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[ray-jaykub]

I'm always such a big fan of your mob!turtles XO you're writing is amazing!!

The Fall part 1

Mob!Donnie childhood AU

Summary: Donnie is young and hasn't quite learned to hate the world yet. He's fighting for his and his family's freedom but when you're locked in chains, do you bite the hand that holds the keys? Who can really be trusted?

Warnings: dark, mentions of being held against your will, violence, child abuse ect. Just dark, so take caution.

Plink... Plink...

One pebble after another, thrown against the concrete wall of their bedroom. But, to call it a bedroom was an act of kindness. Four walls, a ceiling and a dirt floor. Cots laid with threadbare blankets that scratched their delicate skin as they lay upon them. There was hardly a morning Donatello didn't wake up with some kind of nasty, many legged thing crawling under his clothes- cockroaches, beetles, spiders... All searching for warmth in the soft no-man's-land between his skin and the fabric of his thin T-shirt.

"Will you shut the fuck up?" Raph's voice came harsh in the silence of the room but, Mikey was feeling bold and threw another pebble at the wall. Plink. That was the game. See how perfect of a noise you can make the stone sound against the stone wall. Grey pebble, grey walls, dirt floor. Sometimes Donnie wondered if the whole world was such a depressing shade of tedious. There had to be more, out there, the world he knew so little about but was so close to he could taste it. Had he had the vocabulary for it at the ripe age of 6, he would have named this place the ninth circle of hell although, he was not sure what treachery him and his brothers had committed to be there. Maybe this was Judecca, where those who had betrayed their lord could be found, the sin rubbed off on them from their creators- the scientists who formed the mutigen that made them. Years later, when they are all free of this place, Donatello would find himself repeating "the sin of the father is not the sin of the son" but, those words could hold no comfort now as he had not yet read them.

For now, they had each other and their games during the day to busy themselves for nightfall held a far different story for them. This place, this pit of hell that they were kept in, was no more than a part of an underground freak-show that boasted the most monstrous of acts that money could buy and Donatello and his brothers were the main attraction.

They came every night, five days a week, from 6pm to 11pm to sit in the audience and watch and cheer. Well... Only cheer on the nights they felt generous. Mostly it was a cascade of abuse and bottles being thrown, smashing around their feet or even against the the thin skin of their bony temples. They would perform, one by one, by demonstrating humiliating and meaningless tasks. Balancing a giant ball on their noses like a seal and an aquarium, dancing, fighting... This was all well and good but the crowd was always hungry for more. The boy's fear was like wine to them, they became drunk on it. Wanting to see more, feel more, be truly alive in that moment by witnessing others be torn down. It would get to the stage where the dancing bears or lions were set on them, turning their quaint little freak-show into a Colosseum where they would have to fight for their lives. But, tonight, they are safe and together and in the protection of their bedroom while Splinter, their father, performs.

Although they cannot see him as there are no windows in the room, they can hear the crowd screech out for more. It is a hideous sound, disembodied and almost alive in the way it carries throughout the camp. Donnie can sit there idly no longer and decided to get some fresh air.

The manacles that bind his feet together, the same as his brothers, do not allow his strides to be wide but he is fast nonetheless. Weaving between the carnies and jugglers and their fire pits with ease, watching as they rub their hands together for warmth and turn away from him. No one there looked at them, not even the other acts. They were united in the freakdom but, whatever the him and his brothers were could not be understood and therefore not tolerated. He would catch them, though, looking out of the corners of their eyes and he would smile (a childhood nervous habit) before their eyes darted away and they would spit and curse him under their breath. Donnie could feel something in his being chipped away each time this occurred, he would not know until years later that this was his empathy being stripped away.

Past the fires, past the trailers and the cages where the animals were housed in better conditions than he and his brothers were kept, towards the line of trees. There he sat and looked up at the night sky, it was far away enough that the calls of the vile audience were muffled like the buzzing of a fly kept under a glass. The moon was crescent shaped and the stars shone around it in patterns he was still trying to learn. Splinter has told him once "That is Orion, the hunter. You see those tree stars there, that is his belt. Scorpio will be near by". It was rare that Splinter was allowed outside alone with the boys, too much fear that he would break free of his chains and escape with them, but on the rare occasion they were together he would impart words of wisdom and comfort.

The breeze was cool against the skin of his cheeks and he looked around at the bustling camp, all preparing for their turn on stage. It was a different story for them, they were not captives of this travelling freak-show but willing participants. They could come and go as they please but most stayed, it was food and board and a chance to be around the other "undesirables" of society, a chance at acceptance. Donnie watched as bearded ladies combed out their moustaches and tightrope walkers went through their routines when his eye caught on a new face in the crowd. He has sandy blond hair and thick stubble about his chin, he was positioned under the hood of a truck, clanging at its insides and muttering to himself. This would not normally catch Donnie's attention if it weren't for the fact that the man looked right at him, smiled and waved before returning to his business. There was a look to his green eyes that crinkled around the edges- folded where thousands of other smiles had come before it, it stirred something in Donnie because he recognised the look. It was the same as his brothers would give him after he offered them another bite of his bread or pressed a cold compress to their fevered foreheads. It was kindness.

It knocked the breath from him, no one ever looked at him but much less smiled. The man was new here, he didn't understand the hierarchy of the show with the ringleaders at the top and him and his family at the very bottom. Soon this man would learn to downcast his eyes when Donnie passed and move away if he stood too close lest the turtle boy's lack of status stain him in some way. Unless Donnie thought I can make him see that I am not so different to him now, before they get to him! Had he known the word, he would have said "befriend", but he did not have any friends, nor know there was a word for it. All he had was his brothers and his father.

Meekly, Donnie rose and walked over the the man, keeping a watchful eye on the other show members to make sure they were not looking and would not interfere. The closer he got the more he could make out, there were tattoos on his arms, a pinup girl wearing a sailors hat, a black panther crouching, the ink was faded and had a greenish tinge to it where he had guessed it was once solid black. He smelt like sandalwood and tobacco and there were twinges of grey in his sandy hair.

"D-do you need any help" Donnie's voice came out small and frightened, this brought a warm smile to the man's face.

"Well, I'm not sure how much you know about cars, but hey, pass me that bolt tightener. The one that looks like a fork without the middle prongs" His voice was syrupy and smooth but deeper than he had expected it to be.

A fork? Donnie didn't know that word and it showed. The man frowned a little, as if in thought and pointed to the tool he was asking for on the ground by Donnie's left foot. He gratefully took it when Donnie handed it over and thanked him.

He was a lion tamer, by the name of Frank, and had moved here from a south. He liked to hum while he worked and would point out different parts of the engine to Donnie while he adjusted them. He was patient and often patted Donatello on the back when he said something Frank found amusing.

Eventually the truck was fixed despite the lack of light the flashlight was giving in the dark of the night and the engine purred like he imagined the panther on Frank's arm would, had it been real. He had instructed Donnie on how to help and where to put his slim, 6 year old fingers that could slip into smaller parts of the engine than Frank's could. He would smile with pride when Donnie did was well and patiently instructed when he fell short. The sky had darkened further in the 30 minutes they had stood talking and working so that Donnie guessed his father would be returning back to their room at any moment. He paused before hastily wishing Frank a good night and almost running back to the concrete cell where he spent most of his day.

"Hey, kid!" Frank called after him. "I appreciate your help. Why don't you swing by tomorrow and you can help me feed the lions?"

An invitation, an extension of kindness. Donnie's face lit up just thinking about it. His bare feet were dry and dusty and beginning to really feel the chill in the air but he agreed to meet Frank tomorrow and ran back to his brothers.

That night he would tell his family about the events of the evening and Splinter's eyebrows would knot. He would warn his young son to be careful, that humans are not to be trusted. Donatello would not listen, riding high on the waves of the friendship that was blossoming. It lit a fire in him, one that was almost warm enough stop the chill setting in his bones as he lay beneath his thin covers. But the cold did not upset him tonight, and for the first time he fell asleep with a smile on his face.

[jjoneechan]

Sapnap would do anything for George. He’d fly over 9 hours to a whole other country despite his fear of flights. He lets George win arguments and laughs at his jokes. He lets him boast about his height, age and maturity. He lets George make fun of his insecurities. He’d let himself be held and kissed and even though it makes his brain fog up and his heart stutter in his chest, he knows George doesn’t feel the same. He’ll be whatever George needed, just so he wouldn’t feel sad anymore. Even if the heart on his sleeve bleeds too deep, shows too much how he cares. He’d squash his feelings down because that’s not what George needs right now. He needs a distraction. And when George begs Sapnap to make him forget how alone and trapped he feels, to kiss him so much he’ll forget he’s leaving again, even though Sapnap knows having this one night would kill him… he’d do anything for George.

George: It’s not fair.

Sapnap: I know.

G: I hate it here. I want to go home. With you

S: I know, George

G: I feel so trapped. So alone

S: I’m here now, I’m not leaving

G: But you will, and I’ll be left again

S: George…

G: I wish you had never come here

S: … i know

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

[CN] Victor’s 2023 Birthday Story (Eng Translation)

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a content yet to be released in the global server! ♡

Collect the memory items and look back at the moment when his life ushered in a major turning point. The future he earnestly desired is composed of every second and minute from that immediate moment.

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Victor’s dialogues will be in bold and italics. Others’ dialogues will be in only bold.

I’ll use ( ✄┈┈┈┈ ) when moving on to the next page within the same chapter and partitions for different chapters, as usual.

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✧ [Chapter 1] ✧

Creak–– creak––

Creak––

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The sound of metal scraping against the ground travels intermittently to the ears. Although small, it’s still enough to jolt someone awake from light dreams. The fingers resting on the table shudder almost imperceptibly. After a few moments, the owner of the hand is awakened, and he lifts his head from the crook of his arms.

The laptop on the table had already entered sleep mode long ago, the dark screen reflecting his disheveled fringes and the warm sunlight. Instinctively, Victor lightly squints his eyes. After a while, he sits up straight and can’t help but let out a light hiss.

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The arms have been pinned down for too long, and the first movement sends an intense sense of numbness through them. He leans back in his chair and moves his stiff forearms and the back of his neck, hearing the sound of the table and chair scraping traveling to his ears once again. This time, however, the other party is clearly much more relaxed.

“I’m sorry. I made too much noise while looking for something.”

Cao Lin, his dormitory roommate, holds up a dusty wireless mouse and shoots a glance at the computer,

“Did you stay up all night again last night?”

“Mm.”

“Thank you for your hard work. About that project showcase for that application for the school’s Entrepreneurship Park...”

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“It’s good. Take a look at it for yourself.”

Victor casually taps the keyboard a few times. In the next second, the screen lights up abruptly.

“As expected of you.”

Cao Lin impatiently takes the laptop from him and browses through it, wonderstruck,

“Although it’s not complicated, the key points are so clear at a glance… you even made a Gnatt Chart of the future revenue expectations! Yes, yes, I knew I had just the right person!”

“It’s nothing.”

Victor takes a bag of instant coffee and glances at Cao Lin,

“What about the speech draft?”

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“Here it is.”

Cao Lin fumbles with the printed manuscript, words still on his lips,

“I’m truly not exaggerating. This entrepreneurship thing for university students is like “being alive even after dying nine times.” If it weren’t for you being sufficiently strong, I would’ve never agreed to join.”

No reply can be heard drifting to the ears. When Cao Lin looks up, he finds Victor staring hard at the speech draft, his slender eyebrows knitted into a frown.

“The background of the project is not written clearly enough,”

Victor picks up a pen from the table and continues to draw circles relentlessly,

“It has to give a more granular level of details regarding the current situation of the marketplace and its prospects.”

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“The orientation is also too limited. Our target audience will not be confined to the campus, and the following will have to be adjusted accordingly.”

He puts down the pen as he speaks, picking up the cup from the side,

“The selection quiz is at 3 pm. We still have time, so let’s get down to modifying this version again.”

Cao Lin takes the speech draft, sighing as he looks at it,

“We don’t have to be so serious, right? This shouldn’t be too far off the mark in response to the school’s audit.”

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“There are several teams in the Economics Department planning to start their own business.”

Victor counters methodically,

“Across the school, there are only a few more competitors.”

“But they necessarily won’t apply for the Entrepreneurship Park…”

“The rent at school is over 30% lower than outside.”

Victor shoots him a glance,

“Which project that drew up a financial plan do you think will let this opportunity slip by?”

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Cao Lin dithers for a moment, sighing as he returns to his seat and turns on his computer. Victor gets up and walks over to his desk, tapping on the screen.

“One more thing. Let’s lengthen the margin to leave room for annotations.”

He looks at his phone as he speaks,

“I’m not coming with you guys. Professor Wu has something for me. Send me a soft copy when you’re done, and I’ll meet you directly at the venue at 3:00.”

✧ [Chapter 2] ✧

The office building of the institution is located in the northwest corner of the school, surrounded by pines and bamboo. Victor walks through the gently swaying shadows of the trees in the corridor and knocks on the heavy door of the office.

“Come in.”

The professor behind the desk looks up from his computer and pats the chair next to him, motioning to Victor.

“I wanted to see you to have a chat about your term paper.”

After he sits down, Professor Wu turns the computer around,

“Your paper is very promising. Can you tell me a little about your thinking process for choosing this topic?”

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“Generally, along with a society developing economically, its industrial structure will also be transformed. This usually means the proportion of the tertiary industry will increase…”

Victor contemplates for a moment, and then elaborates in a methodical manner.

“Then, why didn’t you begin with the Baumol effect?”

“That’s indeed the mainstream research method.”

Victor explains calmly,

“But I think if we combine the actual data on the basis of the Ricardian model, we can strengthen the explanatory force.”

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Professor Wu nods unobtrusively and asks a few more follow-up questions from tricky angles. Faced with Victor’s logical and rigorous analysis, his gaze gradually displays the look of an unconcealed admiration. When Victor finishes his explanation, he strokes the teacup in his hand, looking thoughtful.

“The angle for your choice of topic is very new and original, and your reasoning is also very clear... Your paper is already at the level of a graduation thesis.”

“Thank you, Professor.”

“I’m just stating the truth, nothing more.”

The professor pours a cup of hot tea once again.

“I wanted to see you for one more thing.”

“At this point in your junior year, it’s time to consider the next step.”

The professor says, pushing the cup of tea towards Victor,

“After you graduate next year, how about coming to me as a postgraduate student?”

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The scorching temperature of the tea passes through the porcelain cup and spreads on the palm of his hand. Through the dense steam, Victor’s gaze sweeps past the bookshelves in the back row of the office. “General Theory of Employment, Interest, and Money,” “The Field of Modern Economics and the Economy,”... each and every name of a well-known reputation in the Economics field are silently displayed on the spine of the books, and Professor Wu’s name is also among them.

No other explanation is necessary. Victor clearly understands that the path unfolding before him is a smooth and straightforward one, causing people to flock toward it.

With a professor as a guide, it will be much easier to plow through the field of economics. Perhaps within a few years’ time, his name will also appear here, silently overlooking countless students.

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Victor blinks, quietly averting his gaze from the bookshelves.

All that is all right. But he knows in his heart that this is not what he wants.

The investment world is indeed colder and more ever-changing than the academic world. But this is precisely what causes him to be intrigued–– there are numerous opportunities and dangers lurking in this field; the chips you have in your hand now could be wiped away overnight, or they could grow astonishingly like a snowball. Here, all judgments reveal their consequences in the most straightforward manner.

This is the only place where his ambitions and talents could be realized.

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“Thank you for your kind appreciation.”

He looks at the professor, his tone carrying with it a certainty,

“But I have decided that I want to start a business with my team.”

“I’d like to see what kind of future I can achieve with my capability.”

✧ [Chapter 3] ✧

“We formed a media company that offers a range of services including…”

Victor pushes open the back door of the classroom and is suddenly greeted with the sound of a staccato explanation. There is not even a single empty seat in the large classroom. The cold light of the projection on the podium reflects either the nervous or expectant faces of several hundred students off the stage. His gaze wanders around the lecture hall a few times, finally spotting the familiar four or five figures in the corner. At about the same time, Cao Lin notices him and waves his hand, making gestures:

“God Vic! Over here!”

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Victor passes through the back of the classroom. Just as he draws nearer, his arm is eagerly pulled by Yu Hong. He is one year above Victor and is in charge of the financial aspects of the project. Although he is the oldest among the teammates, Yu Hong is prone to being nervous when it comes to formal situations. Only a few moments have passed, and his face has already broken out in sweats,

“You really did hit the nail on the head. This battle is a big one!”

“I fear there are no less than forty groups present today.”

Some of them are hurriedly revising their speeches based on the experience of the previous groups, while speaking with anxiety,

“If the application is not approved, then…”

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“That won’t make much difference.”

Victor pushes down Yu Hong’s hand,

“We can control our costs by renting space in a slightly more remote location.”

“That’d be too far. What would we do about the back-and-forth trips?”

“That’s not a problem. We can make arrangements with the shuttle bus service for the morning and evening pick-ups.”

Victor’s eyes sweep over the faces of the group,

“Also, there’s no need to worry about it right now. I don’t think our project will be any less impressive than the others.”

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While they are conversing, the previous group’s project presentation has come to an end. The teachers in the front row turn their heads sideways to discuss something. Shortly after, they flip to the next page of the registration form,

“Group 9, be prepared to take the stage.”

The air that alleviated just a little becomes tense once again, and Victor hears Cao Lin next to him inhaling a deep breath. His fingertips curl up, and he takes the lead as he rises from his seat. A multitude of eyes rests upon him within an instant.

“Let’s go.”

He says in a low voice and strides down the flight of steps.

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Following Victor’s footsteps, the other team members ascend onto the stage in a single file. After the projector is connected, a clear and concise presentation of the project is immediately displayed on the screen.  Victor’s gaze unobtrusively glides across the stage, and he begins to explain in a profound voice,

“We are a team of entrepreneurs from the Department of Economics. This application is for an industrial project where investment is the main operation…”

“The next stage is to expand our target clientele beyond the campus to assimilate social investment…”

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The display of the project turns over page by page. Along with the rigorous narration of several people, a number of teacher exchange glances with each other rather approvingly. However, a female teacher sitting in the middle of the front row knits her brows into a frown. Victor’s heart shivers slightly. As luck will have it, the female teacher takes the lead with a difficult question in the question and answer session that follows:

“In terms of future profitability, your project is indeed remarkable. However, unlike outside Entrepreneurship Parks, the school does not prioritize profits.”

“I’ll be straight with you guys–– this project lacks social significance. Compared with the previous projects from the Department of Computer Science and the Department of Journalism, you guys don’t have any advantage.”

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The sound of restrained discussion immediately breaks out in the classroom. A few of the teachers nod thoughtfully, a little more scrutiny emerging in their gazes.

“But, but…”

Cao Lin parts his lips helplessly, a few drops of cold sweat sliding down the corners of his forehead.

“I agree with the teacher’s viewpoint.”

Victor takes the microphone and meets the eyes of the teacher off the stage, not even blinking his eyes,

“It’s true that the school’s Entrepreneurship Park should not be for utilitarian purposes.”

“But again, I also do not think that the social significance of this project is any less than the subject fields you’ve mentioned before.”

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“I agree with you that business practices can involve the addition or subtraction of assets, but this cannot comprise all the elements. Driven by business, the essential factors of production will operate in a more efficient manner, and society will change in line with the development of the industrial structure–– it’s a practical fact that is relevant to everyone’s life.”

Victor’s gaze sweeps across the audience. He pauses, as if he’s explaining something, and as if he’s making a kind of promise:

“And in our own way, we, too, will influence the world.”

✧ [Chapter 4] ✧

“The school will inspect the operation of the project on an academic year basis. If any violations are found, the right to use the park will be withdrawn immediately…”

“There is also a requirement for your CGPA. You guys must not let your entrepreneurial project interfere with your studies…”

At the office building of the school enterprise center, the teacher in charge of explaining the terms of use to the winning projects props her glasses up and describes the terms meticulously. As Victor writes down the contents in his diary one by one, he suddenly hears the voice drifting to his ears coming to a halt. He looks up, only to find that the teacher, who was particularly strict during the question and answer session, has lifted the corners of her lips into a small, imperceptible smile. Her voice seems to soften a little as she hands over the key,

“Your presentation was very good. Congratulations to you guys.”

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“Thank you.”

Victor lowers his eyes. The key is now in the palm of his hand, shining quietly with a warm coppery luster. The traces of being worn out is clearly visible on it. It’s only a light piece of metal, but it feels heavy as he holds it in his palm. He gently clenches his palm, and out of the corner of his eyes, he sees the faces of several people next to him turning thorough and thorough red. After walking out of the school building, Yu Hong is the first one to shout in excitement,

“We did it! We have our own zone now!”

“It was so close! I thought we would lose it in the question session… luckily, “God Vic” was quick to respond just in time!”

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Laughter, high fives… the pressure and exhaustion from running around for several days seem to dissipate into the air in this overflowing clamor. Victor looks at the group and finally lifts the corners of his lips,

“Let’s not waste time and go see the park.”

“Let’s go, let’s go. I’ve been curious for a long time!”

Making a racket, the group of people soon walks to the Entrepreneurship Park, which is a block away from the school. When they reach the gate, everyone falls silent in tacit agreement, watching as Victor inserts the key into the keyhole and turns it gently. In the next second, a neat and quiet space slowly unfolds in front of this group of youngsters.

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“From today onwards, this is our place? Why does it feel like a dream…”

“Then you keep dreaming. I’m putting my words here first. That desk by the window belongs to me, Senior Yu.”

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Several of the youngsters habitually “roast” each other, then rush to scatter all around the office, taking in the surroundings where they will spend a long time in the coming days. Victor follows behind them unhurriedly; his gaze runs over the slightly congested desks and yellowed ceiling fans, then turns to the bright view outside the window–– although the decor, the tables, and chairs wear the traces of age, for a start-up team like theirs, this is already enough.

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“God Vic! Come and see this!”

A shout of surprise rings out behind him. Victor turns around and sees Cao Lin and the others huddling around a wall, excitedly filming something. As he approaches, Victor finds that there is a wall of memorials, filled with messages written by the previous generations of seniors who had started their own businesses. There are self-motivational words along with many motivational slogans–– the wordings are not lacking in brashness, but what cannot be concealed within them are the vigorous vitality and ambition.

“Let’s write something on it too… it will be a memento for us to see when we come back here after being away for half a lifetime.”

Cao Lin makes a genteel proposal. No one makes any jokes at this time, which is a rare occasion. In a serious and quiet atmosphere, this group of youngsters writes down their dreams, stroke by stroke.

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Accompanied by the uniform sound of brush strokes, Victor lifts his hand and solemnly writes a line on it:

“You can change the society with your values.”

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“Exam time is over. Everyone, now stop answering and pass your test paper from the back to the front.”

The invigilator’s voice rings out almost simultaneously with the bell. Victor puts down his pen, hands the test paper to the person in front of him, and releases a soft breath. It’s akin to a silent signal, declaring that the winter holidays have officially begun from this moment. Despite the reservation that the teacher hasn’t yet left, the atmosphere in the classroom suddenly brightens up.

While the teacher is busy sorting out the test papers, Victor turns on his phone. Several messages pop up one after another at a gushing pace. He casually clicks on the text at the very top, and the moment he reads the content, he’s suddenly taken aback.

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“Vic, happy birthday! Have you ordered a cake for yourself today? Aunt has recently learned some new dishes. I’ll cook them for you when you come back…”

Victor blinks, then looks at the center of the screen as an afterthought: “13th January.”

For the previous month, he’s barely found any room for respite in his life. For the project, applying for the Entrepreneurship Park was only the first step. To bring in investments and attract more people to join, it involves product assessment as well as system evaluation… In the juggling between the park and school, time passes by in such a rush; to the extent that, he practically forgot today was his birthday.

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“Damn, the last exam is finally done!”

At the back, Yu Hong lets out a long sigh of relief, casually conversing with the people around him,

“I’ve booked a flight, and I can be on the slopes galloping by noon tomorrow!”

“I’m going straight back home. My mom urged me several times.”

Cao Lin says, patting Victor on the shoulder,

“God Vic, what about you? What’s your plan?”

“I’m not going back. I’ll stay behind to push the project.”

Victor replies concisely. His eyes sweep over the message of blessings sent by his father, and he briefly explains his decision to stay on campus during the vacation. When he lifts his head again, he’s met with Cao Lin’s slightly hesitant gaze.

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“You’re striving too hard, aren’t you?”

Cao Lin’s tone is a little hesitant,

“The project has only just started, and we haven’t gotten any business yet. Why are you throwing away your vacation now?”

The other person behind him doesn’t say anything, and his expression reveals a bit of approval. Yu Hong at the side seems to be unable to look past it and frowns at Cao Lin,

“Are you unclear about the logic? The more we can’t progress, the more we have to rush in to draw investments, don’t we?”

He says and looks at Victor,

“I was careless before. I’ll come back after skiing the day after tomorrow, and I’ll stay here with you during the holidays.”

“No, I didn’t mean anything else by it…”

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“Today should be the last time we will be able to meet before school starts.”

Victor says as he flips open his diary,

“Let’s start by reporting on the progress of our respective work. Cao Lin, how is the market research analysis going?”

“I’ve been occupied with the exams for the past few days and haven’t started yet. I––”

“Yu Hong.”

Victor’s gaze turns to the next person,

“What about the financial budget you’re in charge of?”

“Almost done. I’ll give it to you in a couple of days.”

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As the report submitting process progresses one by one, some people’s faces gradually grow embarrassed–– those who get the opportunity to be admitted into the Economics Department after the college entrance exam are gifted. Even if no one has spoken up yet to denounce anything, their self-esteem cannot stand the blow of this kind of comparison.

Victor listens calmly as the last person finishes his report and closes the diary in his hand, not gently but not heavily either,

“It’s my own choice to stay at school during vacation, and I’m not imposing everyone to follow up on the project here.”

“It’s your personal freedom to plan your vacation. I don’t want to interfere with that.”

Victor says, gliding his gaze over the group,

“However, no delay in the progress is allowed.”

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“It’s a company, not a school group project anymore.”

Without further delay, Victor picks up his bag and gets up to leave. The moment he steps out of the classroom, there seem to be hesitant murmurs coming from behind him. It’s akin to questioning, and also akin to soliloquizing,

“...will anyone really invest in a start-up company that hasn’t been around for a long time? Isn’t that a bit too ambitious?”

Victor doesn’t stop in his footsteps. Those chaotic voices are reminiscent of a gloomy shadow, and he leaves them behind in the school building without looking back.

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On the way to the Entrepreneurship Park, he habitually pulls out his phone and searches for new investors–– he can’t remember exactly how many attempts he’s made during this period.

And it doesn’t really matter.

✧ [Chapter 6] ✧

The days are always particularly short in winter. It seems that merely within a flash, the sky outside the window is tinted with the dusky colors of twilight, and the sound of tapping the keyboard fades a little along with it. Victor takes his eyes off the screen and lifts his head to turn on the ceiling light at his workstation. When he returns to his seat, he happens to catch his phone screen lighting up for an instant. 

“The project looks quite promising. We can make an appointment for a face-to-face meeting and begin with further evaluation.”

It’s a message from an investor.

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Victor’s fingertips freeze in the air for a moment, almost invisibly. A few moments later, he lifts his hand and replies:

“Of course, we can meet at your convenient time.”

With a few words, he forwards the messages to the workgroup. In just a few seconds, messages suddenly continue to pop up one after another in the previously silent group.

“F*ck! Someone is really coming to review our project?”

“Thank goodness I didn’t buy a train ticket yet… wait, I’ll go to the park tomorrow to sort out the materials!”

“I can complete the stuff I have within tomorrow. What do we have to prepare next?”

…these people.

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Victor sighs softly at his phone, and even he is unaware that his own expression has quietly softened a little bit. After arranging the next steps of the tasks, he glances at his phone and finds that it’s already past eleven.

Studies, work… even his birthday isn’t any different from regular days, and it’s still occupied with all kinds of things. Now, this less than an hour that he has left, it seems that it truly belongs to him and him alone.

Perhaps now, he can do something else.

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Victor contemplates. Almost subconsciously, he opens his social networks and begins to search for news related to the orphanage incident–– for several years now, he never gave up on the thought of finding the girl. For him, it has become almost an instinct.

His eyes scan over page after page of news, most of the contents of which he has already browsed countless times. Occasionally, one or two pieces of new information pop up, but it can be easily told that they are obvious fabrications. Victor’s gaze lingers on the “no new news” prompt for a few seconds. After pondering for a while, he posts an anonymous search post.

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He is going to wait a little longer. If there’s still no news, he will look for a different method… Victor thinks as he presses the Enter key. Kneading his forehead, he suddenly thinks of something and logs into his private email.

There is no blessing sent by his mother.

–

[Important Tidbits]: It’s a reference to his 5th birthday story~ ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

–

Just like the office at the moment, his mailbox is empty and deserted. But after all these years, he has also long since gotten accustomed to this feeling of emptiness. His gaze pauses on the inbox page for a second, then he retreats and leans back in his chair, closing his eyes a little wearily.

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He doesn’t have to worry for the moment. There will be more possibilities in the next year. The company should be welcoming more opportunities; perhaps he will receive blessings from his mother, and perhaps he will find her soon. As Victor thinks, he suddenly hears a very faint rustling sound drifting to his ears. Victor subconsciously inclines his head and looks toward the source of the sound, finding that it has started to snow outside the window at some point.

The flurry of snowflakes descends from the sky, quietly and ardently dancing across the horizon, akin to a wordless present.

Victor quietly stares like this for a while, the corners of his lips lifting softly.

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This year’s birthday has indeed been a little cold and lonely, but that’s okay.

The best gift of all–– he will give it to himself in the future.

—

Birthday Date: here!

—

[moonverc3x]

the fashion designs for palestine post u rbed is ai, just fyi!

aahhh nooo!! cant believe I didn't notice- thank you for pointing it out! omw to delete the reblog

[valeskadoer]

releast tags ever

when when you want to see content but you are the only one who can create it

[vanillashusband]

i made cringefail cookies and i am. so so sad about it OTL hjghfg

[anna-the-undertaker]

What Levi invisioned when FemMC revealed she was a Gamer-

MC in a weird e-girl voice: Babe, please come heal me! They're gonna get me! Babe! Thank you 😘

MC: Uugghh we lost! Its okay, baby, I know you were carrying us the whole time.

MC: Babe, can I have a stack of cobblestone? I want to build us a little minecraft house and put our little minecraft beds together.

The reality-

MC, yelling into the mic: WAIT FOR ME BEFORE YOU CHARGE IN, YOU FUCKS! I CAN'T HEAL YOU, IF YOU'RE ALREADY FUCKING DEAD!

MC: Babe, I clearly said: Andisite for the foundation, diorite for the columns. It's not my fault that you dont understand basic minecraft geology.

MC: Guys, get the Reinhardt off me so I can - GUYS! GUYS- Okay... I hope one of your family members is in a car accident this week!

MC: You know what guys... good effort... is what I would say if I didnt have GOLD DAMAGE AS MERCY!

MC: Guys, get on the objective! Get on the- *starts beating her hand against the table* AAAAAAHHHHHHH!

Also MC: Hey babe, can we put our minecraft beds together?

Based on this:

[bigmpregnm]

Five-Star Pecs - Part 5

[Story Collection] | [Part 4] [●] ✅

Steve tilted his head back and softly moaned, trying not to scare or disturb the babies suckling on his nipples. Due to the size of his belly and the outstanding size of his milky pecs, he hadn’t been able to reach his dick in a few months. He had used some creativity to get some release every once in a while, but the sensation of Jack’s hand and mouth working on his hard dick made Steve pant heavily and long for more.

“How are you so… good at this?” Steve asked, between moans and gasps. “I… should’ve come earlier.”

Jack only moaned and fitted as much as he could of Steve’s 9.5-inch-long girthy cock. Jack firmly stroked the fuck tool while using his tongue to tease the glans. He savored some pre-cum that escaped Steve’s dick slit and groaned with delight, enjoying how tasteful it was. Jack had given head to some guys in the past, but none of them had been as big as Steve, and their cums hadn’t tasted so good. Also, looking up and only seeing Steve’s massive belly was very different from the usual blow job, in a good way.

Even from Jack’s position between Steve’s legs, he could see the three remaining babies in Steve’s belly moving and kicking a lot. Also, Steve’s shallow breathing made his huge belly rise and fall rhythmically, accentuating all the moments and the impending continuation of labor. Jack continued his ‘handy’ work, and as he heard Steve’s groans and moans grow louder, he managed to swallow the entire shaft while his hands rubbed and squeezed Steve’s overproductive balls.

“Uugghh… Oh, I’m so close. Jack… So… Ugghhhhh… Fuck!” Steve said, crying out and pushing his hips upward as his dick started shooting a torrent of cum into Jack’s mouth.

Jack swallowed the huge load, marveling at its delicious taste. “Wow, that was a large load! I didn’t even know a person could cum that much. You’re really full everywhere,” Jack said when he let go of Steve’s dick. He kept his hand on the still-hard dick, playfully stroking it.

“Uggghhh… Jack! The next baby… is in position. I need to push! I really need to push!” Steve cried out, snapping Jack out of his trance. Beads of sweat glistened on Steve’s forehead and belly; his groans announced that contractions had started and the third baby was on the way. “Please help me get in position. This baby is coming out so fast.”

Jack immediately shifted into action and helped Steve get in position to push. “Deep breaths, Steve. You’re doing incredible,” Jack said, gently massaging Steve’s abdomen and applying soothing pressure to help alleviate the intensity of the contraction.

Even though Steve groaned loudly, the babies in his arms stayed silent as they dozed off with full tummies. Steve held them tight against his pecs as he got in position to push and felt the third baby entering the birth canal. The sensation of Jack’s hands caressing and rubbing his belly made Steve feel better, but the pain was still unbearable, so he loudly groaned as he started pushing.

“Fuck! This hurts so much! Ugghh…” Steve said as he pushed really hard and felt the baby’s head crowning. “It burns like hell!”

“Well, next time you have sex with a guy, you should be more careful,” Jack said as he continued massaging Steve’s contracting belly. “Unless it’s me, I’d love to see you doing this all over again.” Jack chuckled and playfully winked at Steve.

“SHUT UP! Uugghh… This baby’s so big!” Steve panted heavily as the head of the third baby emerged, giving him a few seconds to catch his breath. “I’m not getting pregnant again. Neither from you nor from anyone!” Steve firmly said and continued pushing.

“I was just saying,” Jack said, leaning forward and kissing Steve’s belly and reaching between his legs to hold the third baby in his hands as the first shoulder popped out. “If you ever do this again, I hope I’m more involved in the beginning of the process,” Jack added, playfully trying to make Steve laugh and relax at least a bit.

“Okay. You’re the first one on my list anyway,” Steve managed to say between moans and groans as he felt the second shoulder coming out. “So you’ll be the first on my list of possible daddies,” he added as the rest of the baby slid out of his hole.

Steve pushed hard once again and felt the third baby boy, as big as the first two, finally leaving his body with more fluids. The baby started crying immediately, even before Jack got to clean him up. Jack was a master at handling newborns by this point. He cleaned the first baby with relative ease before cutting the cord. Jack held the baby against his body, and even though he knew he wasn’t related to the kids, he couldn’t help but feel attached to them.

“He’s perfect. Another big and handsome boy, just like their daddy,” Jack said as he approached with the baby in his arms, and Steve couldn’t hide his tears of joy.

Steve looked at the two sleeping babies in his arms and carefully placed them beside him in bed. With a much smaller belly, still housing two big babies, Steve managed himself into a sitting position, extending his arms to hold his third baby. As soon as he had his baby in his arms, Steve couldn’t hold back his tears anymore. Even though it was the third baby, the emotions were as strong as the first one.

“You’re so handsome and so big,” Steve said, caressing the newborn’s face. “I can’t believe you were inside me. 9 months later, and I still can’t believe this,” he added, moving the newborn and offering the tiny mouth access to his engorged nipple, which had a constant flow of milk running out of it.

“Again, next time, you should be more careful unless you want a whole soccer team’s worth of babies coming out of you.” Jack laughed and sat next to Steve to rub his still-big belly. The gentle pressure, applied with careful moves, helped Steve’s abdominal wall relax even in the middle of the long birth process.

Steve smiled as he enjoyed the massage and looked at his third baby boy swallowing a lot of milk as his tiny hands caressed around the nipple. The room was silent for about a minute; only the sounds of sucking and the occasional coo disturbed the silence. Then, Steve looked up and smiled at Jack.

“Unless they’re yours, right? I heard what you said,” Steve said, making Jack blush.

“Oh… I-I… Well, I was just saying. It would be cool,” Jack replied, leaning forward and kissing Steve’s belly again.

“It would. And I meant it when I said you’d be the first man on my list,” Steve said, reaching for Jack’s hand to hold it tight. “But this not… uuuff… this is not happening again… uugghh,” Steve cried out, releasing Jack’s hand to clutch his belly.

“Contractions? So soon?” Jack asked as he felt Steve’s belly contracting.

“Yes! The next one is ready. I can feel it. I can feel how big it is… uugghh!” Steve screamed out in pain as he adjusted his position to push while the third baby suckled on his nipple, and the first and second ones slept peacefully on the mattress. He could feel the familiar movements and the pressure taking over his belly and moving down to his hips. His hole squirmed and contracted as the fourth baby descended quickly through the birth canal.

Steve took a deep breath and pushed as the baby progressed. He felt an increasing pressure, and the unmistakable movements signaled that the baby’s head was crowning. The burning sensation was as terrible as the moment the first baby’s head was crowning, so the process wasn’t any easier, even though it was happening much faster. Jack synchronized his massage with Steve’s contractions, alleviating their intensity and making the process more manageable.

“Almost there; the head is almost out. You’re doing great. You were born for this,” Jack said, encouraging a tired Steve to keep going.

“Ugghh… just… take him out!” Steve continued pushing and finally freed the whole head. “This shouldn’t have happened, and it’s not happening ever again,” Steve firmly said as the baby started turning and the shoulders started coming out.

With several strong pushes, the fourth baby left Steve’s body and started crying out loud while Jack cleaned him. The process was quick this time because Jack knew what to do, and when he placed the baby in Steve’s arms, the pregnant guy couldn’t avoid crying again. He blamed his emotional reaction on the pregnancy hormones, but both knew it was a natural reaction to a sweet moment.

However, the sweet moment didn’t last long as contractions restarted even before Steve had placed the fourth baby into position to feed him. Steve took deep breaths as he felt the final baby moving really fast down his birth canal. His breathing was short because the contractions were on top of each other, not leaving him any chance to catch and control his breath. He wasn’t doing much to help the baby enter the world, but his body was doing the work alone.

“Oh, fuck! He’s coming fast. The baby is coming so fast, but it hurts so�� oooohhhh… much!” Steve said as the fifth baby’s head crowned and his entire body felt about to burst.

The pressure of the contractions was so intense that his abdominal muscles tensed and relaxed so hard that he thought his abdomen would tear. He had never felt such intense pain, not even when he had the five babies inside him, and his belly was so incredibly stretched.

Simultaneously, his pecs started getting plumper, and the pressure within them also intensified. His nipples felt like a cork on a champagne bottle about to explode. The pressure was so high that when his nipple started shooting milk uncontrollably, the third baby, who was sucking on Steve’s nipple, had to let go of the nipple because he couldn’t swallow fast enough. Steve’s milky pecs had overflown once again, and there was nothing he could do to stop them.

“Wow! Wow! What’s happening?” Jack asked as he saw and felt the milk raining upon him since Steve’s nipples had turned into geyser-like fountains. Everything was coated with milk as the fifth baby’s shoulders came out. “Make it stop. You’re getting the babies all wet.” Jack said, looking at the babies, who were unharmed but covered with milk.

“I can’t! I can’t stop it! Just take the baby out of me! Now!” Steve shouted out as his pecs continued making milk rain all over the bed.

The pressure in his belly decreased while most of the baby was out of Steve’s body, but a new intense sensation moved to his crotch, where his dick was harder than ever, and his balls felt ready to burst. Then, as the feet of the baby slid off his body, Steve moaned loudly as his dick started shooting massive globs of cum that landed on the wall behind him, on his soft abdomen, and on the mattress. Jack watched in awe and counted 21 huge shots and 10 smaller ones before Steve’s dick started softening, and the overflowing milk flow also decreased.

Steve heavily panted as he felt his body relaxing and expelling the placenta without doing anything. His eyes were blank after the most intense experience he had ever had. Steve could barely believe the pregnancy was over, hearing his fifth baby crying in Jack’s arms. He couldn’t believe he had given birth to five big babies. Looking around the room, he couldn’t believe he had caused such a huge mess.

“What was that?” Jack asked as he approached with the fifth baby in arms, already cleaned and the cord cut.

“I… have no idea. I thought I was about to explode,” Steve said, weakly smiling and looking down at his massive milky pecs and his engorged nipples that still leaked milk but were much more manageable. “I guess I actually exploded,” Steve added, looking at the cum on the wall and on his remaining belly.

“You owe me a new room! It’s not only the mattress anymore,” Jack said, laughing as he sat next to Steve with the last baby in his arms.

“I’ll give you a new apartment if you want; I owe you so much,” Steve said as he moved into a sitting position to look at his babies more closely and to take the fifth one in his arms. “I’m a single father of five now, though, so I don’t think my finances will be the best for a while.”

“I’m kidding; you don’t have to do anything. I’ve seen worse; I’ll clean this and... I know how you’ll pay for all of this, and it’s not money, so don’t worry,” Jack said, taking baby number three from Steve’s arms and placing the fifth in his place.

Steve carefully helped babies four and five to his nipples so they could latch on them, and as soon as their tiny mouths reached the nipples, they started suckling on them. A broad smile graced Steve’s face as he marveled at the tiny beings nestled against his chest. His entire body was sore, and he didn’t know if he could ever fully recover after the pregnancy, but the love for his baby boys and the sense of accomplishment made all the pain and effort worth it.

Meanwhile, Jack placed the third baby in bed next to his older brothers and cleaned them up again after the early milky rain. Jack carefully cleaned their faces and played with their tiny hands, smiling and chuckling as the babies cooed.

“They look just like you,” Jack said as he played with the first three babies. “You’re like tiny copies of your daddy, all five of you. I’m sure one day you’ll be studs just like him,” Jack added, softly caressing the babies’ cheeks.

“What a compliment, especially considering I have enormous tits, wide hips, and a massive fat ass. I don’t think I fit the definition of stud,” Steve said, looking down at his massive pecs. “But they have great genes from the other dad, so they’ll be fine either way.”

Jack silently stared at Steve for a few seconds and then reached for the soft remaining belly that made him look due with a baby. “Steve, may I ask... How did all of this happen? How did you get pregnant?” Jack asked, caressing Steve’s abdomen.

Steve sighed and looked at Jack. “It was a random guy at a party I wasn’t even invited to. A friend convinced me to go with him and his girlfriend to this kind of frat party, and things got out of hand,” Steve began, his voice tinged with a hint of regret. “I saw a tall, muscular man, and he was attractive. We started making out and then moved to a room on the house’s second floor. We didn’t use protection, and well, here we are. I don’t even have a way to contact him. It was a one-time thing, and even though I also fucked him, I don’t think he’s facing the same consequences I’m facing.”

Jack leaned forward and kissed Steve’s cheeks. “Well, you’re not alone anymore. You have me, and you have these five wonderful babies. What would you need?” Jack gave Steve’s cheek another kiss and smiled.

****

A week had passed since the birth of Steve’s quintuplets, and even though the challenges of the massive pregnancy had passed, his once quiet apartment had turned into a symphony of coos, cries, and sucking sounds. Steve had gotten used to his new routine of newborn care, but having five babies to handle made every task extra demanding.

With the dawn of a new day, Steve found himself in the familiar setting of his breakfast table. Only now, the lively presence of his babies made the scene very different. Four babies cooed in their strollers with full tummies while the fifth one suckled on Steve’s nipples for his first feeding of the day. On his other nipple, one of his breast pumps sucked on his nipple and quickly filled up the bottle attached to it. Since the birth of the quintuplets, his pecs had grown even fuller, and the milk production had gone wild.

With the baby, Ethan, in his arms and the pump attached to his other pec, Steve started eating his breakfast, still marveling at his own body. His chest was now the most prominent feature on his frame. Without the belly to take most of the attention, his pecs dominated the frame of his upper body. His once-muscular physique had adjusted to the demands of lactation and caring for five hungry babies. His chest’s skin stayed permanently taut due to the pecs’ fullness, even though the babies had frequent feeding sessions.

As Ethan sucked and swallowed milk, Steve’s attention turned to the other babies in the strollers. Noah, Tyler, Ezra, and Ryder cooed and moved their hands and legs, making Steve smile. He started talking to the babies while he ate his toast, the scrambled eggs with bacon, and his regular tea. The babies, still adjusting to the world outside the womb, responded with wide-open curiosity and the occasional gurgle of contentment. Steve’s routine had changed a lot, but he was more than happy with the outcome of his unexpected pregnancy.

As the breast pump filled the bottle attached to it, Steve removed it and put on a new one. Steve placed the filled bottle on the table with three other milk-filled bottles. His pecs produced so much milk that even though he constantly fed his five hungry boys, he needed to pump milk to fill at least six bottles three times a day.

Once the fifth baby was full, Steve placed him in the stroller with his brothers and attached a second pump to his overproductive pec. As the rhythmic hum of the pumps filled the room, Steve finished his breakfast, and all the babies fell asleep.

As the pumps filled another pair of bottles, Steve heard steps approaching. He smiled as he felt Jack’s arms wrap around his torso. Jack leaned forward and gave Steve’s cheek a kiss. Then Jack reached down and gave Steve’s bare hips a firm squeeze, a playful way to say hi. Jack had been staying with Steve since the birth of the babies because of the mess in his room at his apartment and the fact that Steve needed help with the babies.

“Good morning. How are you all doing?” Jack said, looking at the sleeping babies in their strollers. “It seems like I arrived on time for breakfast.” He sat next to Steve.

“Yeah. The five of them are already full, and I prepared eggs, bacon, and toast for two,” Steve said, pointing at a full plate on the table. “And your morning cereal is over there... and the milk… well, you know…”

“Wait, why did you do all of this? I’m here to take care of you, not the other way around,” Jack said, surprised that Steve had prepared breakfast for both of them. “You don’t have to cook for me. I should be doing all the cooking.”

“It’s just to say thank you once again,” Steve said, smiling at Jack.

“You’ve said thank you many times already, and I’m receiving my payment every day, several times a day.” Jack took one of the bottles of Steve’s milk and drank it whole in a few gulps. “Delicious as always. This is better than money or anything else,” Jack winked at Steve and playfully reached for the massive milky pecs to squeeze them. Steve smiled and enjoyed Jack’s touch as he realized that even though the journey had been complicated, the result was better than he ever anticipated.

Jack quickly emptied a second bottle of milk and winked at Steve, ready to drink all the available milk in the apartment with his breakfast. Steve laughed as he saw Jack drinking and thought about the recent feeding session with the babies. Five babies and a grown man, and even then, his pecs felt ready to burst.

The End

[lonelyghostty]

I had sm fun reading this

I yap in tag bc its fun hehe👍🤌✨️

THO I SPOILE A LOT IN TAG IF YOU WANNA READ FIRST BEFORE WHAT I COMMENT😭😭😭

That time I got reincarnated as an Aeon (Series)

Prologue

[Edited]

What the fuck.

That was the first thought that came out of you once you found out what you were in the vast expanse of space you had woken up into. The Aeon of Elation seemed pleased with the reaction they got out of you, as incomprehensible as your form may have been.

They laughed and then left you there by your lonesome, without a clue to what your path even was and how the fuck you were even meant to function.

You groaned, guessing you’ll really just find that out yourself.

You spent your time thinking in the first short years of your existence in the little plane you resided in, happy to at least know where you ended up in and what you were. You were reincarnated in Honkai Star Rail, and you were an Aeon. From which path you were even on, you don’t know, at least not yet.

It had taken some time, a VERY long time, to get an inkling of what path you treaded on. And in those years the other Aeons; like Lan, and even Fulli did find you— you have yet to meet Xipe, but you have met Yaoshi.

It was… something to say the least. Herta had been right in calling them a lonely romantic.

It was a little eerie, remembering them speak to you with such care and joy— a new life, they called you. They didn’t seem to mind much when you didn’t have a voice, you weren’t even sure yourself if you had one, thinking at the back of your mind that maybe you were like The Nihility.

That thought had been cut short when Yaoshi somehow figured out where your lips were, and shamelessly kissed you.

It was only then you had managed to find a voice, as meager and as cracked and strange as it sounded. They only cooed in response to you, mumbling as they gently touched your form.

“You are new, and yet you are familiar.” They told you. “I have felt you somewhere before.” Their arms stretched wantonly as their many eyes looked at you. “I know you, and yet I do not. I wonder why that is.” They smiled, and you can hear the branches stretch— a sound rather unnerving, it sounded more like bones and flesh rather than wood. If Yaoshi noticed your unease, they don’t tell you.

It took a while for them to leave, promising you that they will come back here again to visit but not without leaving another kiss, and the light sting of their tail on your body— a spot that became the back of your neck once you managed to acquire a more.. comprehensive image of yourself at some point after the encounter.

You never really quite recovered from that.

But at least you discovered your voice.

It was your arms that had come next, and it was unfortunate that a few planets have met their demise in your discovery. You still mourn them to this day, somehow feeling bad even with the absence of a human heart.

The rest of your body had come to you easily, and once you acquired it, people had discovered you. You remained elusive though, not wanting an accidental repeat of the planets you destroyed, and yet they still sought you out anyways.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, not that it mattered; you couldn’t die, you couldn’t age nor did you need to rush.

In those years, again your cries echoed in the cosmos once more— you see, you ate an Aeon, actually no, you ate two.

You didn’t mean it, and your panic had been embarrassingly broadcasted for everyone and everything to hear.

(You didn’t know it then but your entire cries were heard across the cosmos and needless to say people were more terrified than concerned as it either manifested as a power outage with your incomprehensible voice, or manifesting through television in the form of disembodied static.)

It had been an experience to say the least, figuring out who the hell you accidentally ate. One of them had been Akivili, and the other? Mythus.

Could an Aeon even sweat bullets?

You immediately made the connection that they were unfortunate casualties of your circumstances— as someone who once resided outside of the world of the imaginary tree. You didn’t know Mythus, but you do know Akivili was precious to the Express.

And you just ate them.

You sulked in your little corner for a few years, and at some point you could have sworn Aha laugh at you— you swatted them away in your regret, the Elation still again laughing at your misery.

It had taken a while for you to stand up (could you?) and take on a more… mortal friendly form, because the last time someone had tried going near you, they got reversed.

In a sense that their body simply deconstructed itself into strange, geometric shapes then nothing. If you had been human, you think this would have been utterly horrific for you.

But somehow you knew it would happen to anyone who came close enough to your real form.

You figured that having a human form would be less fatal for the others— convenient too, it was smaller, and arguably easier to look at without fearing madness or turning into shapes.

So you project yourself as one in front of the Express once you spotted it at a stop.

———————

“Hello?” You softly greeted the residents of the Express, you noticed it was only Himeko and Welt at this point in time, but even so, they looked like they were going to shit themselves from seeing you.

Pompom had weirdly enough hid behind a flower pot.

Seeing this made you immediately sulk.

Himeko hesitantly approached you. “Hello… what can we help you with?” Himeko was unsure of what to do too, and honestly you can’t blame her. It wasn’t everyday the equivalent of a God walks into your door to say hi.

It was a shame they were afraid of you, you had dressed for the occasion— a semi formal attire consisting of a long coat, a dress shirt with a bolo tie, a vest, shorts and formal shoes.

“I came here to apologize.” You said, it came out flatter than you would have liked and you internally cringed.

“Come again?” Himeko blinked rather awkwardly.

You took a deep breath (you swore you could see the Finnish old man beside her tense) and exhaled. “I’m sorry for eating Akivili.”

………….

“I didn’t mean to.” You added, sulking even more. Your mood was so damp that Pompom couldn’t resist but try to comfort you.

“Come in and take a seat please.” The little conductor said a little shakily, handing you a napkin that you politely refused. You were obviously sad, but you couldn’t physically produce tears for some strange reason.

Since you couldn’t cry, Pompom gave you a glass of water instead.

It was surreal to be able to taste things again after needing technically nothing.

But back on Himeko and Welt, they don’t really know what to make of you, as evident by the confused stare that they gave to each other while you were stuck on your seat posed like you were thinking of the Roman Empire.

You were rather expressive and close to human for a cosmic entity, and for you to apologize for accidentally eating their Aeon? Unheard of.

It wasn’t like you could spit Akivili out of you either.

While you were admittedly a stranger, there were no signs or feelings of hostility from you, you were genuinely sorry and upset for eating their Aeon. Himeko recalled the static from the broadcast and came to the realization that it had been you who they had heard crying, as terrifying as it sounded.

Himeko and Welt did ended up talking to you again in the end, reassuring you it was okay that you did what you did because you didn’t mean it anyways, and that ended up with you saying you’re going to bless the Path of the Trailblaze because there was no way you were going to leave the express to be parentless.

You had other agendas aside from that of course, but they didn’t seem to mind.

However a discussion was made to keep your identity secret when you had told the three people in the crew you didn’t like the attention the scientific community was giving you.

Being observed like a specimen in a National Geographic™️ documentary wasn’t really your thing, as natural as it was.

In the express, you weren’t an Aeon, you were simply [Name]. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Though, how the fuck did they even figure out you were an Aeon immediately?

Guess you’ll never know.

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Part I [Here], Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI…..

Thanks for giving this a read! This was inspired by the shitposts made by @pixiatn!! More will be incoming, though posts will be a bit delayed (unfortunately I’m a busy little bitch).

[naturalbornluvr]

his window's already passed so he's shooting at the glass keeping guns in his locker and he denies it like it's actually important but he lied cuz i sure did watch him showing up wearing black and he knows that his daddy's on death row but he'll say it with his chest tho his friends move dope he hasn't tried coke but he's always had a problem saying no his older brother bagged the valedictorian his mother steady screaming he should be more like him can u read my mind i’ve been watching u u know it u know it u know it's true couldn't fight to save ur life but u look so cool camo jacket robbing corner stores hard odds to beat when you're on all fours good men die too oh i’d rather be with u u u i owe u a black eye and two kisses tell me when you wanna come and get em i only want him if he says it first to me i wanna uh him in the back of his mom's mercury he looks like he works with his hands and smells like marlboro reds it makes me so uugghh and i can't get enough of it something's been feeling weird lately there's just something about u baby there's just something about u baby maybe i’ll just be crazy and piss him off til he hates me yea right he fuckin loves me low slung bad bitch baby come and get u some can u read my mind i’ve been watching u couldn't fight to save ur life but u look so cool u know it u know it u know oh camo jacket robbing corner stores hard odds to beat when you're on all fours good men die too so i’d rather be with u u u i’d rather be with u oh oh i’d rather be with u oh cuz good men die too so i’d rather be with u

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

sometimes I imagine Alphonse waking up early to open the shop and letting Seth and Boo sleep in, and because of the absence of warmth, Boo cuddles closer to Seth

that’s all <3

Sleeping in

Alphonse sighed quietly when he woke up, turning his head he saw Sugarboo and Seth sleeping still. It was around five in the morning, since he put off checking inventory yesterday night he woke up early. Today was Sugarboo and Seth's day off so he didn't want to wake them up, so shutting off his alarm he looked back to see if they were awake.

"Good, still knocked out. Hhhggg time to get up." Groaning quietly he slowly slipped out of bed. He felt Boo grab his arm, Mumbling something. Smiling at them he kissed their forehead, that caused them to let out and cuddle with Seth.

"Awwwee my two cuddle bugs." Cooing lovingly Al gushed at the sight of his two favorite people. They looked so cute all sleepy trying to stay warm after Al left the bed. He was the one that had to give most of the earth under the blanket, he ran hotter compared to both.

"I'm gonna leave now, you two enjoy your sleep." Whispering to the sleepers he leaned down and gave both a quick kiss. Grabbing his shoes he tiptoes out of the room and into the hallway. After successfully closing the door he walked to the front door.

"Hhhaa I should have done it last night. Uugghh" moaning out he was a little mad at himself. Alphonse wanted to cuddle too, how cruel the world is. But also he knew he'd be more grumpy in the morning if he did do inventory last night.

While walking out the door he was able to make a small breakfast. Chewing on the toast he was wondering how the other two were without him. Meanwhile with the sleeping beauties Alphonse would say.

Seth's arms were wrapped tightly around Subarboo who was drooling a bit on their pillow. Groaning a bit as they tried to roll over on their other side. Grabbing the blanket that was left they tugged it over Seth and them. Then smiling sleepily as ut got warmer under the blanket and the arms around them loosened a bit.

It was a cute scene, Sugarboo was cocooned with the blanket Alphonse left. Seth was cuddling their back holding them tight under his own blanket. The two were blissfully sleeping not knowing their other third left them for the day.

[simplydannie]

Previous: Separate Ways

After being banished from Rageous, the twins decided to go on their separate ways…

The thought of her brother clouds her mind as Velvet tries to move forward, soon, she finds herself at the hands of…Rageons? Outside Rageous?

While a Veneer finds himself at the hands of tiny little friends.

She didn’t know how far or how long she walked… before she knew it, night turned into morning. Velvet looked behind her shoulder…. No one. Veneer really hadn’t followed her. He was gone.

Velvet moved herself from the dirt rode and into the forest near her. She found a shade under the trees and curled herself into a ball. Velvet finally let the feeling sink in…. She was alone. For the first time in her life, she was TRULY alone.

“Don’t Velvet, don’t go back.” She told herself, “You can do this alone. You can do the is without your idiotic brother.” But the more she told herself, the more she could feel it was a lie. Everything she did, Veneer had always been there…. He was her other half…. He was the only there through thick and thin…

“AAHHHHH!!!!” Grabbing a clump of leaves she tossed them away from her, her fists pounding and pounding against the dirt. Anger surged through her veins… her eyes glowing pink… “I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM!! THIS IS ALL HIS STUPID FAULT!!” She screamed at the top of her lungs…. She screamed and screamed and screamed…. Then her lungs gave out. She fell sideways hugging her knees, finally allowing herself to cry…. As the poisons effects subdued, the feeling of fear finally entered her.

She was alone and didn’t know where to go. As far as she knew there no other Rageons outside of Rageous. The Bergens? They terrified her. Vacationers? They were too relaxed for her own liking. Trolls?… No, no she’d die before EVER seeking help from one of these things. Velvet finally sat up and looked into the woods… she had two options, continue down the dirt road, or risk exploring to see what she could find inside the dreaded woods. She let out a long heavy sigh. Taking a sharp object from her duffle bag, she marked up a tree… that way she knew where she had been.

“….. I HATE nature.” She said as she proceeded forward.

Veneer had found a small clearing to call it a night. He couldn’t sleep at all much…. He felt alone, he felt abandoned, he felt hurt…. He missed Velvet. The presence that was always with him was now gone. Veneer spent the night tossing and turning. There were sounds that scared him, so he’d wake up. By the time morning came, he had hardly gotten any sleep. Veneer awoke with the darkest circles he had ever had under his eyes.

“Uugghh I probably look dead.” He murmured to himself. He awoke with a yawn. Veneer put his hoodie back on, grabbed his duffle bag, and proceeded with his journey.

The young Rageon took out the directions Floyd had provided… the thing is, Veneer was not good with the sense of direction, so when he needed to go left, Veneer went right…

“AHHHH!!! How big is this stupid forest!!” Velvet yelled has she kicked and threw rocks. “I should’ve stayed on the stupid rode!!! AHHHHHH!” She kicked and screamed, her voice echoing through the woods. It felt like it had been hours. The over brush was so think, she couldn’t even tell what time it was by looking at the sky.

Velvet sat near the base of a tree, running her hands through her hair…she was hopeless.

SNAP! CRUNCH!

She heard the sound of rustling leaves and snapping twigs… something was near, something was moving…Velvet remained quiet, maybe it was nothing…

SNAP! CRUNCH!

Again. There was the sound again…

AWROO!

Was that an…animal noise? Carefully Velvet peeked over the tree she leaned upon. There at the center of a clearing was some sort of creature. Velvet wasn’t too familiar on wildlife. Rageous was scarce of them, so there really was no need to care… except if you ventured through the Rageous woods. This creature was spotted with fur, it had feline features, yet canine features at the same time. It seemed to be struggling, as if stuck.

“That thing is big. I’m getting out of here.” She turned away ready to leave.

Come on Vels! We have to help it!

Her brothers voice rang through her mind, “No! Dammit!” She told herself, she was not going to let this happen. Velvet was finally free of her mushy hearted brother, he shouldn’t be trying to influence her at all right now.

It’s hurt! It’s trapped. We’re not doing that anymore. We HAVE to help it Vels. Please.

His voice rang again.

With a bothered grunt in her voice, she turned and began to slowly approach the creature. It saw her and began to back away fearfully.

“Calm the heck down. I’m not going to hurt you.” She carried a hint of annoyance in her voice. Velvet got close until she got a grip of the rope that entangled the creature…. A trap? And a decent size one at that… that means there were people out here, or close enough. With quick movement, Velvet cut the creature loose from the trap. In a hurried scurry it ran past Velvet knocking her over.

“AH. Sheesh. You’re welcome!” She called out after it.

Thanks, sis.

“Shut up.” She said to no one. As she headed back to grab her duffle bag is when the sounds came in… At first she thought they were creatures crying out again, but the closer it got the clearer she heard… it was a vehicle. Velvet ducked in time as a vehicle rushed over head. Covering her head she coughed at the smoke and dirt it kicked up. As it began to clear she began to get glimpses of what it was… she gasped…. Rageons?

“What the hell!!! Skeet! What happened??”

A Rageon with orange skin, glowing markings, hair, and eyes looked down at a small device he had in his hand…A Strobe? Velvet eyes the other Rageon…They were Under Rageons…but Under Rageons….out here?

They hadn’t seen her, not yet. She quietly moved towards a brush that provided her cover, only peeking through the openings to catch glimpses of these Rageons.

“It caught it. The sensor said it was caught! And look it was!” Skeet pointed towards his activated trap…with the glasses covering his glowing orange eyes, she couldn’t help but think of her brother…there was a small resemblance…and innocence to this Rageon.

“Then were the HELL IS IT!” The other yelled. This one had horns coming of his head, spikes running along his black…a Goyle. The Strobe Rageon neared his trap to observe what possibly could’ve gone wrong….That’s when he saw it…

“…It was cut…”

The Goyle Rageon neared him, “What?”

“Look…It didn’t break free. Someone cut it. Someone LET it free.”

The Goyle Rageon perked his ear as he looked around the clearing, “Trolls. You think Trolls did this? There would be good money there if we found them again.”

So these guys were after Trolls too, no different than what went on in Under Rageous…No difference at all. Which means, these guys were bad news. Velvet saw the Goyle sniff the air…

“Were you right? You smell Troll?” Skeet asked.

“No. No…Not Troll….another….another Rageon?” He even questioned himself. A small gasp escaped Velvet’s mouth. She covered it, afraid that even her breathing would be heard. The sound of broken twigs and snapping branches was heard from behind her.

“Looky what I found here!” Another voice boomed. She peeked through the openings the bush provided her to see….a Bergen? What the hell, she thought to herself. Bergens AND Rageons? The last Bergens she had known were an absolute nightmare…these guys didn’t look any different, only that they were younger. The Bergen that spoke tossed something to the ground….Crap, her duffle bag.

The Goyle Rageon approached. He opened it and dug around, tossing and throwing all her belongings off to the side. He smirked when he saw her underwear, “Looks like we have a female hiding somewhere out here boys….Maybe if we’re lucky, she’s alone.”

Velvet began shaking in her boots. It would only be a matter of time before….SNAP! The small shift in her weight caused a twig to break…but it was obvious enough for the others to hear. A pair of hands reached in the bush and grasped her by the arm, pulling her out of the bush and tossing her to the ground. She landed on her elbow with a cry of pain.

“Oh! What did I tell you? A female, alone…and kinda cute.” The Goyle smirked. As he neared her his face turned into a curious glance, “….You’re a Rageon?”

“What else do I look like you to you idiot?” Velvet retorted. The Goyle turned to his friend. The Strobe Rageon marked up something in his small little device. He neared Velvet, appearing to scan her. His big glowing eyes staring at her from behind his glasses.

“She’s a Rageon…but…I’ve never seen one like her before.”

The Goyle looked down at Velvet who still lay on the floor, “What kind of Rageon are you? You from the so-called Mount Rageous?”

She was hesitant, but her only way to stay safe was to cooperate of some sort, “Yes and no….It’s a long story.”

The Goyle looked at her then at the trap that once held the creature captive, “You let loose the thing we caught?” He pointed to the trap.

“No.” She lied, “My brother did.”

“I don’t see him anywhere.”

“He…” Her face dropped, “We fought, we went our separate ways…not too long before you idiots showed up.” The Goyle studied her for a moment…She wasn’t lying, not really, she was just telling events out of order. She knew Veneer was far off by now, they would never find him…

“Okay…..Bag her.”

“What!” Velvet had no time to protest as a bag was put over her head. She kicked and screamed as her hands were tied behind her back, “What the hell!!”

“Swiv?” The Strobe Rageon looked at his Goyle friend, “What…what are you going to do to her?”

“Don’t worry, Skeet.” Swiv responded, “We won’t hurt her. At least not yet. I think the boss would be interested to find out what little friend we found out here.”

“But the creature is gone.”

“Not that. The girl.”

Velvet continued to put up a fight as she loaded in the back, “LET ME GO!”

“Gosh, she’s a yapper.” The Bergen responded. They drove off..

“But, she’s just a girl.” Skeet said. Swiv smirked, he tossed him an identification card he pulled out of her duffle bag. The Strobe read the name, “Velvet? Wait. As in THE Velvet. Of Velvet and Veneer!”

“One of the two idiots of Mount Rageous.”

“They….They were able to use Troll essence!”

“That’s right. Something I think the boss will find very, VERY interesting.”

“Alright guys! Come on let’s keep it going!” Branch declared as he lead a group of small Trolls onward through the forest.

“How much longer man? We’ve been hiking for hours!” John Dory whined.

“Aren’t you the adventure man?” Floyd asked skeptically.

John took a seat on a small rock, “Yay! When my brother is in danger of course. Now I am retired.”

Branch rolled his eyes joining his brothers by their side, “Come on. Poppy said she saw a hurt swerval run off this direction.”

“If we don’t find it now, then we’re not finding it at all. Let’s go back. We tried bro.” John Dory exclaimed. Floyd hated to leave something hurt running off into the wilderness, but he had to admit his older brother was right.

“True Branch. We can spend months looking for it. We tried, we really did.” Floyd placed an arm on his brother’s shoulder, “We can’t save all of them unfortunately.”

A solemn look came across Branches face. His brothers were right….As Trolls, he felt it was their duty to help protect whatever wildlife they could…but it was true…sometimes they weren’t always successful.

“Okay….Let’s go back…” A tone of defeat in Branches voice….That’s when they heard it…a small cry…Branches ears perked. “You hear that?”

His brothers looked at him curiously, “What?” Floyd was the first to ask….again, another cry, “Wait…wait I heard something too?”

John Dory perked his ears up, “That doesn’t sound like an animal though….it sounds like…an actual persons voice.”

….The cry came again…

The Trolls took off running, their ears guiding them in the direction they needed to go. The sound was getting closer and closer. The Trolls came across a clearing…there in front of them was the injured swerval.

“We found it!” Branch neared the small creature, but only to see that it had been bandaged up.

“Looks like someone already helped him.” Floyd glided his hand across the creatures bandaged leg….The cry came again…

“…Um….guys….You might want to see this.” John Dory said looking down towards a pit covered by brush. Floyd and Branch made their way to their brother, the swerval limping behind them.

“…You have got to be kidding me…” Was all Branch said, but a small smile was creeping up Floyd’s face…

There, in the pit below, holding his knee, crying out in small pain was a familiar swoop of green hair….

“Veneer!” Floyd cried out happily.

“Great. How are we going to get the big dude out of there?”

[the-bi-fangirl-biatch]

this is so unbelievably inconceivably amazingly astonishingly big brained of you, you genius talented bastard (affectionate)...now i need a 200k+ word AU of this asap

Doctor Who - Series 10 Episode ???: The Oswald Anomaly

The Whouffaldi WandaVision au that nobody asked for but exists now anyway!

Idk what or why this is exactly...I would love to write this as a fic, too...but idk how interested anyone would be in that XD

[caterpillarinacave]

imagine a little natm bit where one night the tablet malfunctions and jed and oct wake up normal sized instead of miniature. their tiny clothes ofc don’t fit so they have to borrow stuff from larry (who upon first seeing them big he literally thinks he’s dreaming) and jed is head over heels for the way octavius looks in jeans and a tight white t-shirt. both find it incredibly amusing that they’re taller than larry and tease him about it all night, rexy isn’t nearly as scary at this height and they’re actually able to throw the bone for him instead of needing the car, and they’re able to interact with their normal sized friends without the scary thought of accidentally being squished but most importantly they’re able to explore a whole lot more than when they were little. with a whole lot of negotiating and promises, Larry let’s them go outside for a little bit and like the cheesy saps they are they turn it into something romantic. jed swears octavius looks like a handsome roman statue underneath the moonlight and oct finds a white flower and tucks it behind jed’s ear. uugghh these two are so cheesy and I’m so surprised there’s not more fics of them turning big and going on romantic adventures outside

Yessss this would be adorable! They find out it’s a lot easier to be sneaky when you’re three inches tall. Time to figure out how to lock doors behind you guys.

It would be hilarious if the other miniatures also were full sized so the museum is absolutely overrun with Roman soldiers and cowboys. Poor Larry. Or maybe the next night everyone is back to normal size- except for just Jed, or just Octavius. Whoever is human sized now has to walk around with his boyfriend on his shoulder.

I like to think that Jed and Octavius might want to go out into the city as full sized people to see what they see. They wouldn’t go very far but it would offer the chance for so many cute lines.

I’m thinking a lot of “sitting on the curb in the city in semi-normal clothing they stole from Larry “I bet the lights in Rome didn’t have shit on this place” “the lights here don’t have shit on your eyes” “😳” and oh look at that they’re making out messy on the subway steps now good for them”

Maybe I will write something for that damn 🥺

[coyotetatertot]

No but the way Fiddleford toned himself down and made himself more palatable for others. Do you understand how fucking difficult it can be to speak Appalachian English and be taken seriously, ESPECIALLY for Fidds' generation, and in his field. And you can see he was holding back because his accent 📈📈📈 as he degrades on-camera. Imagine leaving the sticks and going to college with city kids who either see your culture as funny or pity you for it — and that part of you is viewed as an impediment rather than your FUCKING CULTURE. Oh he's so smart DESPITE being a poor country boy, look at how he plays banjo isn't that neat! ...do speak properly though you sound like a dumb hillbilly djznskskksw. I say all this as someone who has been IN that situation a good amount.💧it is brutal and it's so easy to lose that part of yourself, even if you really like it. You wanna be taken seriously don't you??? You gotta assimilate then.

I feel like Fiddleford is the kinda guy who might take the middle ground. Cuz clearly he did tone down his dialect but he refused to give up big parts of himself. Banjo + chew + hamboning. Things that give him joy / are ingrained into him, he doesn't erase. He might remove some of his dialect but he won't be deep cleaning his psyche to assimilate. You can't break him that much.

And this STILL isn't enough for Ford btw, the way this fucker (/affectionate) was annoyed by these little vestiges of Fiddleford's culture. The civilized, subtle distaste in Journal 3. Condescending-ass "I can't get mad at him cuz he grew up on a hog farm." No banjo playing after 8 — SIR YOU ARE LETTING A DEMON POSSESS YOUR BODY, YOU SHOULD HAVE OTHER CONCERNS YOU DUMB FUCK (/AFFECTIONATE)

It hurts but in a good way. That's just the reality of your culture being a fucking pariah for the rest of the nation. Appalachia is synonymous with "dumb and annoying." And yes even your best friend thinks that. 💕

And then the way Fiddleford just.. devolves. Into the wild man stereotype. One of the biggest and most negative stereotypes people associate with Appalachia — he BECOMES THAT. In a giant metaphor for addiction (HELLO??????? PURDUE EAT MY ENTIRE ASS). He collapses without a support system, just trying to cope with the pain of shit he has seen and had done to him. For that he must pay dearly. Wasting away as the monster of his nightmares. He does kinda feel like a stand in for Appalachia itself sometimes. I like that they introduce him first as the stereotype, then delve into who he was, and who he is. Cuz it's easy as fuck to look at Appalachians as poor, uneducated, drug-addicted hillbillies — so easy and popular you can run for vice president on that bullshit‼️‼️‼️ But when you learn more about it / are actually Appalachian you become familiar with the (in)humanity behind it, and the unceasing sorrow and hopelessness Fiddleford met in that fucking junkyard.

Also the little things... Fiddleford raiding the mining display for weapons like this is fuckin blair mountain fjsnzkalal. And that he only seems fully comfortable being authentic when he's lost his goddamn mind — how deeply-ingrained must that repression be??? Uugghh. I like to think he's able to deconstruct and at least be completely himself in the aftermath of all this.

And I crave writing Tate reconnecting with that, too. Not just his dad. But with the culture he can see traces of all around him, but was robbed of when fate took his father away.

[danikamariewrites]

Family Time

Ruhn x reader

A/n: Ruhn would be such a good dad like uugghh

Warnings: none just kinda cheesy

Running around the kitchen you hear a little voice call out from the living room, “Auntie y/n!” “Yes!” You yell back. “I found the goldfish! They were next to the couch.” You let out a sigh of relief. Walking back to the living room your niece, Louise, was sitting on the floor coloring, happily munching away at her goldfish.

Your brother called you last minute asking you to babysit for the night. He and his wife are healers at the hospital in Lunathion and were called into work. You never minded watching your niece, you loved your family, they're the most important thing to you.

As you plopped down on the couch, turning on the TV you couldn’t help but feel like you were forgetting something. Louise had everything she needed, you had dinner planned, what were you forgetting?

A knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. “Who’s that?” Louise asked, tilting her head like a curious cat. “I’m not sure.” You get up, opening the door to Ruhn holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

Fuck. It was date night. That’s what you were forgetting.

“Hi sweetheart, ready for dinner.” He kisses your cheek and enters your apartment. He stops short, noticing Louise by the coffee table. The Fae child looking between the two of you with a mischievous look. “Ooohhh Auntie y/n you didn’t tell me you have a boyfriend.” She says tauntingly. Ruhn let out a laugh, crouching down to Louise’s level.

“And who’s this young lady?” Louise holds out her hand for Ruhn to shake, “Louise, y/n’s niece.” “Well it’s very nice to meet you.” He shakes her hand as they lock into an intense staring contest.

Breakin the growing tension between the two you cut in, “Louise, this is Ruhn Danaan, the crown prince of the Valbaran Fae. And yes, he’s Auntie's boyfriend.” Louise lets go of Ruhns hand, crossing her tiny arms over her chest. “Hhmm, not impressed.” Ruhns expression turns to shock and you laugh a little.

“Louise, why don’t you hang out here while we go talk in the kitchen.” Louise nods and goes back to her coloring book.

Once in the kitchen Ruhn hands you the bouquet. You take it, standing on your tiptoes and peck his cheek. “Thank you baby, they’re lovely.” You set about to put them in a vase. “Louise is a funny kid. Looks like it’s gonna take a lot to impress her.” You set the vase on the table, “Oh, don’t mind her. She just likes messing with people.”

Facing him, your expression turns into a sad smile. “I’m so sorry, I forgot about date night and I said I could babysit.” Ruhn comes up to you rubbing your arms soothingly. “Hey, it’s fine. I understand completely. If you don’t have dinner plans already, we can go out. All three of us.”

“Are you sure? You don’t have to do that, Ruhn.” “I want to. Your family is important to you, so they’re important to me. So please let me take you and your niece out.” You let out a sigh, “Ok, let’s go.”

…

The whole walk to the restaurant Louise grilled Ruhn, asking question after question. By the time you were seated the Fae Prince was her new best friend.

Once dinner was over Louise slumped back in the booth. You hear Ruhn in your mind. Perking up, you let him in. “Is it ok if she has ice cream?” “Yeah of course! Ice cream sounds nice.” Ruhn smiles at you and slumps back like Louise.

“Gosh, I am full.” He rubs a hand over his stomach for emphasis. “But you know what I could go for?” He turns his head towards Louise who gives him a curious look. “Ice cream!” She starts bouncing up and down in her seat, excited by the thought of the sugary treat. “Are you serious Ruhn! Can we really get ice cream!?”

He laughs at the child’s excitement, “Ask your Aunt first.” Louise looks at you, her wide eyes hopeful that you’ll say yes. “Let's do it.”

Sitting in the ice cream parlor watching your boyfriend and niece get along so well your mind starts to wander. Ruhn would be such a good dad. You know he didn’t have the best upbringing with his father and all, but he grew up to be a kind and caring male.

You’d talked about what the Oracle had told him and you both said that you didn’t want kids. But one day you might change your mind. The thought of starting a family with him took over your mind.

Ruhn notices you lost in thought out of the corner of his eye. He asks you mind to mind, “You ok sweetheart?” “We could change our minds one day right?” You ask shyly. He looks at you, eyes full of love and says, “We absolutely can.”

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