconsciously unfolds his wings entirely when he’s horny and wants to have sex. You think it’s similar to when male peacocks unfold their feathers to impress their mate.

-You are the only person he lets touch his feathers. You learned how to preen his feathers from him and now when he’s too tired to go through every nook and cranny you help him. If you pick out a particularly thick scale and he flinches you make sure to give him a long kiss. After preening you put oil on his feathers, and every time you do this he rubs against you to let you know how good it feels. He had a hard time admitting this, but because your hands are so much softer and more delicate he thinks you are better at preening than he is.

-You can always tell if he’s cold because he will fluff his feathers out to keep warm. You usually respond by giving him a big hug or asking if he wants to cuddle.

-Because his wings are waterproof, he will always use them as an umbrella over you. He doesn’t care about himself getting wet, he just wants his baby bird to be comfortable.

[sgtgarricks]

begging kyle to do it raw :(

saw this tweet and thought to myself: how do i make this about kyle garrick? (afab!reader)

cw: nsfw, breeding kink!!!!, fingering, vaginal sex, uhh kyle garrick is a warning

reblogs are appreciated ♡

Kyle was, by a huge margin, the sweetest guy you have ever dated. He would always make time to text you a 'good morning' or 'good night' even when he was busy, had scheduled flower deliveries if he was going to be away for a while, and make sure you were always taken care of financially.

However, you found out recently he could have a little bit of a mean streak in bed.

His lips travel slowly from the column of your neck to your chest before finding your nipple. He licks tentatively while his hand travels south to your navel. You moan when his finger reaches your pussy, moving back and forth making squelching noises from how wet you are.

"Kyle, please.." You moan out, unable to take his teasing. Your fingers grip his strong arms as he breathes out.

"Mmm.. be patient, sweetheart. Let me play with this pretty little pussy first." He comes back up to pull you into a slow kiss, his tongue meeting yours. The way he kisses drives you insane, his tongue skillfully exploring your mouth. He groans when you try to kiss him rougher and slips a finger easily into your walls.

"Ah, fuck.." Your back arches as he slips his finger deeper into you, momentarily breaking the kiss as your eyes close. The moment you do, you feel a bite on the side of your neck and your eyes open in surprise.

"Don't look away from me. Look at me when I make a mess out of you." He leans back, giving you a perfect view to his finger that's thrusting in and out of your slick pussy as his other hand plays with your clit.

You feel your breath get heavier, eyes hazy, and mind cloudy from the immense pleasure you feel. You can feel his eyes on you, watching your every move like hawk as his cock begins to twitch.

His hand begins to move faster and you can hear the sound of your slickness as he fingers you. One of your hand goes to your nipple, fingers pinching and rubbing lightly. With your other, you grasp Kyle's leaky cock in your hand, squeezing him lightly as you begin to stroke him.

"Fuck, you're doing so well for me," His praise shoots straight to your core as you start squirming in bed. "You wanna cum, baby?" He doesn't falter in his pace, inserting another digit as your walls begin to clench on his fingers.

"Y-yeah, wanna cum so bad Kyle.."

"Mmm.. that right? You wanna cum on my fingers?" You nod, unable to speak. You feel pressure build as your heart begins to beat faster, you were so, so, close.

And then he stops.

You whine out in protest and stare at him in confusion. You feel the pressure subside as Kyle grins at you, stroking himself.

"The only thing you're cumming on is my cock, baby." You couldn't even protest, legs spreading immediately to accommodate him. He hums at your submission and strokes your thigh. You hear a plastic rip and you see him about to put a condom on. Using protection was a normal part of your sex life, but today, something in you didn't want the latex barrier between you and Kyle.

You sit up and grab the condom on his hand as he looks at you questioningly. One of his eyebrow raises and you feel heat rise to your cheeks.

"Can we.. not use the condom?" You ask shyly. He was motionless for a second, before his face morphs into a cocky grin.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck you raw?" He inches his face closer to you, lips a breath away from touching. Nodding, you slowly take the condom away from his hand and throw it on the floor.

"Say it." He goads as he slowly pushes you back. "Say what you want me to do to you." He taps his cock on your clit a few times, dragging it over your slick folds and positioning it at your hole. You stay silent, hand over your face in embarrassment. He leans over you and pulls your hand away.

"I'm not gonna fuck you until you say it." He threatens. You huff out, pouting as you stare up at him.

"Kyle.." He only raises an eyebrow, continuing to thrust shallowly, the tip almost slipping in. The head of his cock rubs on your clit teasingly and you feel lightheaded. "Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me raw, want to feel all of you in me. Need you to feel you cum inside me." You plead, hand going to his neck and dragging his mouth down to you as his cock slips in your walls. He groans into your lips and begins rocking forwards, inching more of himself into you.

"So fucking good for me, telling me what you want." He's fully in you now, hips moving to pull out halfway before slamming in fully.

"Don't worry baby, I'll give you what you want. I'll fill you up nicely, keep all of me inside you until it takes, yeah?" He whispers breathily. Your legs cross between his back, pulling him closer every time he bottoms out.

"Y-yeah.. fill me up Kyle, want it so bad, want you so bad." You whimper when his tip hits the gooey spot inside you. With the way your bodies are pressed together, you feel every clench of his abdomen as he thrusts his leaky cock in you, the raw feel of him causing tingles up and down your spine.

"You're so fucking tight, how long have you wanted this huh?" His hand grabs both your cheeks as you can feel yourself start to drool a little. Tears fill your eyes at the immense pleasure Kyle is giving you.

Your walls clench to his rhythm, hips colliding against one another as he grunts with every thrust. The combined mess of your juices are spilling out of your hole, causing a wet mess on the bed.

You can only grunt out 'ah, ah, ah's as Kyle fucks you absolutely stupid. His dick is overwhelmingly thick, filling you like never before and the heat of him causes more pleasure to shoot through your body.

"You're gonna let me fuck you raw from now on, aren't you? Let me fill your sweet little pussy?" The logical part of your brain knows you should think about it more, but with every snap of his hips and the tip of his cock hitting your cervix you know you could never go back.

"Yeah, yeah. Gonna let you fuck me raw whenever you want," You nod, tears fully flowing from your face from the sheer pleasure. "Want you to cum inside me," Whining, you stick your tongue out, searching for his desperately.

He coos at you and relents, giving you what you want. Your tongue continues to explore his mouth when you feel his finger rub at your clit again.

"You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?." He whispers, moving his finger in circles as your body begins to twitch.

"S-so close, Kyle. Please, let me cum." You beg, legs dangling uselessly behind him as he's basically folding you in half now.

"Been so good to me, go on. Cum for me." Instantly, you feel your core clench hard on his cock as your back arches. Your entire body tightens as your mouth opens despite no sound coming out. Your orgasm washes over you in pulses, legs still twitching as you come down from your high.

Kyle continues fucking you slowly through it, eyes staring at you in wonder. He wipes the tears from your cheeks and presses kisses to your face.

"Beautiful." He whispers on your skin, fucking you slowly but deeply still. You were still slowly coming down from your high, not knowing how long Kyle stays moving inside you. The wetness from your cum helps him move even easier now as he starts moving faster again. Putting your mouth to his ear, you begin to whisper in his ear.

"Cum in me Kyle, want to feel you dripping out of me," He groans at your words as his rhythm starts to become frantic and you know he's close.

"Oh fuck," He grinds deeply into you, moaning. You feel the hot spurts of his cum coat the inside of your walls, branding you from the inside as his.

You moan out at the feeling and pull him closer to your chest as his cock continues to twitch out every last drop of his cum. He huffs, breathing heavily for a few minutes.

When he starts to pull out, you feel globs of his cum begin to leak out of you when he grabs your hips and tilts them upwards, preventing anymore from leaking out. He flops down, using both his arms to prevent his full weight from crushing you.

You were running your hand through his hair slowly, feeling yourself start to drift off when Kyle speaks.

"Hope you know I was serious about fucking you raw from now on."

notes: blushing and losing consciousness as i finish writing this goodbye i am going to go on ao3 and scour kyle garrick tags

[landojpg04]

I have this thot that simon riley is the type of guy to really show his love but not really say it due to his past.

Like every week he replenishes your flower vase. He’ll grab you a magnet when hes on deployment because he knows that's what you love to collect. He’ll drive over an hour to grab your favorite dessert from your favorite restaurant just because you said you were craving it in passing. He saves a seat next to him when you're running late to your weekly pub night with the 141 crew. He's the type of guy who just walks into a bookstore and grabs anything and everything he thinks you would like, and adds a gift card on top of that. When he showers and notices some of your products are halfway gone, he’ll make sure the next time he is out, he will buy some more. You mentioned once that you always wanted a make-up vanity. Next week, there's one built in your room with a little heart and S engraved. You mentioned how you needed to organize your books and start looking at bookshelves to buy. The next day, there are shelves filled with your books. 

When he’s deployed, he sets up a delivery service for food and flowers to make sure you still be taking care of him even if he's away. 

Simon Riley is the type of guy who shows that he loves you more than he actually says it. But you know deep in your heart when you walk in and see the new flowers in the vase, the bag of books, and your favorite dessert in the fridge that is hidden from over 100 magnets he’s gotten for you–that he loves you.