#and the fact that my room is a wreck that i can't clean

[findangoh]

I'm not one of those people who thinks of 31 as old but if you think of it in the perspective of either "you can get what you want or you can just get old" I definitely got old.

[lilirari]

new year's day

charles leclerc x gn! reader ☆ fluff ☆ food & alcohol ment ☆ 1.02k words ☆ heavily inspired by taylor swift's 'new year's day'.

💭 author's note : a very short & simple writing to start off the year ! i've gotten a bit rusty with written works tbh :( anyways 2024 will be charles' and ferrari's year !! 🤞 (delulu)

it was already past midnight, the leftovers and remains of a new year's party clearly evident in your apartment. there's glitter all over the place and empty bottles of alcohol, boxes of pizza, cans of soft drinks, and random polaroids littered the hardwood floor.

a sigh escaped your lips as you rubbed the temples of your forehead, a trash bag in hand. as you looked around the trashed apartment, your eyes landed on the only other person present there.

" you don't have to stay back, you know. " you pointed out, as the other person shook his head. " it's alright, y/n. it's the least i can do... especially after my friends absolutely wrecked your place. " charles mentioned, offering you an apologetic smile as he looked around the place.

you chuckled softly at his words as you waved your hand in dismissal. " it's all good, charlie. you don't have to apologise. i was the one who invited them anyways so i'll take the blame. although, i must admit that it was quite fun meeting them again. they were the life of the party, especially daniel. it would've been pretty boring without any of them so i don't really regret inviting them. "

charles laughed at your words, nodding his head in agreement. " that is true.. they do know how to party well. "

" hmm.. but charles, you really should go. do you really want to spend the first day of a new year cleaning up an apartment that's not even yours ? " you asked, your voice laced with concerned as you picked up a few empty cans and threw them inside the trash bag.

upon hearing your words, the monegasque man raised an eyebrow. " y/n, are you trying to get rid of me ? " he asked as he slumped his shoulders and folded his arms. " i'll have you know that i'm quite hurt by these words of yours. " he commented, pretending to be upset as you suppressed a laughter, trying your best not to crack at his antics.

" oh, you know it's nothing like that, charlie. but i'm just worried that i'll ruin your new year's day. like, you're supposed to be at home having a good rest right now but you're stuck with me here instead. and this is not really an ideal thing to be doing on the first day of the new year, y'know ? " you continued, voicing your concern over his stay as he just smiled.

" y/n, you're not getting rid of me. there's no point in telling me to leave because i won't. i've already made up my mind. i'm staying here and i'm going to help you until the end. "

there was something about the way he looked and smiled at you that made your heart skipped a beat and your breath hitched. he was always so kind to you, a true gentleman. and the fact that you had the biggest crush on him didn't help at all. as you felt your cheeks start to warm up, you quickly tried to cover it with a small cough. " fine. but you can't complain if you get tired, alright ? "

the sound of his laughter filled the room as he gave you a cheeky smile. " deal. "

the remaining hour went by rather silently, with only the sound of soft music playing in the background being heard. the two of you swept the floors, rearranged any of the furnitures which were out of place and picked up all the trash. the only conversation you had in between the clean-up was when charles found some funny polaroids the other drivers took, which made you both laugh until your stomachs ached and you had to cross your arms over your stomachs in an attempt to catch your breaths.

eventually, you somehow finished cleaning up the place and made it look like how it was before it got trashed. you held onto a mop for support as you sighed, the exhaustion from all the partying and the cleaning finally catching up to you.

charles walked back into the room, having gone out to throw the garbage bags into the bins on the street. " looks like our job's done. " he pointed out as his eyes scanned the room, which seemed to be devoid of any irregularities now and looked spotless. his eyes landed on you as you wiped away the sweat on your forehead. " tired ? "

you nodded at his words as you placed the mop back to its original place and walked up to the driver. " a little, yeah. but it was worth it. thank you for helping me out, charlie. i would've never finished cleaning all the mess in a short amount of time without you. " you extended your thanks, moving your lips slightly to indicate a smile.

" it's nothing, y/n. this is why i told you not to get rid of me. " he nudged your sides, showing you his pearly whites as he grinned. you playfully rolled your eyes at his words, before remembering something. " oh yeah, i forgot to ask you earlier. did you enjoy the party ? "

" i did. " charles muttered, his voice suddenly growing softer as he took a step forward. " there's one thing i regret not doing at the party though. "

" hmm ? what's that ? " you hummed, your eyes searching for an answer in his. nothing could've prepared you for his next words though as he placed a hand on your cheek, his eyes landing on your lips for a mere second before darting back to look at you. he took in a deep breath, as his thumb gently grazed your lower lip. " i really wished i had kissed you when the clock struck twelve. "

your eyes widened and you felt your heartbeat pick up it's pace. did he feel the same way about you as you felt about him ? there was only one way to find out. you boldly leaned in, closing the gap between the two of you as you looked into his eyes. " well, can't you kiss me now ? "

charles couldn't have been more happier to hear those words come out of your mouth as he immediately pressed his lips against yours, giving you the answer to your question through this action of his and a memorable way to begin a new chapter of your life.

© LILIRARI, 2024 ★

[starberry-cupcake]

Things were happening too much. Gideon "Griddle" Nav, Chapter 30

I'm gonna have to split these up because there's so much going on.

previously, in gideon the ninth:

this happened

currently, having finished chapter 34:

well, I am exhausted and I'm just reading this

"gideon can't catch a break" should be the subtitle of this book

we literally can't finish a world-shattering disaster, we're onto the next one

the skeletons can't clean the blood fast enough

so, palmolive has a plan

palmolive's plans are like my cousin playing d&d, he talks as if the plan is bulletproof but then you hear him and it's some looney tunes shit

they work more frequently than not, which is infuriating but also moves things along

I feel like I'm constantly arguing with this guy in my head

palmolive's plan is to use the mind reading thingy harrow leveled up when they won against the first boss to show her mentally how dulcinea's key was so that they can break in that door

there are 2546 things that could go wrong with this, but he says he's super sure

he's not, in fact, super sure, but it works

camilla, my qp wife, has the poker face of the century

they look at the room and find some stuff, pins in a board, necromancer notes, the fact that the skeletons aren't constructs, you know, the usual

oh and that teacher and the other dudes are all super dead

which, we all kinda knew that

the fact that the old man didn't have a heart attack at this point is prove enough he doesn't have a beating heart to begin with

I'm gonna say, I love learning book lore and understanding how things work in said lore, but this book is making me feel terribly dumb

I don't know if it's a language barrier, the fact that Gideon doesn't understand the stuff herself and she's the narrator or what, but I feel so dumb sometimes reading their explanations

the gist of it, I believe, is that they don't know what's powering them to do what they do...or who

they can't really delve into it because a fire alarm goes off

I haven't blamed dulcinea for things yet but you know how I feel about her, they check on her and she's still alive, so she's still a threat in my book

they fix the alarm but they can't really delve into it because the Second has murdered Teacher (he wasn't alive but he kind of was, you know how it is) and ratted them out to the Emperor

but Teacher says "one of them" can't come back, which makes me think this isn't as simple as they think it is

the second is a goner btw

they were a goner the moment they thought they could take on Camilla The Everything, love of my life

but they can't really delve into it because mayonnaise uncle and duracell bunny nephew tell them the third have opened up abigail's body

they can't really delve into that either because palmolive figures out that abigail had a key inside her body and the third have gone through the door it opened

the third is like when you have a dog that's constantly making noise and then, for 10 straight minutes you don't hear them, so you just know they've done something bad

so gideon, harrowbean, palmolive, my qp wife, mayonnaise uncle and duracell bunny nephew all go to confront the third

yandere simulator twin is bloody and cryptic in the middle of the room

I could go on a tangent and talk about the madwoman archetype in victorian literature and how she's a representation of the 'lucia' archetype (no relation to me), dulcinea of the 'ophelia' and maybe regina george twin could be a closeted 'jane'

I'm not going to, though, you're welcome for that

so regina george twin is crying in a corner (gideon is emotionally doing the same, probably) and chad is dead on the ground

get wrecked, asshole

well, he's not dead-dead, nobody in this book is ever dead-dead, this is the hotel california of space

yandere twin has absorbed chad's ghost like piccolo and kami sama in dragon ball (rip akira toriyama)

she says she's figured it all out and the whole test was so a necro would soul-fuse with a cav, one flesh one blood one end one bed, I forgot how the oath went

I don't think she's figured it out because we're not ending this book yet

palmolive also doesn't think so

very important note: there's writing on the wall (literal and metaphorical) again saying "you lied to us" and it's the same writing that was featured before and we still don't know what that's about

so the eighth goes berserk and mayonnaise uncle wants to fight yandere twin for slurping chad's soul

duracell bunny nephew goes like "I'm not sure about this" and that was the moment I knew he was toast

I have already established I feel dumb reading the explanations but, for what I can understand, what the eighth does is that the necro detaches the soul of the cav and makes him astral project elsewhere for a time but there's always a tether to bring him back, if that is broken or he drifts too far he can't come back but other things could go into his body instead, or something like that

which is what happens

I thought that the recent dead had, because gideon says there were six people in him, and we've got 6 dead (protozoa, the unknown corpse, the 2 teens and the bride and groom), but idk

all this happens after yandere twin fights using chad's moves and some magic body jelly

this is body horror territory, there are tongues coming out of orifices that should not have tongues and goo flying all over the place

the eighth is dead at the end of it, yandere twin and her inner chad are gone and regina george twin is crying because she wanted to be the one absorbed, which I guess makes sense considering she was training with swords

you know, I had my suspicions that maybe she wasn't a necro after all, but harrow distracted me when she said she must have been a good one

so now we're down to: gideon, harrowbean, palmolive, my wife, regina george twin, yandere twin w/inner chad and dulcinea my mortal enemy

and whoever it is that's coming in after the second contacted whatever number there was in the space phone tree

also, protozoa was one of the two bodies that were cooked earlier on, we still don't know who the second is

there's more we don't know than what we do know

see you on the next one, if you're not yet tired of me

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Not Ready Part 8/12

18+

Part 9 and Part 10 are out on my Patreon!

Readers sister dies in a tragic car accident, leaving reader and her boyfriend Ruben in the urgent custody of her niece and nephew. Readers' life is suddenly flipped upside-down since having children hadn't been the plan for her and Ruben's life together. At least not now, when his football career was reaching great new heights.

Enjoy! 💞

Ruben's parents were coming all the way from Portugal to visit you this week. It would be their first time meeting Emmy and Vale and it was safe to say that you were a nervous wreck.

Ruben was also a nervous wreck, but for other reasons entirely. He recently suggested that the two of you needed to hire a housekeeper to clean up his apartment, and to handle the cooking....and grocery shopping. And if they were willing — the entertainment of the children.

"So, a nanny basically?"

"Not a nanny." Ruben argued, hearing the irritation in your voice. A pause. "Okay a nanny."

"Why would we hire a nanny, Ruben? I can't believe that you would even suggest that."

"Look around Y/N." You stood in the middle of the living room. A war zone to any visitor. A real mess. Toys scattered everywhere on the floor, drawings taped to the walls, and slime....hidden in every corner of the room, only the smell of aftershave revealing exactly where. 

"It's a zoo, Y/N. I'm living in a zoo." Ruben's outstretched arms fall hopelessly to his sides. "I've gotten rid of the expensive paintings, the fragile sculptures and vases. Hell, I've even put away most of my throphy's. Still your kids will find something of mine to break. I can't take it anymore. We can't live like this."

"My kids....?" You felt the ripple in your heart.

"Yeah?" Ruben's eyebrows furrowed, your hurt expression stunning him.

"So whenever they break something or make a mess they're suddenly my kids? My responsibility alone?"

"Y/N, you know that's not what I—"

You turned your back on him, hiding your face. 

"Hey, baby don't—"

Behind your back you heard Ruben shuffle through the mess. Soon his arms wrapped around you, sweeping you into the warmth of his torso, cradling you in his arms.

"You know that's not what I meant." Ruben whispered, his lips brushing softly against the lobe of your ear. He pressed kisses against your skin, tracing them down the slope of your neck. "They're also my kids." He muttered. "Our kids."

A sighed as you slumped against him, your head falling back on Ruben's shoulder. He continued nibbling on your neck, his hands busy with the buttons on your knitted sweater, sliding it off your shoulders to reveal that you were naked underneath it.

"Wow." He breathed, a silent prayer of gratitude that Emmy and Vale had just been dropped off at school. Iker was still present, but his playful growl was heard somewhere in the kitchen. 

"Bedroom?" Ruben suggested.

"Bedroom." You nodded.

Ruben did not hesitate to gather you in his arms and carry you there. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands raking through his thick hair while you kissed him open mouthed. He fought to get you to the bedroom, throwing you on the bed once he did. The sight of your bouncing breast arched his brow.

"Like what you see?" You grinned, playfully pinching your nipples while he watched you from above.

"Don't." He grunted, a warning. "No touching yourself unless I say so."

"Yes, sir."

He grinned, loving the fact that you were willing to play along. It wasn't often that he got to have you like this. Just the two of you naked, bodies pressed hard against one another. With Ruben's parents coming this week there would be more of you to look after Emmy and Vale. More time for you and Ruben to—

"Stop thinking."

You gasped as Ruben's knee forced your legs to spread as he dipped it into the mattress.

"Focus on me." He demanded, voice murky and seductive.

You nodded slowly.

"Good. Now...where do you want my mouth."

You smiled. "On my pussy."

Ruben chuckled. "Trust me, I'll get to that. But your breast...." He dipped his chin, his hands pressing down on each side of you. "They're so edible. " He reached out a hand to squeeze your flesh, arching your back in the process of bringing your nipples into his mouth. He shifted between them both, like a kid with two popsicles. 

While you moaned and groaned beneath him you felt the bulge in his pants grow stiff against your thigh. "Ruben please."

He hymns in response, warm saliva watering his mouth as he keeps suckling you for pleasure.

"Please Ruben,  I need you to touch me."

He paused, pulling his head back from your chest. "Like this?" He said, knuckles tracing down your belly, stopping at the hem of your sweatpants. He found the right spot on the hill of your pelvis, drawing small circles over the soft fabric with his thumb. His finger moved until a wet patch revealed how desperately you wanted him,  how this act alone could make you explode.

"Be patient baby, I'll get the condoms." Ruben stood and you whimpered with the absence of his touch.

He chuckled but made his way towards the bathroom. You fell back on the bed to the sound of cabinets and drawers being pulled open. Ruben returned with no rubber in sight. "No luck, we're out of condoms."

"Baby." You squealed, your thighs rubbing together just to keep the fire within you alive.

"Fuck." Ruben ground and made his way over to you anyway. He climbed the bed to sit on top of you and pulled your sweats and panties down your legs in one go. What was revealed to him was a swollen bead, sensitive to touch, but pulsating for his touch.

"God, Y/N. You're this wet for me?" Ruben looked down on you in wonder, his cock fully sprouted below his shorts.

"Yes, Ruben. Do something, touch me, tease me. With or without a condom, I don't care."

You really didn't. And for the first time it seemed like Ruben didn't either. He pulled his pants down to reveal his cock, rock hard in the grip of his hand. He aligned himself with your entrance as you spread wide before him. He bent down and kissed you before slowly easing himself into the warmth of you.

"Shit." He groaned. A deep growl extracted from his chest that pressed hard against your own. 

Daylight slipped through the bedroom windows revealing the amazement in his eyes and the pure admiration Ruben had for your body. 

He was looking down at where the two of you were joined. As his hips thrusted against your ass he watched the wave of your flesh as you took him into you raw. 

You raised one leg to rest over his shoulder. Ruben's hand closed around it to keep you steady while he pumped in and out of you like a wild animal, rattling the bed in the process.

Once the hits got too hot for him to bear he bent down, slowing himself down by raising your chin and pressing soft kisses against your lips. They were soft but sloppy, Ruben's tongue tasting yours in a sacred dance of your mouths.

"Fuck I'm....." 

Eventually something twitched below. Ruben's body trembled with every twitch and so did yours. On the verge of him pulling out his cock, you whimpered. "No." Ruben's eyes widened. You wanted him, all of him even if it meant another level taken in your relationship. 

To your satisfaction Ruben did not fight you, instead with his last efforts he rode the wave with you. Your orgasms followed closely behind one another before your bodies went slack.

"That was...."

You nodded, your chest heaving up and down as you fought to catch your breath. Ruben rolled onto his back but pulled you to lay against him. He removed the damped hair from your temple and kissed your nose and then your lips. "You're so beautiful like this."

"You mean sweaty and naked?" You smiled.

"Yes, just like this, sweaty and naked." 

Ruben held your chin, not sparing you a breath as he repeatedly brought your lips to his mouth. He kissed you as if you tasted vanilla ice cream and he just couldn't get enough licks as you melted in his arms.

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[green-alm0nd]

Can I request a Hunter or Anakin (you can choose) fic, where they walk in on the reader practicing a dance?

If you need a song for the dance, I got you:

Hello!

Of course I can! I hope you like it! <3

[Hunter x gn!reader]: I had no idea you could dance

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Summary:

After a long mission, the Bad Batch go back to Pabu to rest. Hunter can't wait to see you again, but he was surprised when he walked in on you dancing to a song.

WARNINGS: None, really. Fluff, established relationship, soft and flustered Hunter. A bit short but I hope you like it!

Requested by: @kombatkid

Enjoy!

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"We're finally back!" Wrecked excitedly said.

Tech pushed his goggles.

"We know, it was unnecessary of you to tell us because we are also going back to Pabu." Tech implied, rolling his eyes.

"Hey! Party crusher!" Wrecker complained.

"I am simply stating a fact." Tech responded.

Hunter sighed.

"Will you two stop it?" He asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. The only thing the clone wanted was to arrive at Pabu, hug you, and spend some nice quality time with you.

It was the only thing he wished for in that moment.

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Upon arriving, Hunter suspected you'd be waiting for him at your shared apartment in the upper part of the island. He breathed in the smell of the salty water that surrounded the isle. It usually gave him sensory overload, especially when it stormed. But seeing as it was a sunny and radiant day, it wouldn't really affect him much.

After Shep welcomed them again, Tech and Phee decided to leave the latest treasure caught in the Archium, while Omega and Wrecker headed down for a race. 'The one who loses has to swim in Pabu water at night!' Omega had yelled, before Wrecker and her starting heading to the shop that sold the closest thing to Mantell mix.

Meanwhile, Hunter walked towards your apartment. He heard a very small amount on music coming from the small cottage, but he figured it could be because you were cleaning, or singing it, or just listening to it.

Upon entering the apartment, his hearing perked up at the significantly loud sound of a hip-hop tune.

He left his stuff at the counter on the kitchen, and walked towards your shared room.

"Cyar'ika?" He asked.

He figured the music was too loud for you to hear him, so he decided to knock on the door.

However, it was open, and Hunter's jaw dropped at the sight. He stared at you through a small gap between the wall and the door.

You, dancing. And not just dancing, but giving everything you had into the song.

He stared at you, gulping loudly as your body; your soul, moved the way the song wanted to.

Your legs were doing an amazing job at keeping up with the music, almost always leaving the ground to jump or slide.

So were your arms, that swayed alongside the beat. And so was your torso, connecting both legs and arms. Your body itself was responsive to the music, and it looked almost natural.

Since when we're you able to dance like that?

Hunter stared, his face turning a shade of pink at the sight. You had been together for around 4 months, and yet he had never seen you dancing. He was so surprised, his arms dangled as if he was hypnotized.

He accidentally opened the door, and mentally slapped himself for doing so. Great: now he would be seen as a stalker if you found out about him staring at you while you danced.

You suddenly stopped, eyes widened. You turned off the music. "Uh...hi." You whispered.

Hunter took a deep breath, trying to make his heartbeat stop beating so fast.

"Hey." He said, with a flustered smile.

"How long have you been here?" You asked, your cheeks red.

"Enough time to realise that you're an awesome dancer." He responded, scratching the back of his neck.

"I thought you would be back later today. You're early." You responded, changing the subject, your face still red.

Hunter let out a playful huff.

"Don't ignore my compliment." He replied, walking to your room, wrapping his arms around you as he smirked.

"I'm not an awesome dancer. I'm just a good one." You shrugged off.

"Liar. But I'll take it." Hunter replied. "But really, you never told me you could dance. I didn't think you even liked it." He said.

"Its just a hobby. But now that you've interrupted me, I won't practice for like a whole year." You replied.

Hunter smiled.

"Pretty please?"

"No."

He chuckled softly.

"Well, one year will have to do then." He said, shaking his head.

You smiled back, the heat dying down.

"Oh, shut it, you."

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I hope you like it since it's my first request and I don't know how it went ;-;

Reblogs, shares and comments are highly appreciated <3

[masterqwertster]

(Am i allowed to send two prompts??? I was reading the list and two jumped out at me 🥺 totally get it if you’d rather not though!!)

21 for the soulblooms au? (Specifically ashton’s special brand of coping, but I’ll take anything in that au if that doesn’t speak to you!)

Prompt You're fine sending two. As my pinned post says among my ask box rules, I don’t mind multiple asks from the same person 😊 Well, that one definitely matches Ashton's self-destructive coping. So have some early days with FCG at the Krook House, as observed by Milo. 21 "Oh, love. What have you done to yourself?"

Milo finds it kind of impressive how much Ashton has tried to clean up his act since bringing Fresh Cut Grass home.

Though they can't say it's particularly surprising.

FCG is one of Ashton's soulmates, somehow, despite being an automaton. And Ashton fucking cares, so much, in spite of their constant attempts to shut their heart away since The Fall. And FCG being the literal baby of their soulmate group at only four years old doesn't give Ashton a lot of room to keep him out. Kids need support, should have support from the adults that take responsibility for them. Even if FCG is as intelligent as the average adult, he just doesn't have the experience to put that knowledge to good use. So it's good that Ashton is taking that step up to be the adult FCG needs in his life.

But change isn't easy, so Milo is equally unsurprised to find Ashton getting absolutely hammered on the couch about an hour or two after FCG has gone into stasis at the end of the first week. They suppose the genasi deserves points for at least waiting until after the automaton has 'gone to bed.'

"Do I even wanna know why you're trying for liver failure tonight?" Milo dryly asks, picking up some stray empty bottles off the floor and lining them up on the coffee table.

"Relentless motherfucker tried to buy Grass off of me," Ashton growls, voice rumbling with shades of Primordial even as the words slur. "Wanted to drop 'em down the Shaft, see how much they bounced 'fore they hit the bottom."

Milo winces. They can certainly understand being upset about someone trying to buy your soulmate from you. That is undeniably fucked up. Just fucking awful. ...And throwing someone down the catwalk-crossed core of the Fownsee Hollow would definitely send the message for everyone else to back the fuck off.

"FCG talk you out of it?" Milo asks, morbidly curious as to how such a bastard managed to escape that fate.

"Didn' even have t' fuckin' talk," Ashton huffs, the strong scent of alcohol wafting off their breath. "Jus' acted all nervous 'nd scared. Didn' want them scared of me," they finish morosely, and drain their current bottle.

"Buddy," Milo says with all sympathy.

The worst part is, they can't deny that sometimes, Ashton is scary. And he loyally owes them his life, would never bring Milo harm if he could avoid it. Yet it doesn't change the fact that the genasi cuts a frightfully intimidating figure when he's in a fury, out to render someone to a bloody pulp.

"It shouldn' be fuckin' me!" Ashton roars, mood shifted. Alongside those words, they slam the bottle clenched in their hand onto the coffee table, disregarding the shattering glass and cracking wood.

"Whoa! Hey, hey! Let's not wreck the house!" Milo panics, clutching Ashton's arm. Not that it'll do much good if Ashton decides he's not done. It's well within his capability to lift their entire weight one-handed.

"It shouldn't 've been me who found Grass," Ashton sadly mumbles, flopping back into the couch, mood changed again. "'M not good at takin' care of people."

Which is such a fucking lie it isn't even funny, Milo thinks. Ashton may be shit at taking care of themself in any healthy way, but they have an amazing amount of compassion and care for others in them despite the difficulties life has thrown their way again and again. They can hardly think of someone better at caring in the ways that truly count.

Any reassurance they would have offered is cut off by rapid thumping on the stairs accompanied by the rattling of metal.

"Are y'all alright? What's goin' on? I heard a loud noise and I got blooms!" Fresh Cut Grass shouts in a panic as they roll into the room, holding out a hand full of thistles.

Milo can't help but notice that's the same hand Ashton had smashed bottles and the coffee table with. And they notice the way Ashton stiffens at his soulmate's voice, guilt and shame flashing across his face before it's hidden behind a lazy mask.

"It's fine, Grass. Just wasn't being careful," Ashton slowly explains, obviously trying to cover their drunken slur to Milo's practiced ear.

"Oh. You hurt yourself?" and there's note to FCG's voice that makes Milo believe that he doesn't quite buy what Ashton's trying to sell. And from what they've heard about Dancer, it's probably not the first time the young automaton has come across a drunken mess of his caretaker.

"Well, I- I can at least heal you?" Fresh Cut Grass hesitantly offers.

"They're just little scratches. I've had worse," Ashton dismisses, studying the dark blood slowly welling in their hand.

"Yeah, I know. But that doesn't mean these cuts don't need healin' too," FCG gently argues.

Ashton stares at the automaton, searching for something. Then they offer the injured hand to him.

Fresh Cut Grass doesn't hesitate to take the stone hand between his own metal ones, and with a small burst of magic, heals the cuts. Glass tinkles as it hits the ground, the magic pushing the embedded glass fragments out of the genasi's hand so it can properly heal.

And Milo can see something looser, calmer in Ashton at this small bit of care. They guess that, in a way, Ashton was scared of Fresh Cut Grass. More specifically, that his soulmate wouldn't be able to handle his Ashton-ness, that they'd leave him like the Nobodies did. But FCG cares too, and caring is one of the few things the automaton won't be easily deterred on.

It's a good change happening in the Krook House, Milo thinks.

[starandcloud]

Myles and Miles Headcannons

My Headcannons for the Twins AU

Myles is right handed Miles is left handed

Myles braids his hair (not really headcannons just facts-) Miles lets his hair be

They're Scorpios, November 10th

Myles is more closed off with his emotions Miles is more open with his emotions

Myles has very light freckles Miles does not

Myles can cook Miles can not

Myles' half of their shared room is clean, everything has its place and nothing is out of place Miles' half of the shared room is not clean

Myles would beat someone for you Miles would hold you while Myles beats them

Both are momma's boys, but Myles is the bigger momma's boy

Myles is not touchy feely with people he doesn't know well Miles is, in fact, very touchy feely with people

Myles is the more athletic twin, doing basketball when the season comes Miles is more artistic and gets his work out from Spidermanning

Myles is more of an introvert, while Miles is a complete social butterfly

Myles is older by 14 minutes, and holds that over Miles' head

Myles loves spending time with you, but doesn't really show it Miles loves spending time with you, and shows it

Myles asked you out with flowers and chocolate, nervous wreck Miles was just a goofball and used Uncle Aaron's "tactic", that's not why you agreed. You agreed because he made you laugh so hard your ribs hurt

Myles texts you good morning/good night whenever he wakes up/goes to sleep Miles texts it at the same time every morning/good night, he has a schedule

When you're in class and he has free time, Myles spams the fuck out of you. Making your phone go off a few hundred times during class Miles, he just draws you wherever he can

Myles has polaroids of you in the back of he phone and in his binders Miles has a folder in his phone of pictures of you

Myles love languages: Gift giving, Quality time, Words of affirmation, Touch Miles love languages: Gift giving, Quality time, Words of affirmation

Myles: High key possessive and protective Miles: Low key possessive and protective

Myles: Easily flustered Miles: Less Easily flustered

Myles: the older, shorter, and "weaker" twin Miles: the younger, taller, and "stronger" twin

Both boys are tender-headed

Myles: Cannot draw worth shit Miles: Cannot dance, he has really bad rhythm

Myles: Impulsively buys sweet/spicy shit Miles: Impulsively buys sour/tart shit

Myles has: TikTok, Instagram, Snapchat, and Pinterest Miles has: Tiktok, Instagram, Snapchat, Pinterest, and Tumblr

Myles: Would, and probably has, kill for you if you asked Miles: Can't, and won't, kill

Myles: Is good, borderline amazing, with kids Miles: Pretty anxious with kids

Myles: Doesn't do PDA Miles: Does PDA

Myles: He learns about the person he likes by watching them Miles: He learns by talking to them

Myles: Falls for someone he's close to Miles: Hopeless romantic

Myles: Deals with any, and all, crushes on his own Miles: Asks for help with his crushes

Myles: Is a whirlwind of emotions with someone he likes, but hides it Miles: Is a whirlwind, but literally cannot hide it

Both boys believe in soulmates, but Miles is more "spiritual" about it

Myles: Didn't say I love you first in the relationship, he was worried about it being to soon in the relationship Miles: Literally said it right after he asked you out.

Myles: Once he was certain it wasn't to early, he said "I love you" after every kiss he give you Miles: Says "I love you" constantly"

Myles: Enjoys giving compliments more than getting them Miles: Enjoys giving equally as much as getting compliments

Both boys love seeing you in their clothes, Myles just stares at you for a second before pulling you close and kissing you. Miles stares too, but looks more love-drunk than his brother

Both boys love making, and cuddling in, pillow forts. It's a small thing for Miles but to Myles, it's one of his favorite things to do with you

Myles: Sharing a bed with him is a must, because he's the Prowler he gets paranoid that you're not okay and wakes up from nightmares and holds you tight if you're sleeping over. But if you're at your own house, he either spam calls/texts you or rushes to your house. You've woken up a few times to find him asleep on your fire escape, which worried you and you covered him with a blanket and sat out there with him. Miles: Wants to share a bed with you, but won't make you. He's less anxious than his twin and if he wakes up from a nightmare he texts you and gives you a call. If you answer, that's great. If not he leaves you a voice mail along the lines of: "Hey Mi Amor? I just wanted to know if you're okay. Call me when you can Love, Te quiero." He'd be up for a few hours after that and would turn on his bedside lamp and draw, destressing. Waking up Myles who would talk him through his anxiety.

Forehead kisses, that's it. The twins love giving you them. It makes Miles happy to see you laugh softly and kiss him and it makes Myles' heart warm to see you so happy at the affection. With both boys it usually ends up with kisses.

Myles: tends to send you stupid Tiktoks late at night, so you wake up and laugh when you watch them. Miles: sends you those cute romantic Tiktoks

A little scenario, because it's got me in a chokehold right now

Myles: The two of you are cuddling in his bed, his arms are protectively around your waist and his face is in your neck. You're quietly watching videos on your phone, the volume was turned off when you realized he was asleep. After a bit you tried to pull away only for him to pull you back and quietly whines out. "Wait... Don't pull away... Not yet..." Miles: The two of you were on his bed, your head was on his chest and one of his hands was gently rubbing your back as he aimlessly scrolled through Pinterest. You were half-awake and decided that you needed to wake up, you slowly pushed yourself up and yawned. You didn't get far as Miles' arm snaked around your waist and pulled you close. "Stay, I wanna cuddle"

The twin's biggest fear is something happening to you, his mom, their twin, or Uncle Aaron

Myles: Is a "boxer" and has matches that are monitored to make sure no one dies Miles: Goes to his brothers matches and brings apple juice and animal crackers, because he's definitely the more caring twin

When cuddling Myles loves to be the big spoon, so he knows you're safe and still breathing while Miles loves to be cuddled up to your chest, for similar reasons. So he knows you're still breathing.

The twin's shared room really is a split down the middle Myles' side is very clean and put together Miles' side is very messy and colorful and bright

The twins got Nintendo switches for Christmas and Miles is typically playing Animal Crossing and Myles is playing Stardew Valley

Myles makes you cookies and Miles asks Myles to make you cookies

When you're out in public Myles has his hand on your waist and Miles is holding your hand

Myles is your scary dog privileges and Miles is just kinda there, he's no intimidating but people respect him

Myles is a Doberman or a black cat Miles is a Golden Retriever or a white cat

Myles holds you tight to him as he sleeps and Miles holds you loosely, so you can move without waking him up.

Myles is always the first one up Miles is always the last one up

Myles drinks coffee and Miles just drinks water

For Valentines day Myles got you your favorite flowers and chocolates and Miles makes you a card and gets you chocolate

Myles is a seasoned gamer in more than just Stardew Valley so he teaches you how to play his favorite games Miles however- He is really bad at games but loves to play them with you and learn as he plays

The twin's favorite parts of your body is your eyes, tummy, and thighs. Myles loves your tummy because its comfortable to lay on and its the same with your thighs, but your eyes? He could get lost in them for hours, he loved them so much. Miles, he loves your tummy and thighs because he loves how you laugh when he tickles your sides and how comfortable your lap is to lay on. Your eyes though? Every time he looks into them, its like he falling in love with you all over again.

Miles loves your face too, it's just something about how soft and pretty it is when you blush or how your face lights up when you laugh.

Myles "fell" first, and by that I mean he didn't realize he was falling in love with you until he was so far in love with you it was to late to back out. He didn't fall in love with you, he walked into love with you. And didn't think about turning around once. Miles straight up fell in love with you, like full on tripped over his own to feet and hit the love bus and busted his lip.

For your first date Myles bought you flowers and chocolates and took you out to the movies. Miles, on the other hand, set up a blanket fort with fairy lights and had all your favorite snacks and drinks in it. They two of you watched your favorite movies together until you fell asleep.

When you cry, Myles holds you tight and rubs your back, kissing your head every now and then until you calmed down. Whispering soft things to you as he held you tight. Miles held you close and pulled you into bed. Cuddling you as he kissed your cheeks and made stupid jokes to make you laugh.

The first time you took Myles' shirt off to help him with a cut, he panicked: "Aye AYE! Conejito! Mami! Stop that!" Miles, panicked so badly he had passed out due to hyperventilating. By the time he had woke up, you had finished and were asleep in his desk chair. He smiled dumbly at you and whispered: "Thank you Cariño"

Myles kissed you first and was nervous Miles on the other hand, didn't start kissing you until you kissed him first

Myles' jealousy is EXTREMELY obvious- Miles' on the other hand, is more so on the back burner

You always, ALWAYS, addressed his mom as "Mrs. Morales" and his uncle as "Mr. Davis"

When you passed out (for whatever reason) Myles panicked, cried, and refused to leave you alone, Miles (who panicked as well) didn't cry and kissed your hand. Staying by you so he knew you were okay.

When you gave Myles the silent treatment he gave it right back, he didn't show it but he was overthinking about what he could've done wrong. Miles, tries to get you to talk and is a bit more vocal about talking through why you're mad at him.

Myles touched alcohol ONCE, came home late and was blackout wasted. He was extremely clingy and affectionate. Miles has never touched alcohol

[monkeymindscream]

Character breakdown: my main girl Krang Two.

How I feel about this character:

If she came and killed me I'd use my dying breath to thank her.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Just two at present, one's a crossover dreamed up while talking to Wig, the other has been slowly gas station-hotdog-rotating in my mind for the last week or so.

First, Ch'rell from the '03 series:

Because listen to me: Two would beat the SHIT outta this guy. Mr. Big-Bad-"I AM THE ONE TRUE SHREDDER" over here talks a huge game (not without merit, mind you! He's very formidable, especially within his own canon. Even more so when you consider that, according to the wiki, he's supposedly only nine inches tall). But nothing I saw in the '03 series would suggest to me that he'd be able to do absolutely anything against a being that could survive getting a hole burned clean through her face. And then impaled with metal support beams. And then getting a wrecking ball dropped on her. Even in his full Shredder get-up, Two could and would take him apart piece by piece if she so chose.

Now: Imagine that she didn't choose to. Imagine she found his attempts to be threatening/attempt to fight her cute. Imagine she decides she's keeping this one. I implore you, imagine this chihuahua of a space-squid realizing he is, in fact, no match for Two, not even in her ballpark, realizing she could wreck his shit if she wanted, and then realizing he kind of likes that.

Can you imagine the emotional fallout on Ch'rell's part. He'd rapidfire through the five stages of grief in five seconds and then blue-screen before he could process "acceptance." The ERROR.exe messages his brain would have to sift through to get up and running again would be insurmountable. It'd be so fun. I'm obsessed.

And then the second that I've basically been microwaving in my head: Ms. April O'Neil.

Obviously, insert a series of events that lets them move past the "hey, we tried to kill each other!" aspect, but just try to tell me it wouldn't be a blast to watch their personalities play off each other. Or - and I'm admittedly getting a little sappy here - how satisfying it would be to see Two's murderous tendencies turn protective? Someone's messing with April (already a bad idea, considering the family she's canonically been adopted into/her own record of kickassery), but then they're quickly made to regret their choices. Even if I doubt they'd be allowed to regret them for long.

(Also, frankly, I can't pass up a good Enemies to Lovers ship. They're basically each others' nemeses throughout the film, or at leas April becomes Two's. April's the one who burns out Two's eye, and the one who basically defeated her. That's the good shit.)

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Her brothers!! They are a SET how dare canon separate them!!

My unpopular opinion about this character:

For as much as Splintz was like "you have no character development!" I'd like to point something out: Her character archetype is the crazy, violent "all I want to do is kill!" villain, right? Think back to every other instance you've seen this type of character. If they're working for another character, who for some reason or another doesn't want them to behave violently (or at least not as violently as they'd like to be), what's their relationship usually look like? Typically pretty vitriolic, right? The Crazy-Violent character usually resents the character holding them back?

Two wanted to rip out Raph's tongue for the insult of speaking to her. She stops and backs down the second Uno enter the room, and instead immediately moves to do a little bow to him. Which, okay, the Krang are the bad guys after all, and Uno's clearly the strongest of the lot. Maybe she just fears him more than she wants to kill, and doesn't press her luck?

Except we have literally zero evidence towards that. Not only does Uno never so much as raise his voice at her (at either of his siblings, actually), but whenever she speaks to him, she's actually incredibly polite. (Again, to both her brothers - "if you two don't mind" as she excuses herself to viciously eviscerate things.)

Anyway, put it all together and I just don't feel that "psycho-killer" really encompasses all Two is. She's got layers! (Even if it's only one layer, and that layer is literally just "she likes/respects these other two guys.")

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I really just would've like more time with her, y'know? Like I know the movie could only be so long, and it was definitely more important to spend the time they had on our protagonists, but I really really would've liked to just watch her do more of her thing. Interact with her brothers a bit more, y'know?

[matenrou-fan]

question,

how big do you think all the guys are.........ssss

not jiro and saburo obvi

This little question was in my ask box for a few days, as I was thinking.. wondering.. calculating..

Ichiro: Average length, not that surprising for his age. It's just a little curved at one side as this boy definitely watches something more interesting than just moe anime during the nights, all alone in his room.

Samatoki: More thick around the base and with pretty big balls and glans idk why just feel like it—??

Jyuto: Another average size man, but due to how he can use his dick it feels better than any big and thick ones can ever feel.

Rio: HE'S BIG AND I WILL NOT LISTEN TO ANY COMPLAINS. After all, he's a former soldier, pretty tall, pretty buff.. Like yeah you can't pump up your penis with tough workouts but still, there's a pretty good length in his pants.

Ramuda: Due to his height and the fact that he's literally, like, just a clone, I always thought that he had a pretty small dick. But there's no way he's that popular around his onesans just because he's a fashion designer, soo.. More long but not thick, very clean and neat and probably hairless.

Gentaro: Bigger than average size. He has this vibe of a man with a good big dick who's absolutely calm about this. The less a man talks about what is in his pants, the bigger your surprise would be when you ended up in his bed, actually.

Dice: Average size. But with pretty big balls, as this man literally lives in the streets so there's not that much opportunity when he can get some privacy with his desires. + but I feel like he really loves to jerk off so it's curved to one side.

Jakurai: Big but can't see his dick as something fat, more like a pretty long and just a little bit more thick around the base. His whole body is so graceful and down here too, probably shaving it. Never really masturbate that much so his dick is also straight. His skin is so pale you probably can see a few veins here.

Hifumi: Just a little bigger than average size, hairless and always so clean! This sunshine loves to take care of his face and body and of this part too. Also pretty sensitive cause uhh I said so.

Doppo: Absolutely average and he's kinda ashamed about that. Love to jerk off but never had time so it's not that curved. Really sensitive and I feel like he can cum after a few minutes if you would be really assertive with your actions.

Kuko: Not that long, average size. But really thick and also curved to one side, this monk is too naughty.

Jyushi: The opposite, really long but slim, pretty straight and also hairless as he shaves his whole body regularly. + feel like he's still kinda ashamed to call it 'dick' lol.

Hitoya: Kinda big and thick, with a few deep veins. Also feel like he can be this rock hard for hours, wrecking you for the whole night.

Sasara: Surprisingly bigger than average size and with big glans. Again, the calmer the man is about this topic, the bigger his dick is.

Rosho: Poor sensitive boy with average size. Probably was really nervous about this in his young, harsh ages, but right now more calm, just a little bit shy.

Rei: ANOTHER BIG MAN HERE. Thick, big, fat, long, etc etc. His dick is not for virgins, not only due to size but also due to how he uses this whole thing down here. Feel like it's also pretty hairy idk..??

[unhingedselfships]

Random thoughts I've had about Kimi on her bull and @majimemegoro 's Kadokura having to deal with that.

She's a top tier cleaner, well, when she's paid for it or being stubborn, her own spaces are a wreck, but just. Super uh. Unconventional about it. Does she own slippers that double as mops? Yes. Do the floors positively gleam when she leaves a room? Somehow also yes.

("I hate cleaning but I hate being told I can't even more. Mama absolutely used this against me.")

She cooks and its totally delicious. When asked for the recipe, the only response is "I have no idea I just keep adding things until it tastes right." Oddly she can replicate it, yet all attempts at writing it down or following along as she cooks fail.

("Iunno what y'all are doin' wrong. You just add things. It's not hard.")

She can recite the scientific names of most plants and the details of their care. She also kills every last one of them she touches. She's banned from the lawn. She also knows an alarming amount about naturally occurring poisons and how best to utilize avoid them.

("I wasn't allowed to touch the plants until after they were in the house. Rude.")

Speaking of alarming knowledge, she also knows a frightening amount about improvised explosives. And chemical weaponry. And a great many other dangerous things the 'average' girl wouldn't typically know about. She is extremely casual/nonchalant about this, as though it is in fact, perfectly normal.

("I dunno what to tell you, my parents are preppers. Guess I grew up weird.")

Surprisingly good at getting blood out of things. When asked she just shrugs and says that she grew up on a farm, and while she sucked at hunting, given she has no patience and too soft a heart for 'cute' things, she knows how to break down a body, and clean up when it's done.

("Dad had no stomach for butchery, so me and mama handled it".)

Inexplicably well liked when she runs into other people. She has no filter, and isn't exactly... Friendly. Will outright state she hates people. Yet really really good at small talk and getting people to trust her. However she's pretty straight forward and guiless so the most this gets used for is conning people out of the last of a snack. She gets her snack and for some reason also their entire life story. She rolls with it.

("No forreal tho, people will just, spill all their secrets while standing in line at the conbini. I don't even do anything but like. Smile?")

This. Turned into a random list of odd RGG!Kimi headcanons. I just. I'm very entertained by the idea of him and how he'd deal with... This disaster of a person XD

Especially just. He's trying to find a motive, pin down the reason she just won't leave. And she's just like "iunno". She genuinely doesn't know either, she's just attached now. And she doesn't know the why to that either, it just is, and that's good enough for her. She's never questioned her heart. And despite being significantly (I'm pretty sure?) younger, has such 'mom/big sis' energy for him. Which. Given she can barely take care of herself... Lmfao

("You're fired." "You don't pay me anymore. I'm a volunteer. You can't fire a volunteer." "Yes. Yes you can." "Mmm I disagree." - how I imagine this exchange)

RGG!Kimi, especially in iterations like this one, is so fun. She has a loose basis in actual upbringing, but twisted and exaggerated. I like toying with it.

She defies logic in ways that are so humanly confusing. People are weird. She's weird.

[casspurrjoybell-27]

In a Heartbeat - Chapter 2 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Simon

Mornings like this was exhausting and the feeling of hot water helped my body relax and de-stress from the troubling afterthoughts and make me feel less cold.

I watched as the steam fogged up the mirror and glass and the bath water turned faint reddish-brown.

There was something comforting and soothing of standing in the shower and letting it just wash away all the dirt, sweat and in this caked blood, down the drain.

I grabbed the soap bar and began scrubbing the dried blood, being delicate with the newer scar tissue and scabs.

I watched as it all swirl down the drain, wishing it could take away everything else associated with these memories. 

After a while of cleaning the bathtub and clearing my head, I dried off, reaching for the clothes Aspen left out.

The shirt and pants were much easier to put on than taking off the wet shirt from before.  

Before the steam cleared and I could see how much of a wreck I probably looked in the bathroom mirror, I stepped out into the hallway, dreading to see Aspen and Cedar there.

Aspen was obviously mad at me and Cedar, well not mad at me, probably was mortified at what he saw this morning.

I slowly made my way to the living room, gluing my eyes to the ground as I walked into their view.

Slowly I raised my gaze.

Aspen had his arms crossed, a hand covering Cedar's, shooting daggers at me as he tapped his foot.

Before I could think of fleeing, I looked to Cedar, who sat there with his knees to his chest, his lip looked as if he had been chewing it in nervousness.

I gave him a small smile and he hid his face behind his knees.

This was a new look.

Cedar never shied away from me, in fact, he'd usually come running right into my arms and squeeze my torso extra tight and call me 'Sye' no matter how annoyingly clingy he got, he never was this quiet and timid.

It was unlike him and a part of me felt like I had just ruined this kids life.

I frowned then looked toward Aspen, who was still glaring at me.

"Aspen, can we talk?"

He hesitated before giving Cedar's hand a squeeze and moving toward the kitchen. 

"Look, I'm sorry. I can't control these nightmares, you know that and I know that it's hard on the both of you, having to deal with this. I know that you're disappointed and that it's such an inconvenience, so I was thinking that maybe..."

"Go on," he interjected, narrowing his eyes.

"Maybe I should just leave. This... "

I jutted my arms out.

"This isn't for Cedar to see and deal with. You shouldn't have to clean my mess up either."

He stepped away from the kitchen counter and right up into my face. His blue-gray eyes bored into mine.

"No, what you need is help, Simon. Professional help."

"With what money?" I countered.

As much as I hated how this argument was going, I wanted to keep going.

I wanted to get angry at him.

Even though it wasn't anything particular, Aspen was getting on my case again, like I hadn't already had this conversation with him before.

He scowled.

"Like you can afford a place if you were to leave. We barely make enough for this dingy motel."

"I could just do what I did before, the pay is good and I won't be in your way..."

"And that's safer than getting an actual job?" he chuckled.

"You're ridiculous if you think I'll let you do that again."

"I won't bring them over, I'd just go over to their place or whatever, you won't have to see me as often either."

Aspen gripped my wrists not so gently.

"Cause that's safer. That's not going to change anything and it's not going to help you."

"Like I don't know that. Vince does the same shit with others. What difference does it make if I do the same? You were the very one that said we needed the money."

He scoffed, pushing my wrists away from him.

"Wow, I didn't know I was raising another fucking child."

That struck a chord and I shoved him back.

It angered me more than it probably should have but I was so tired of dealing with that disappointed look of his.

I stepped out of that kitchen and proceeded to the front door.

In my peripheral vision, I could see Cedar look up in confusion, fear still in his eyes, as I turned the knob and stepped out.

For a brief second I thought I had heard him say something to me but it was drowned out with the sound of me slamming the door shut and stomping away.

[beaversatemygrandma]

Many things here. There may be a life change. Idk when, but holy hell is it coming. It may be good.

Alright, so. The guy I've been talking to for a good while now. Basically a long distance relationship. Basically suddenly realizing I could have feelings for the guy who had a crush on me in high school. And the only one who was respectful about it and nowhere near annoying enough that I just try to get away from him immediately. He's soft. He's sweet. He did it the right way by connecting with me as a friend and getting into the things I was into. He did it RIGHT. Didn't just go in with intention of flirting and getting somewhere and failing because I literally had a boyfriend and Would Say That. But yeah. Him. The one who did it right back then but I was basically too shallow to really get into the idea that my type is a soft and sweet nerdy type. (Didn't want to be "The Nerd" back then, but honestly, tf was wrong with me?)

Anyways. Feels serious. Especially when there's straight up talk of moving in together. Like my mom is an agent of chaos and wants to quit her job without notice and go up to another state for a good couple weeks (I haven't got a call? Is she even going home??) and she was all "I'm selling the house NOW. Can't stand this place. We're getting a small house in TN and you're coming with me." And I'm just here like "???? I wanted to go HOME??? That's not HOME???" Well, I'm hoping she doesn't outright buy some random house within the next six months. Or at least has a good while of just being back home for a bit so I can get my bearing straight in town. BECAUSE this guy managed to get a one bedroom apartment. Sure sure, it's literally connected to his mom's house which is a huge repurposed warehouse in the middle of nowhere outside of town. BUT AN APARTMENT. FOR CHEAP. LIKE HUNDRED BUCKS A MONTH CHEAP. He keeps telling me how he wants me to have a landing pad if my mom decides to just leave my sister alone in the state at college. And me one so i can finally be back in a place I know with people I Know. AND THEN if my sister ends up needing a couch to crash on for a bit, she's got one. Hell, it's got the space to set up an air mattress in the living room. He showed me a walkthrough over a video call earlier. Like he's genuine about wanting me there.

So, what I'm hoping is that I can still have a proper landing pad with my mom. THEN making sure I can handle being with him for 24 hours straight in person. THEN meeting his family, seeing if his mom would allow that. (she seems open to having me over often. That's already been brought up. Hell, this is the woman who he told her about me and she flat out told him to marry me. I mean fuck. That's supportive.) And then, yeah, breaking it to my mom that i don't want to uproot myself and live in a new town out in the middle of nowhere. But instead out in the middle of nowhere about 10 miles from my hometown. I'm GREAT with that. I love those backroads out there and it's nowhere near the hellish areas of that town that are just Packed with tourist. Nah, these are the weird uncharted woods off the highway. I'm IN. There's a BALCONY. And a firepit out in the yard. It's down a dirt road in the woods. Very Green. Very close to nature. Other than the fact that he's got to clean out the entirety of the mess his sister left behind before she finished her "stepdad hunting" for her kid, it's right there and ready. It's a lot of sifting through literal garbage and ditched items. And deep cleaning. The place is wrecked. She did not leave that in a way that's livable.

Either way, it sounds great. I do think that I can deal with his shit for a long period of time. He's got that flirting type that's being purposely annoying. I do the same fucking thing. Literally not even a con here. The only thing i find annoying is when he'll overthink something and anxiously backtrack on it. So I have to tell him that he literally didn't make a mistake there and he's fine. Especially when he can't read my sarcastic annoyance over a phone call. Would probably be different in person tbh. Idk, I think I could genuinely date him. and live with him. He's a little childish at times but it's kind of charming. And I also can't say shit there with living in a pile of plushies at the tender age of 24. Can't say shit about him collecting lego sets lol I think I could do all that and not hate him after a year like my last roommate. He's very organized and kinda meticulous. Like, he'd be clean and easy to deal with in that sense. Ntm, if I'm this into him just talking to him this much. Shit, I'm already in deep, might as well.

And THEN. Because of his mom sending him referrals for a certain site, we know have income doing online work. Yeah, it took for fucking ever to get through these assessments and then hasn't paid the promised $50 for passing it yet after a week. And then having an issue where they saw my score and put me in a project that REQUIRED a DEGREE that I DON'T have. Like, thanks for telling me that I'm smart enough to be a college graduate I guess. But after that whole issue, i was booted from the project within 24 hours and today I got an email telling me my new one. So I fucked around for about 2 and a half hours. The training was literally like 15 minutes of reading. It's cut and dry and simple. And I was already doing the little tasks. Within that time I earned over $20. Just that already paid more than my job at Panera. Came to about 10 and some change an hour and that was just because I was getting used to the tasks themselves. So I could probably do more an hour than I was. Those things take maybe 10-15 minutes each and payout around $3 each. Paired with my quick typing, I might be able to make a living wage on this. At least enough money to essentially let me live on my own money until I'm there. And likely keep me up while I'm there. I might actually be fine. I might just have a plan going. I think I'll be okay. And it's actually thanks to this guy. All of it really.

[starshiprangerash]

I'm just gonna talk about some personal stuff, essentially dumping everything in this post. I don't expect anyone to read it, hence the read more cut. I just want to type it all out, I think it'll help a lot. So feel free to ignore this.

Let me just recap this year a little, well over a year.

So, about October of last year my dad got an infection. Now I don't what kind, or how, or anything. He wasn't keen on telling us stuff. But he couldn't had this, cause I was the one who had to stay with him to make sure he took his medicine.

And things seemed to pretty fine, and then July happened. And oh boy did the universe decide to have some fun timing.

So, June 30th, Techno's dad posts the video announcing that sadly Techno had lost his battle to cancer.

July 1st, I wake up go downstairs, ans my mom tells me my aunt has cancer. (here's a fun fact I only have 2 aunts, and the other one died from cancer a few years ago)

And then the end of the month comes along, where me and my sister go on vacation with my dad's girlfriend's family. During which my dad has to go back home for a doctor's appointment. While he's gone, me and my sister find out, he wasn't fine. He had been in and out of the hospital for months. That realization hurt. We all thought he was doing fine. So when he comes back, I tell him he can't hide that, we want to know, and there's an agreement reached.

August 10th, I have the most interesting first 20 minutes of consciousness. Cause hey that's when Oli posted his first Empire's video. And it's also when my dad got admitted in the hospital. And it's also when my mom came into my room to tell me my grandpa had cancer.

And thus began the month where someone was in the hospital all the time. And I'm not exgerrating, I kept track. The longest no one was in the hospital was 18 hours. Either my dad, grandpa, or grandma was in the hospital. Sometimes all at once. Yippee.

And then September. The first to be exact. My mom comes into my room to wake me up. They had to intubate my dad. My sister was coming soon, and we were going to go over to say our goodbyes. Luckily he pulled through. The 10th, Grandpa is rushed to the hospital. He never leaves. He died on the 15th. I didn't much care, he was a miserable man who made everyone around him miserable. But it still happened. Didn't hit till two days ago when the Christmas Eve party text went out. He always played piano.

And things liked good after that. My aunt was getting chemo, grandma was doing fine for her age, and my dad was getting stronger. He's eating, he's trying to talk. We visited on Thanksgiving.

December 3rd. My dog's barking wakes me up. I text my mom asking if she wants me to send him down or if I should wait, cause I know she might be cleaning the floors. She just says my sister is coming. My sister arrives, and they both come into my room. The first thought that passes through my head was "The last time they had to sit down like this was when my cat died while I was at work" almost jokingly say that. Only reason I don't is cause I get a message that distracts me long enough for my sister to rip the band-aid off.

And I understood what people meant when they say "time stood still" or "they felt the world flip upside down" Cause that's what happened. Two words. Two words I haven't been able to repeat.

Look my dad wasn't the world's best dad, but goddammit he was mine. And it's been in waves. Like that first day I was a wreck, and yes I went to work. It helped. It was a distraction. Every person who found out (either from putting two and two together or from a text I had my sister send cause I couldn't) asked me why I was there? Cause i needed to be, not in a work way, but in a distraction way.

Also I should mention, my mom's birthday is December 5th, ain't that some funny timing as well.

I guess this is the part where I ramble. Cause I haven't been able to fully process this. Or maybe I yell cause it's not fucking fair. Cause it isn't. My grandpa who was a shitty person got so much time with his kids. Ans he fucking wasted it, leaving a mess in his wake. My dad got so little with his. My grandpa saw one of his grandkids get married. My dad didn't even see his kids get married. He deserved more. Maybe I deserved to have a dad longer. I don't know.

I do know my life is different. I do know I'll have to process this with more than just jokes. I also know I'm tired of "are you alright?" I know I'm tired of "I'm sorrys".

If you did read this, just know I know. You're thinking you wish well wishes, thoughts prayers, virtual hugs, or whatever. I know. And while I do appreciate it, I don't need to read it. Just know I know and appreciate it. Or maybe do tell. I don't know. This whole grief and healing thing is confusing. I don't like it. But I can't avoid it. Is that why people still say all those things? Cause it helps the process. You can't deny or ignore it. Maybe. I don't know.

But I do know I need to end this with those two words. The words said to me on December 2nd. The two words I haven't said. The two words that changed my life. The two words I refuse to type. (though it'll be three in this case)

My dad died.

[dunkelzahn]

People keep talking about goodberry and healing word.

Those are good, moral options. And that's why they're a problem.

(As an aside note, goodberry isn't a great choice, it only heals one hit point. You're not going to go into a hospital and save lives. Consider also the issues of some stranger coming up to you while you've been stabbed or in a wreck and going "If you eat this magic berry, you'll be fine!" Let alone if you're a nurse or a doctor in charge of someone like that!)

(Healing Word is legit good for that, though. Neither of them cures disease, but trauma victims will be good.)

So you pick Goodberry. Two casts a day, that's twenty people healed and fed, right? Or Healing Word, two casts a day, two lives saved. Great. Fantastic.

Now you wander into a packed emergency room or go to volunteer at a Doctors Sans Frontiers outpost or something in a war zone. Who do you help?

Who deserves your help more than the others?

With healing word you're charged with the potential to save two lives a day. There's three people who were caught in a house fire. And someone over there who got mauled by a piece of machinery.

How do you handle the pressure, the stress, of not being able to help enough? There's only so much to go around. What happens if your Healing Word does the minimum for one person, but brings the other back to perfect health?

You've set yourself up to be a hero by deciding to take lives into your hands, but that also means that you're accepting the burden of all the lives you can't save.

I'm not going to give myself cause to look at that third (or twenty-first) person and try to handle the fact that I chose not to help them.

Anyhow. There's some good options here. Not knowing what level we'd be casting them at stings a bit, but ultimately Comprehend Languages would let you set yourself up in a nice little gig as a translator. Set yourself a Patreon or find some official thing, drop 120 pages of translated text a day (or two hours of spoken word).

This isn't even a thing for translating modern media. Like, yes, churning out 120 pages of whatever popular thing is coming out of South Korea or Japan or China will win you a huge audience with potentially a big ol' payday, but consider also going up to ancient writings (Babylonian, Sabaic, Anglo-Saxon, etc.) and dropping translations of those for scholars to work with.

Of this list, and this edition, that'd be my choice. It'd set me up for money, and, if I wanted to help people in the way of goodberry or healing word, I could shunt chunks of that money over to various charities and hospitals and clinics so that they could put it where it's needed. Selfish? Maybe. But I'll take selfishness and being able to look at myself in the mirror without wondering if I made the right choice today.

(Off of this list, I'd probably take a hard look at the 2nd Edition Cantrip spell. I'm not a fan of it in 2E for various reasons I could write an essay on [but it boils down to it being a waste of a spell slot in most cases and having a 1st level spell like that destroys the feeling that cantrips are things wizards learn when they're apprentices.] and I prefer an alternate treatment of cantrips, but... That's a digression.

In 2E, Cantrip acted a lot like 5E's prestidigitation, except the effect lasted for a full hour per level of the caster. So, for that time period, you could manage any effect you pleased. Heating/cooling food, flavoring, cleaning, creating lights and sounds, etc.)

I’ve seen this question posed for cantrips, so let’s push a little further…

- Assume you have two spell slots that recharge after six hours of sleep, and that the target will fail on any necessary saving throws 75% of the time.

- All possible healing spells will assume that the average human has a total HP of five.

- Your spellcasting modifier is a +1 in cases where that would be necessary.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Since security breach is able to be written for may I kindly request

Headcanons for a reader tryna help comfort Roxanne, Monty, Glamrock Chica, and Sundrop cuz like... They need emotional support and I wanna give them that lmao

- Salt Anon

Oh for sure. This got long so beware of spoilers!

............

Roxanne

The wolf was usually so confident in herself. Never letting anything get her down.

But during a boy's birthday party (which you supervised), she was heartbroken when he demanded Foxy the Pirate, not some "weird girly dog".

You tried fixing the situation, but this spoiled brat said he'll only like Roxanne after she "loses an eye and an arm" first. Even the parents made some rude remarks about her and asked about the "original gang".

In anger you kicked them all out of the mall before going to look for Roxanne. She was back in her room, crying with oily mascara running down her face.

You reassure her that family is permanently banned, but she admits that it wasn't their insults that hurt her. But the reminder that she's a replacement of Foxy--a haunting fact she's known ever since her activation.

You had no clue she knew that all this time. But now it makes sense. She's been torturing herself trying to be that popular lovable old fox and live up to all these expectations she put on herself...and it's just not working in her favor.

Even if nobody outright says it, she's certain they all want Foxy, and to know she'll never be like him crushed her spirits.

She just sobs into her hands after finally spilling everything to you. "I-I can't be him, Officer [Y/n]. I want to be him, but...I can't!!"

"You don't have to be him, Roxanne. Nobody's forcing you to."

"Wh..What? But..th-that brat wanted-"

"Sooner or later he'll learn that he can't get everything he wants. You can't make every single child, or adult, happy."

"W-Well..obviously but.." She sits in her chair and stares at the mirror, watching you brush out her hair. "How do I stop feeling this way?"

"Just be yourself. Focus on those who love you. The kids who chant your name. The teens who buy your merch. They're the real fans. They don't want some rusty scary pirate, but a beautiful wolf who rocks the keytar."

Freddy did warn you about feeding into her ego, but this is what she needed to hear. And she stuck to your advice ever since.

Monty

The gator didn't know why he was so full of....anger all the time. Hell, a tiny scratch mark on his favorite glasses seemed to be a good reason to punch a nearby Mapbot.

So he didn't quite understand the need for those "No Monty" signs on the metal gates. Though he suddenly felt like defying every last one, especially in his pursuit of Gregory.

How dare they treat him, a rockstar, like he was an animal?!

But the one time he accidentally scratched you while you tried explaining why they were up...that was his wakeup call.

He carries you all the way to first aid and sets you down, looking over the injury.

Now that he's angry with himself for getting so angry and hurting you..you gotta stop him from repeating that same mistake.

Something was definitely off about his systems, especially with recent concerns of his aggressiveness towards guests and STAFF alike.

"Monty, what helps calm you down in your free time?" You ask while patching yourself up.

"What calms me down....?!!!!! Erm, probably..tuning my guitar?" He answers as he scratches his scales. "And reading about golf."

"Then how about we go do that in your room?"

"..it's a total wreck, though."

"I've already sent STAFF cleaning bots to take care of it."

"Ah jeez. You're pretty cool, Officer [Y/n]..thank you."

Your patience and understanding despite all that happened helps him calm down even in that moment.

Glamrock Chica

All of the trash she was eating made her feel absolutely sick.

But she couldn't stop herself, even though none of it satiated her.

It distracted her from socializing with her bandmates, and even you, one of her biggest fans (although you're human STAFF you enjoy her shows a lot).

She didn't want you to see her like this. But you inevitably did and all she could feel was shame and anger as she hurled the trash can towards a poor Wet Floor Bot before fleeing.

You made a Security Bot call her back to you by force and she braces for another scolding, like Vanessa always did, calling her actions "disgusting" and "unsanitary".

Instead you just take her to the virtual pizza-making system and have a Pizzabot craft a proper meal for you both to share.

She ends up devouring it all, but you don't mind. After that she feels guilty for lashing out, and you suggest having a look at her systems to figure out why she had this strange hunger.

"If I had to guess, it could be stress."

"Wait..I've been eating nonstop because I'm stressed?" This new info seemed to be eye-opening for her. "Is that actually a thing??"

"Yeah, but we humans typically don't go around eating garbage when we're stressed. It's not good for us nor you."

"But it doesn't make me sick."

"Maybe not physically, but I know up here it does." You tapped the side of your head, and at that point Chica finally admits she has a problem. But she's willing to work it out with you.

Sun

All you wanted to do was test the functionality of the generators in the event of a blackout.

But Sun wouldn't let you near that light switch, having a full blown panic attack (on top of him tripping over the stacked cans and needing to immediately clean them up).

He's acting like the same toddlers he's taken care of, screaming and flailing about while he tries tossing a handful of googly eyes at you as a diversion.

Thank god all the kids went home. Or else they'd either be joining in the chaos or absolutely terrified (again).

"KEEP THE LIGHTS ON!!! ON!!! ON!!!! I BEG YOU!!" His voice sounds shaky, as if he's crying, and you couldn't understand why he was suddenly acting this way.

"Sunny..it's only for a few minutes. Are you scared of turning into Moon?"

His head shakes frantically as he rambles on and on. "He's no good [y/n]!! I dread the night cycle now! Every time I become him..I feel like I....I...." He abruptly sits on the colorful mat, and you join him, hoping to calm him down.

When you encourage him to continue talking, he finishes by saying that, as Moon, he feels like hurting the children who aren't resting. As if they deserve some cruel punishment for it.

He doesn't want to be around you when the lights are off, fearing he'll hurt you, too.

Since Mega Pizzaplex was closed, you were able to take Sun out of there and to your lit office, where he stayed while you tested the generators.

Upon returning you found him curled up in your chair, hugging a plushie of himself and smiling, finally calm again.

Maybe you can troubleshoot Moon's AI somehow, though it'll take a bit of convincing on Sun's part since he's wary of being repaired.

[marie-hoe]

!poly !mafia stucky. This is the rear occasion the boys have to leave you home alone with the kids. A few hours after they go, one of the kids gets very sick, and you can't reach the boys because they are “working.” You wind up taking them to the ER, and you're a nervous wreck because you’re by yourself. The boys come home and find an empty house and start to panic. They finally reach you and make their way to the hospital. The boys feel horrible about not being there for their child when he needed them the most.

Time of Need

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AN: slight changes bc reader would be so angry that they'd dropped the ball and won't answer when she needed them, so she would instruct John her security guard to blow their fucking phones up until they answered...

Also, this is my valentine's post since I forgot about Valentine's day... and we're going to 1 fic a week only, no more weekly drabbles. I'm drowning over here.

"I don't care if their phones spontaneously combust because it's ringing too much, John. Call. The. Fucking. Boys," you barked to the burley blond guard standing beside you, head turned towards his feet to avoid your laser-like glare.

He muttered a quick, "yes, ma'am," as you stalked away, house shoes almost sliding against the hospital floor on your way back to Asher.

He laid in the hospital bed, his arm being prepared in a cast by the doctor beside him. You smiled softly to the boy as he winced in pain, reaching a hand out to yours for comfort. You knelt beside the bed, watching the doctor over his body as Asher questioned once more, "are dads coming, mom?"

You brought his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to them as you hummed a response, "they sure are, Ash."

What was happening on the other end however:

"Christ, if John calls my phone one more fucking time he's gonna end up with a cement block tied to his fucking neck as he walks in the fucking lagoon," Bucky barked as he wiped blood away from the black and gold hand.

Steve chuckled as he listened to the man, watching as Wilson rolled one of Strange's men in a rug. "Maybe you should answer it, Buck?" Steve offered, shrugging off his now stained shirt before slipping on a clean on.

Bucky laughed, cackled at the idea, shaking his head towards the blond. "He knows we were having this meeting, Steve."

Steve raised his shoulders in response, watching as Bucky's brain worked to figure out why his man would disobey his direct orders. Simultaneously the men worked it out, both looking to one another startled as Bucky explained, "unless there was trouble, Steve!"

"I'm already calling-- John? What the fuck--."

They both came running in the hospital, everyone moving out of their way faster than the speed of sound. In any other instance, everyone moved for the men; however upon seeing their car pull to an abrupt stop outside of the building, both men running at full speed through the emergency room, and have already been listening to John try desperately to call them, they all knew they should disperse.

They ran over to the bed, each coddling Asher immediately, and breathlessly sending their apologies as the kid smiled softly.

Finally, they begrudgingly turned to face your stare. You stood watching the men, arms crossed over your body before motioning them to follow you to the hall.

"Doll, I can't ev--."

"No, you can't," you cut him off, causing their eyes to widen, mouths shut, as they were left to merely suffer silently in their guilt. "He was fine one minute, playing with his brother and then came tumbling down the fucking stairs. I don't even know how--," you began to explain, tears welling in your eyes as your own guilt began to swell in your chest once more.

You'd been able to push the blame on the boys being late up till now... but now, you were facing the fact that you might not have been watching the kids close enough.

Yeah, you were in the kitchen preparing dinner. Yeah, they should be more than capable of playing in their rooms without your supervision, but would it have happened if you had been paying closer attention? They would be thoughts that kept you up at night for weeks.

Bucky and Steve softened at your tears, both men moving to circle you in their arms as you cried quietly, not wanting Asher to overhear. A few shaky deep breathes were taken before you could continue the explanation, "Kaden said he was walking in the hall, coming out of the bathroom, and just passed out by the stairs and it sent him tumbling. They're doing tests in a few."

Soft mumbles were whispered around you as you cried into Steve's shoulder, and you felt the tickle of soft tears trailing their way down your head from the men. They stayed silent as they held you in their arms, guilt riddling every fiber of their beings.

"We should have been there. It's Saturday; we should have never left to deal with Strange today," Steve grumbled.

You could feel Bucky's head nodding against your head as his forehead was lowered to lean against your head. "Should have done it yesterday."

You took a deep breath, ridding yourself of the negative thoughts swarming the three of you before pulling them away from you and declaring, "boys, stop. It's okay. It doesn't matter if we were all watching him, if Kaden said he just passed out. Besides, he only broke an arm after all of the tumbling. It's going to be okay."

The men nodded slowly, reluctantly relinquishing the guilt as you giggled to yourself. "He already said the cast will get the ladies," you added, turning to glance at the sleeping boy over your shoulder.

"He's so much like Bucky," Steve groaned, looking over to Bucky who was just nodding and laughing, "we're gonna have our hands full with that one."