#apologies i may have gotten excited lol

[heirtotheempire]

I mostly agree, the two regimes have very different reasons as to why they are the way they are. But IMO it doesn't make the Ascendancy any good. Not as bad as the Empire still means pretty bad.

It's a choice of the lesser evil (lol). The Ascendancy has to choose between being completely cut off, or to be entirely open and vulnerable. But that is also a very black and white way of viewing the Chaos and the other aliens present. By assuming that everyone is out to get them and that enough encounters will be violent to justify isolation, they are viewing most species as a static being. No evolution, no change of behavior, no new systems.

At one point, it might have made sense to choose isolation. But that was hundreds, thousands of years ago. The way the Chiss see other species is incredibly outdated. It's like not wanting to go to Mexico because you're afraid of the Aztecs. It's a viewpoint that is born out of ignorance, and one that causes even more ignorance when left to sit.

The xenophobia has always been around in the Ascendancy, but perhaps just not at the intensity we see in the Ascendancy trilogy. Wanting to stay safe is one thing, but using that fear as a justification to never interact with other species doesn't feel right or morally righteous y'know. But the morality of it is an opinion of mine, not a fact lol.

Meanwhile the Empire is xenophobic bc Palpatine knew he could use the fear and hate as a weapon. Offensive xenophobia versus defensive xenophobia I guess. Both bad but in different directions.

As I read through the Ascendency trilogy, it is becoming more and more clear that the Chiss Ascendency is as hateful as the Empire. And it's odd how few people call that out. I think it is because Zahn does a fantastic job at hiding it through Chiss POV, but even then, the Chiss are still incredibly xenophobic and controlling. Yes, this includes Thrawn, he isn't the saint that so many people like to paint him as and frankly could be argued as worse.

I keep thinking about Ar'alani admitting she never saw non-Chiss as people. She is brilliant and kind, but only to other Chiss. We view her in a purely positive light because the POVs in these books are primarily Chiss, who agree with her. Of course her mindset is normal amongst Chiss, of course it isn't questioned, of course Ar'alani herself never questions it despite her experience off-world. It takes a direct and pretty personal interaction for her to think twice, and even then it is difficult for her to accept the humanity of a non-Chiss. They are lesser in her eyes. They are lesser in the eyes of most, if not all, of the Chiss.

It is fascinating, it really is. It's an interesting look into a xenophobic society without the initial hate from the reader. Because xenophobia is born out of misunderstanding and perpetuated systems of ignorance. If a similar situation was told but through the eyes of Imperial officers, fewer people would be willing to see the nuances. Because Empire=Bad and anyone associating with it is also Bad, right?

But, propaganda and cycles of ignorance are also to blame. Not every Imperial Officer was born hating aliens. Hell, even TARKIN started out incredibly sympathetic to alien species according to the canon novel by James Luceno. But his family taught him otherwise, just as the Chiss Ascendency teaches its own children see other species as lesser.

This mentality from the Ascendency is also seen in Thrawn: Treason with how Eli Vanto is treated simply for being human. The majority of officers hate his existence, insist he must prove himself (despite being at a lower rank than he was at when with the Empire), and are distrustful of him. Very similar to how Ronan treats Thrawn in the same novel.

This isn't, like, a call to love Chiss characters any less, but it's a bit odd to imply that Thrawn, or any other Chiss, would be against the Empire for the same reasons the Rebellion is. The Ascendency doesn't like the Empire because it could encroach on their rule, their space- not because it's xenophobic and oppresses too many people to count. The two systems are remarkably similar, which may be part of why Thrawn was inclined to help the Empire. It is familiar, and a system Thrawn himself has never opposed, even without taking Legends into account.

(SIDE NOTE: PLEASE DO NOT BRING UP SPOILERS FOR GREATER GOOD OR LESSER EVIL ON THIS POST. I AM STILL READING THOSE BOOKS AND WOULD LIKE TO ENJOY THEM SPOILER-FREE)

[foreingersgod]

Is this my shirt? . PB

pairing: paige bueckers x reader

giving you all a cliche little drabble to hold us over until i can finish “champagne coast” lol !! so apologies for how rushed this is!

you had been on paige’s mind all day. no matter what she was doing-trying to focus on drills at practice or listen to another one of kk’s ridiculous stories-you consumed her every waking thought.

the two of you hadn’t been able to spend much time together recently, despite living within the same walls. you had been occupied with your new internship whilst paige seemed to be out of the house more than usual. it had started to drain the both of you, having you both longing for each others company. it’d been about a week since you had a full night to yourselves and luckily, you both managed to have tonight open for some much needed quality time. paige was ecstatic to say the least, all she wanted was to reveal in your presence, no matter what that may entail.

she was taking the last turn to get to your apartment complex, mind still dancing with images of you. paige had never packed up her things and ran out of that gymnasium so quickly. now she was in her car, fingers restlessly tapping against the steering wheel as she made her way back to you. she full on sprinted the entire way to the door, turning off the ignition in a haste and grabbing her bag.

after finally stepping through the door and locking it behind her, paige toed off her shoes and set her bag somewhere off to the side. the house, she noticed, was dim with the only light being from living room lamp. typical considering you always hated the “big” light. the quiet notes of your reading playlist filled her ears almost instantly, traveling from somewhere in the bedroom. so she wasted no time in meandering down the hallway, footsteps heavy on the carpet as she approached the closed door.

her heart melted when she saw you, door creaking open to reveal your ethereal figure. you were perched up in bed with a quite lengthy book in your lap. your meaty manicured fingers traced over the yellowing pages and your mouth moved ever so slightly as you whispered the sentences to yourself. your head shot up when you heard her come in, the most beautiful smile working its way onto your face. oh how she loved your smile.

“hey, baby!” you chimed, setting the book aside. she watched as you leaned over to your nightstand, reaching for your phone to pause your music “how was practice?”

“same as usual” she shrugged, dragging over to you dramatically, making you chuckle. her body flopped onto the end of the bed, her head coming to rest on your thigh “missed you s’much though”

“missed you too, paige” you allowed your fingers to roam into her hair, nails massaging gently across her scalp “been wantin’ you all day”

“yea?” she smirked as she looked up at you. every day it seemed to get harder to pull her eyes away from you.

“yea” you breathed, softly grabbing her chin to motion her to move up the bed. she complied without a second thought as she crawled her way next to you. it was true, you’d been practically craving her from the moment you’d gotten home. you were genuinely happy at your internship, excited to move up in your career, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to head right back home and be with paige.

“you’re all i thought about today” her hands gripped your waist, pulling you over to straddle her lap “could barely make a shot”

you leaned into her touch, back arching into her when you felt her hand run from the small of your back to the waistband of your shorts. paige welcomed the pressure, now chest to chest with you, leaning in to place kisses along your jawline. the action alone was enough to extract a small moan from deep in your throat.

“well i couldn’t even pay attention to what my boss was saying today at our meeting” you attempted to counter her, competing for who-missed-who more. but paige continued her assault on your smooth skin, lips trailing down your neck. in urgency, she grasped onto the hem of your shirt and began to pull it over your head. but much to your dismay, she stopped abruptly to interrupt you “i don’t even know what he was talking about, i was so focused on y-”

“is this my shirt?”

the sudden question shocked you. here you were, getting all hot and bothered after barely seeing paige for days, and all she was worried about was the shirt you had on? she pinched at the navy blue tee that devoured your entire upper body, eyeballing the threads that unraveled at the hem. you looked at her sheepishly, realizing you had just thrown it on mindlessly for comfort.

“um i don’t know-yea i think” you blinked, bummed from the lack of contact that her lips once had on your chest “sorry, i just really missed you today and i wanted to be close to you so…i don’t know it thought it would help. but i can give it back! here i’ll go put it back in your closet!”

you tried to move off of her, feeling guilty for taking her shirt without asking for permission. you had worn her clothes before, but never without checking to see if it was ok with her first. it was just one of your things, hating to not get consent before doing something even if paige insisted that it was ok. but she loved that about you. loved that you were sweet enough to ask, that you cared more about her than some silly shirt.

“baby, baby, baby” she whispered, stopping you from getting off of her “you don’t need to do that, keep it on”

“oh” you said, belly fluttering when she gave you a ditsy smile “are you sure?”

“mhm,” she pulled you in for a kiss, tugging on your bottom lip with her teeth “looks good on you, look so hot in my clothes”

it felt electric, the way she was enchanting you into her embrace. how she went back to her initial intentions, sucking dark purple marks on your collarbone, not even letting you get a word out. your hands flew to the back of her head as they drew her in closer. you don’t think you could ever get enough of paige.

“if it gets you riled up like this?” you all but panted, hips grinding against hers urgently “then i’ll be sure to wear them more often”

“don’t even need the shirt” she said out of breath as she let her head fall back against the headboard. her eyes roamed the structure of your face, not wanting to ever forgot such a sight. she took one of your hands, placing in on her chest as it rose and fell rapidly, then slowly guiding it lower and lower. you got to the cincture of her basketball shorts, allowing her to push your hand past the untied strings and eventually the elastic of her boxers. your breath caught in your throat when you reached her aching core, feeling the arousal between her legs. she let out an exasperated groan as she felt your fingers where she needed them most. this had been what she was waiting for all day.

“this is what you do to me, don’t even have to try”

[genderfluid-insomniac]

I have just been going through all of you x reader stuff, and it's amazing! I'm not sure if requests are open or not. (If they're not, you may ignore me), but I was wondering how Macaque would be if his partner was pregnant, specifically with a little baby girl during and after the pregnancy?

I love this idea so much and I may have gotten a bit carried away and I didn't expect this post to be this long lol

Macaque x pregnant!reader

Macaque during the pregnancy:

If you thought he was protective before then get ready for being watched/”guarded” all the time and he’s not going to hide being protective if anything he’s going to be obvious that if anyone dares mess or threatens to hurt you then it’s over for them. He’ll tone it down a tad if you ask him to but he’s not taking any risks since he doesn’t want to lose you in any way nor his child.

He’s patient when you’re dealing with the pregnancy and all its symptoms however every time you get morning sickness his anxiety flares up, worrying about your health and your cubs’. He’s never been happier for his six ears and how sensitive they are because he can hear his cub's heartbeat and every sound they make.

There’s no lying he is going to be a bit judgy when you ask and eat your strange food combinations or cravings but he’ll humor you regardless. Depending on what they are he might try some of them with you and others he will draw a hard no at.

Both of you didn’t want the gender to be revealed at all via the ultrasound or the whispers of the future Macaque hears so you both are very excited to meet your child when they come into the world and grow up with two hopeful loving parents. The later in your pregnancy the more you start to show and the more he is obviously lovestruck but doesn’t seem to care.

At night when you’re resting on the bed or couch your husband will have his head resting on your tummy, smiling softly whenever he feels the baby kick, and use his abilities to perform stories on the walls in front of you. You’re never left feeling helpless or forgotten since he’s so doting on you more than before however don’t think that doesn’t mean that you’re off the hook for his teasing and flirts.

The larger your belly gets and the harder regular chores get the more he’s going to insist and make sure you’re off your feet, helping you to feel comfortable and less stressed. Macaque will let you keep doing regular things if you insist on doing them but the moment you wince or feel discomfort he’s sweeping you off your feet again literally.

Once the day gets here and your water breaks he’s panicking and not hiding it that well since with help from Sandy and the gang had told him the full dos and don’ts of pregnancy. He knows you’re in good hands but seeing you yell in pain and hearing you cry as you’re feeling contractions breaks his heart.

He doesn’t risk using his shadow portals in case it hurts his cub and you and rushes you to the hospital, not taking no for an answer when he’s asked if he’s sure he wants to come in or asks you if you want him in. There isn’t ever a time when he’s not by your side and holding your hand, letting you squeeze it as much as you want, and soothing you with comforting words.

When the time finally happens you’re screaming and gripping his hand like you’re hanging off a cliff for dear life, both apologizing for making his ears hurt and pleading for it to be over. He was frankly a bit disturbed that you apologized for hurting him via your screaming but held you as close as he could until you both heard the cry of your new cub.

Macaque after the pregnancy:

The moment you both heard your child cry everything else no longer mattered and you opened your arms to signal you wanted to hold your child, cradling their sweet baby girl in your arms and crying out of joy. You looked up at Macaque with tears streaming down your face and sobbing happily when you saw the same expression mirror on his face, resting your foreheads against one another and kissing him gently.

His cub had your hair color fur and four lotus-shaped ears like his that twitched and flicked about when you both traced over them with your fingers. Her fists curled up and she rubbed her eyes that slowly opened to show your eye color reflected with gold flecks scattered around the iris.

Macaque couldn’t help the bittersweet feeling that his cub had his ears which you constantly called precious but also worried considering all the hate he got from others for his “freaky” ears. You must’ve seen his conflicted expression because you kissed his cheek and then your cubs who was swaddled in a comfy blanket.

When you moved for him to hold your baby he tensed up at first not wanting to possibly hurt his baby girl in any way but all his worries melted when she looked up at him and wrapped his tail around hers. He made a promise to himself that he’d protect his daughter and lover no matter what.

The days after you gave birth were hard and Macaque was there for all of it, helping you out whenever you could and getting you actual food since both of you agreed the hospital food was disgusting. Your baby was pretty well-behaved and was mostly quiet thanks to a sound-dampening spell your lover placed on her ears, handing her off to one another and to the nurses when they needed to check on her.

When you were finally let out of the hospital he still didn’t use his portal out of concern for his baby and you, calling Sandy to help you both back home with your wheelchair and gratefully accepting the baby gifts he gave you both. While you were still in the hospital Macaque sent a couple of clones back to your apartment to baby-proof everything and also install a lock on the door of his dojo.

The following weeks weren’t pretty since parenting is never easy and you both share the burden of the sleepless nights which doesn’t happen that much since it turns out that your baby was an easy cub just very clingy. Macaque had mixed feelings about that since he liked having you all to himself but now had to share you with his daughter, who he loved more than anything but was also getting used to sharing you.

Macaque was protective during the pregnancy and still remains so as Yingyue grows up, deciding to name their baby girl after how she was just as beautiful as the moon and just as calm and soothing. Every time a picture of the sky was in her view she babbled out excited noises and often would put on special shadow plays for his precious daughter.

He watches everyone like a hawk when the gang meets his daughter specifically Wukong for reasons. Already in advance, he put a sound-dampening spell on her sensitive ears knowing MK and Mei wouldn’t be able to not scream or at least MK would remember after a second or so. They all adored his cub even Wukong who wished him congratulations as Macaque just stared lovingly at his little girl.

[peaches-and-creamm]

LOVE LANGUAGES!

a/n: thanks 🎥 nonnie for requesting sm! means a lot! hope i do ur requests justice 🙂‍↕️

also i read throu this once and saw how much i did acts of service/gift giving LOL

and nonnie if you're seeing this i'll most likely do the other request you asked for!

featuring: Megumi, Nanami, Toji, Yuta, Toge, Yuji, Satoru, Suguru

warnings: breeding kink in suguru's, fem!reader in suguru's and gn!reader everywhere else!

MEGUMI'S love language would be 🥁🥁

quality time with a sprinkle of words of affirmation!

✎ it's no secret Megumi prefers the idea of "together alone", aka just sitting in the same room each of you doing different tasks or even just scrolling on your phones. (you don't even have to be near each other, honestly-)

✎ one of his favorite activities to do with you is when it's later at night and you're sitting nearby him while he just rambles on about random facts he finds interesting.

✎ the fact you'll just sit there, smiling at him like an idiot while you hold him close to you as you listen to every word he says- even asking him questions about whatever it is he's talking about makes him feel all fuzzy.

✎ at this point you know every little thing that's going on in his book he sometimes likes to read outloud to you, saying his theories or random things that happen to contradict themselves in whatever it is he's reading currently.

✎ a lot of the time he'll awkwardly just clear his throat and apologize for rambling, but each and every time you compliment him by saying you love his voice as he speaks about anything he's passionate about he thinks he falls harder for you(if that was even possible-)

NANAMI'S love language would be🥁🥁

acts of service/gift giving!

✎ Kento really appreciates coming home from a long day and being surprised by the fact the kitchen was clean when he was supposed to be the one doing it- or the smell of something cooking in the kitchen flooding his nose the second he opens the front door just, he just. he really likes it, ok?

✎ He knows he isn't able to be there for you a lot of the time (missions, teaching, ect.) so if you ever come home and he's somehow there before you you best believe there's some sort of little trinket on the table waiting for you.

✎ He's not one for pda all that much but you bet your ENTIRE ass that if he sees you after a long day he doesn't care where you two are because he is about to just hide in your arms while you rub at his back.

✎ And god forbid if he ever returns home and sees how excited you get to show him some random trinket you saw in the store- handing it to him and claiming it reminded you of him. He's literally teared up before over this- (don't call him out though he'll deny it-)

✎ Has an ENTIRE shelf just dedicated to random shit that you've gotten him, and if anyone even looked at it wrong he'd almost get offended (once again, don't call him out-)

TOJI'S love language would be 🥁🥁

acts of service and gift giving! (home made gifts bc bro BROKE!)

✎ ok so we know the dude's kinda a jackass but he does NOT skip out on just randomly giving you just absolutely HIDEOUS homemade gifts.

✎ like? how does he even MAKE them so ugly ?? isn't he good with his hands....??

✎ anywayyy, he'd probably kill anyone(like, actually kill them-) if they ever tried insulting the fact you gave him an ugly stuffed animal that you said reminded you of him

✎ like "why does a grown ass man have a stuffed animal of an ugly monkey...?" then boom, they just got punched in the face

✎ do NOT interrupt this dude when it comes to anything you need. he may be pretty 'cold hearted' but he strikes me as the kinda guy to just stand in front of you if you even slightly squinted from the sun.

✎ he'd get a fucking plank of wood if there was a puddle so you don't ruin those new shoes you've been so excited to get.

✎ so tldr; he'd grovel for you for SURE- and if anyone questions if he loves you they're going home with a black eye 🥰

YUTA'S love language would be 🥁🥁

words of affirmation/physical touch!

✎ ok let's be completely honest here- the dude's just everything starved. So when the two of you started dating (with A LOT of long months of convincing Rika to not obliterate your entire bloodline-),

✎ he was basically just all over you- though it did take a while for him to actually realize it was OK to want to touch you, that you actually liked it, that you weren't just pretending to enjoy it to spare his feelings or something.

✎ as much as he loves going out on dates with you (he'd spend all the money in the world just to see how your eyes sparkle whenever he buys you a new dessert you've been wanting to try-)

✎ his ideal thing would just be the two of you- his head on your chest listening to your steady heartbeat as you caressed his hair- your nails scratching at his scalp every now and then.

✎ and there's been MANY times he's just started crying into your chest while you hold him- just because you remind him how much you love him, how proud of him you were- you would go on and on for hours if it's what he needed to hear.

TOGE'S love language would be 🥁🥁

words of affirmation!

✎ he just needs to know it's okay that he can't talk to you- that it's okay that at night when the two of you are alone holding each other close that it's enough that he's just there with you.

✎ toge loves whenever you compliment him- especially when it's about the marks on his face/tongue.

✎ the way you'll pull down the zipper of his uniform just to plant a kiss against each of his cheeks makes him melt.

✎ compliment him on literally everything please! he loves it so much and it means so much to him- like way more than you could imagine

✎ sometimes(ok, basically nightly-) he'll just be laying in bed, flushed face in his hands while he repeats the compliment you'd given him that particularly made him want to just get on one knee and propose on the spot

✎ I stg this guy is just a big baby- hold him and tell him it's ok and that's all he needs to make his day better tenfold.

YUJI'S love language would be 🥁🥁

physical touch!

✎ I feel like it's so obvious that if you spot him from the corner of your eye you better believe he's about to full sprint to you in excitement and squeeze the ever loving SHIT out of you

✎ he's a spinner for sure- picks you up, spins you around just to hear how you giggle before complaining about how he's making you dizzy

✎ there's rarely a moment where he doesn't just want to squeeze the hell out of your cheeks, and he just fuckn LOVES to squeeze both his and your cheeks together while he tightly hugs you.

✎ if you're in bed together his face is always buried in your shoulder, laying gentle kisses against your skin.

✎ if he isn't being gentle and loving with his kisses he just grabs you by your cheeks and just SMOTHERS your face with kisses.

✎ also he thinks it's really funny to steal some lipstick from either you or nobara just to run up to you and put a FAT kiss against your forehead- leaving a hard to get off mark lasting for hours

✎ he insists on using the waterproof ones because he thinks it's funny to see you walking around with a mark on your forehead because of him-

SATORU'S love language would be 🥁🥁

gift giving(as if that wasn't obvious enough- rich lil asshole)

✎ he does NOT care where you are, what you're doing- NADA

✎ he's runnin' up to you just to shove a shopping bag in your face and proudly putting his hands on his hips while he waits for you to open it.

✎ a few times you were too busy to open one of his gifts and he literally just opened it right in front of you and went "LOOK! LOOK, IT'S THAT BRACELET YOU WANTED- LOOKKK!" like a toddler trying to get his mom's attention.

✎ it always ends in a giggle and a "you need to stop buying these things, you're enough of a gift as is."

✎ he'll pretend to listen but at this point you know better than to believe he'll genuinely stop giving you random shit that reminded him of you.

✎ like what do you mean this ugly shirt that was WAYY too expensive that's also too big reminded him of you??

✎ what do you MEAN you had a mental breakdown because the shirt is a light color and you spilled wine on it and there was a stain that didn't want to come out-

✎ so tldr; DON'T LOOK AT SOMETHING IN THE WINDOW OF A SHOP. HE WILL BUY THE FUCKING STORE-

SUGURU'S love language would be 🥁🥁

words of affirmation/gift giving receiving-

✎ he's on his hands and knees for you- NOPE- don't care if he's supposed to be the leader of this wacky ass cult- you're the only person who's aloud to even remotely give him any sort of order to do somethin'

✎ he likes to give you gifts also, but barely to the extent of Satoru- he prefers handmade gifts over anything store bought. But that's just because he's used to everyone buying him whatever he wishes.

✎ so it's a really nice change of pace whenever you bring him a new origami animal you've been trying to master.

✎ he even has a little table by where he sits up on the little stage, your little art projects resting on them as "beautiful decorations done by my lover."

✎ ^ that's what he says anytime someone asks them about it. he'll happily ramble about how excited you were to gift him each one.

✎ he's addicted to praise, it's actually kinda crazy at this point-

✎ you made a breakfast a small child could've made? he's kissing the ground you walk on for blessing him with a meal in the morning-

✎ plus- if you ever do anything for the girls just know he's about to give you an amazing gift- that gift being his cock while he overly praises your motherly actions.

✎ maybe he'll make you an actual mother just to see how much your loving actions change..

M.LIST!

[ljaylmaoo]

🎃Kinktober Day 5- Exhibitionism🎃

Hook x fem!reader 18+

!!UNEDITED/NOT PROOFREAD!!

warnings: Morgie and reader fight over hook (playful), classroom sex, grinding, creampie, the VKs are quite “normal” in this? lol, humiliation..?, caught..?, orgasms, creampie, etc!!

a/n: hello welcome to Kinktober day 5! I sincerely apologize for the wait 😭 I was focused on the fab 5 special and hit writers block then when I was writing them I didn’t like how they were going so i decided to completely rewrite them both. I’m still working on the fab 5 special so it may not be posted till tomorrow or the next! HAPPY HALLOWEEN! 👻

All I can say about this one is poor Morgie… 😭

word count: 2.7k

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Quickly walking out of your dorm and down to the courtyard, you attempted to pull your skirt down that was riding up your thighs just a little too high, though it was just enough to cover the bottom of your ass. It wasn’t new for you to be wearing something as revealing as this, you were always confident in your appearance and style which is what your boyfriend, James, adored about you; having a girlfriend with just as much boldness as him in terms of fashion and personality had let his own confidence bubble over (becoming a bit too much for some people to handle, though he couldn’t care any less). But knowing that you weren’t wearing anything underneath made you feel a type of nervous excitement that swarmed within. The way a simple breeze could easily divulge your dirty little secret to the whole school. It made you more excited to know that letting James in on your naughty exploit would easily play with and falter his own composure which is exactly what you wanted.

You wanted to be the one in control for once.

You entered the courtyard and strode over to your friends who were all in your usual spot at a bench in the far left corner. You made a quick glance at the others and lightly laughed to yourself as you saw that Morgie was of course bothering your boyfriend, sat on his lap and face cupped in his hands trying to kiss his cheek while Hook was trying desperately to pry him off cursing at him as the others laughed; but your main focus was on James.

The moment you made eye contact with the pretty brunette pirate his face instantly lit up and with one forceful shove he managed to push Morgie off his lap causing the boy to collapse onto the ground with a grunt. He stood up and picked you up, spinning you around, thankfully having his arms wrapped around your ass to keep the skirt from flying up at the action. You giggled and hugged him back, “Hello, darling” he smiled and began feathering kisses all over your face as a nonverbal way of saying ‘thank you’ for saving him from the previous situation he was stuck in before placing you down on the ground. “Hi” you replied still giggling, “um, were you cheating on me just now with Morgie?” You jokingly asked while gesturing behind you with your finger, pointing to the boy who had just gotten up off the ground with a pout on his face, Maleficent and Hades still getting a kick out of it. James only rolled his eyes, unamused, “haha, very funny. You know I would never.” You laughed again, “I know I’m just teasing, love.” You said, scrunching your nose playfully and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

He sat back down and pulled you on top of him by your waist and rested his hand on your thigh, the feeling of the fabric of his pants making contact with your bare core reminded you of your lack of underwear and your original plan you had for today which had brought back the fluttery feeling in your stomach. “Gross.” Morgie rolled his eyes, still holding the grudge against Hook after he had thrown him to the ground. “Aww Morgs, are you mad because you can’t sit in his lap?” Mali cooed sarcastically, keeping the bit going. Morgie crossed his arms pouting more, “yes. I am, actually.” He began, “Because he is mine.” He stated while looking directly into your eyes with a glare, making it known that the statement was directed towards you. Hook groaned in annoyance, resting his forehead against your shoulder and slowly shook his head being completely fed up with him. You tilted your head, “that’s a shame…” you exhaled in faux disappointment, “cause it’s really comfy.” You smiled taunting the boy more while snuggling your hips more into his lap, getting more comfortable and as if on cue, the two of you stuck your tongues out at each other at the same time. “Not fair. She always gets to.” Morgie mumbled while walking over to Mali who patted his head.

“Wait!” Uliana unexpectedly spoke up who was focused on watching Bridget the whole time, causing the group to jump at the abrupt sound of her voice. The action made your clit to rub against his thigh causing you to let out a small moaned gasp which James picked up on. He gave you a weird look, “are you okay?” He whispered, tuning out Uliana’s voice, you smiled at him, “yeah I just…” you trailed off, your nerves making you hesitant on whether it was a good idea anymore or not. “Just, what..?” He questioned, before you could say anything, the first bell suddenly rang. It was now or never. You quickly decided to take the opportunity and follow through with your plan. You leaned closer to his ear, lips brushing against it as you whispered, letting him in on your secret. His eyes growing wide for a second and you felt him shift uncomfortably underneath you as you pulled away and smiled in satisfaction as you watched his face flush, taking a shaky breath. You silently got off him and began to walk away behind Mali and Hades, looking over your shoulder with a wink leaving him stunned for a moment, glancing down your figure. He swiftly got up and desperately tried to catch up with you.

Once you all got to class, Morgie practically ran up to the desk beside Hook’s that was at the very back, and sat down which is when James had finally caught up. He slowly sat down, carefully watching you and Morgie’s interaction as Morgie proudly smiled up at you, “ha, beat you! maybe next time princess.” You sighed, “that’s fine, I guess I’ll just have to sit here then…” you smirked and slyly sat back down onto your boyfriend’s lap, throwing your arms around his neck and pulled him closer all while keeping eye contact with the poor boy beside you. He groaned that you had “won” once again and blew a raspberry at you. “Morgie!” He rapidly turned his head to Uliana who gained his attention and continued talking among the others about whatever her plan was for Bridget, leaving you two to your own previous conversation.

You smiled and turned to James who was already looking at you. “What?” You smirked, he looked into your eyes, “were you being serious?” He asked surprised, you nodded, “I mean you could check if you don’t believe me.” you shrugged. He secretly and carefully brought his hand up your thigh under your skirt, you felt his finger gently brush against your slit before he quickly pulled away, his breath hitching after getting the confirmation. “Fuck…” he mumbled under his breath, you felt a soft bulge grow in his pants. “Why would you do something like that? We’re in school.” You shrugged, “I guess I forgot…” you said innocently. He rolled his eyes, “yeah, right.” He scoffed, “Don’t act like you don’t like it” you cooed, “I can quite literally feel you growing hard beneath me” you lightly rolled your hips on his growing erection. He instantly stilled your hips, grabbing them harshly. “Careful darling, you’re playing a very dangerous game right now.” He growled lowly against your ear before kissing down your neck making you gasp. You tilted your head to give him more access, “that I’m pretty sure I’m winning” you teased and rolled your hips as much as you could with his strong hold on your hips. “Oh really?” He questioned before thrusting his hips up while harshly pulling you down, his bulge easily slipping through your folds from your slick making you let out a whimper then quickly covering your mouth with your hand.

This should be fun.

After class officially began, you two would take turns trying to get a sound out of each other by unexpectedly grinding or thrusting when the other wasn’t expecting it. You’d be lying if you said the risk of getting caught wasn’t turning either of you on. But the feeling slowly became too much for you both, especially James who had grown tired of the restriction of his pants and fabric straining against his rock hard member. After he had perfectly ground your clit on the tip of his cock earning a surprised gasp by you, you had then thought of an idea. As you were sat with your back on his chest, legs crossed “listening” to the lecture while seamlessly twirling your pen in your hand, you purposely dropped it on the ground in front of you under the desk. You slightly lifted your hips and bent over seductively just enough so he could see your bare and glistening pussy lips rub along him with your movement. The sound of your pen dropping had only gotten Morgie’s attention from beside you and peered over, Hook quickly grabbed your hips and harshly (yet somehow discreetly) slammed your hips back down onto him to hide both his noticeably painful erection along with your throbbing cunt. Your mouth fell open at the way your folds were split open and thankfully, from the surprise and quite hard action, only a silent and inaudible scream came out. You quickly sat back up and turned to Morgie who gave you both a suspicious glance before turning back towards the front of the class.

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding and nudged Hook with your elbow. He didn’t react and instead held your hips up, just enough so your skirt would hide what he was doing, and quietly and quickly undid his pants, “what are you-“ you suddenly felt his cock spring up and hit your ass. You gasped and giving you no time to think, he pulled your hips down onto his leaking member. You held the side of his thigh for support, covering your mouth to keep the whiny moan from falling out at the feeling of his size entering your tight hole. You heard him sigh at the relief of feeling you around him as he bottomed out, his grip still strong on your hips. “we’re in class…” you mumbled just barely below a whisper so only he could hear you while he guided your hips to roll against him. “Exactly, so be a good girl and be quiet so we don’t get caught.” He whispered with a smirk.

You were frustrated that he managed to take control yet again and at the fact that you thought he would never do something like this. You thought teasing him today would be fun and the punishment would wait… but you were dead wrong. So now you were forced to be split on his cock in the middle of class, slowly and subtly moving your hips along his. The tip grazing perfectly along your g spot making you squeeze your thighs together and held onto his hook (that was hooked around your waist) as support. You bit down hard on your bottom lip almost enough to draw blood trying your hardest to keep your moans from escaping, but you were struggling. Quiet whines and whimpers started pouring out from your mouth and you tried to still your hips. “I can’t take it anymore, please” you whined, gripping the desk in front of you. You glanced at Morgie who seemed to be asleep, his figure quietly rising and falling against his desk. But your whine seemed to wake him up and he slowly lifted his head from his desk and you quickly crossed your legs trying to act casual. He tilted his head, “are you okay, y/n..?” He questioned. Thank god your skirt covered up his cock buried deep inside you. you smiled at him, “no, yeah I’m completely fine. James won’t stop tickling me.” You said while throwing his hands off your hips to play it off. Morgie only nodded sleepily and put his head back down.

James harshly gripped your hips and leaned closer to your ear, “keep moving or I’m not afraid to bend you over the desk and fuck you relentlessly in front of everyone.” He threatened, voice laced with lust. You nodded and continued moving your hips and his grip loosened. The continuous motion created a hot sensation to grow in your lower abdomen causing you to clench around his length and you heard his breath hitch, he began guiding you while your body started to shake, the feeling about to wash over you. He reached around and dipped his hand under your skirt, rubbing circles around your swollen clit. Your breathing began getting heavier and you covered your mouth again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-“ You mouthed silently after a few more thrusts and came undone on top of him, your mouth dropping agape as your legs shook and body tensed while you coated his cock with your release. You melted into his chest as he continued the subtle movements. You felt him twitch and he bit down onto your shoulder to stop himself from moaning, letting out small enough whimpers that only you could hear and his breathing was growing heavy. The feeling of him twitching inside you made you squirm and you felt the hot strings of cum shoot deep inside of you cover your insides, filling you up.

You caught your breaths and realized what you both had just done. There was slight panic in your eyes, scared for him to pull out knowing that you had both made a mess (thankfully only on each other) and without saying anything, he spun you around and picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist with him still buried deep inside as he carried you out of class, both thanking to whoever was above that the door was at the back of the class leaving you both unseen by any of your classmates.

Morgie jolted awake from his deep sleep and looked around to find that your chair had been empty. He furrowed his brows in confusion as he eyed the singular drop of a white substance on the ground.

Well that plan backfired completely…

[reallychaoticwoo]

Hi, babe!!!! I just accidentally hit my head really hard and I need some comfort. So could you please write something for a non idol! Reader with some kind of injury? I’m feeling better now, but I still need something to get me going. Love you💕💕

⛓️Hello babes! So this may have been slightly self-indulgent as your girl is in SERIOUS need of some physical affection lol but i do really hope you enjoy it!⛓️

✨️Peace of mind✨️

❤️Pairing: San x reader

⚠️Warnings: cussing, some suggestiveness🖤

This is truly a fluff fest, and I am absolutely NOT sorry.

‼️This is purely for entertainment purposes and does not represent the idol in any way‼️

🖤This was not proofread, so I apologize for any typos or weird mistakes 😅 Hope you enjoy!🖤

You didn't plan on injuring yourself today, I mean, does anyone ever really plan on it? You'd been rushing to get your things together, eager to head home and get out of your uncomfortable office attire. Bending down to grab your laptop bag and purse your head collided with the corner of your desk. Your vision blacking out for a quick moment and a sharp pain shooting through your head, you let out a groan. "Fuck.." Your hand finding it's way to your forehead to apply pressure to the aching area. Sitting back in your chair hand still holding your head you heard a knock at the door. "Come in." San opened the door, leaning himself against the frame. "Hey I was just coming to see if you.... shit, are you okay?" The casual stance he had disappeared as he made his way to your desk. Pulling your hand away from your head his eyes widened. "You're bleeding y/n. What happened?" Concern written all over his face, he headed to bookshelf in the corner of your office where the first aid kit was. "I'm okay.." You started looking at your blood covered hand that had been resting on your head. "I was just trying to pack up and I hit my head on the desk when I went to grab my bags." He let out a small chuckle, internally scolding himself for laughing at your clumsiness. "Yup, that sounds like something you'd do." He sat on your desk facing you, pulling your hand into his to wipe away the blood with a small antibacterial wipe he'd gotten from your first aid kit. "So what were you coming in to ask me before you stopped to play nurse?" You asked, nuding his knee with your free hand, a cute little smirk resting on your face.

The two of you had a bit of a back and forth going at the office. Passing flirty winks back and forth in the hallways, randomly showing up at each other's offices with any and every excuse in the book as to why. Neither of you had actually made a move to further things, though. Part of you wondered why, but another part of you figured it was because the both of you knew dating in the workplace, you get really messy really quick. Either way, you always caught yourself wishing things could be more.

"Well, I was going to see if you had plans tonight. But considering you just tried to put yourself into a coma, I don't think now would be the best time for a date." As if it was the most casual sentence in the world, he leaned forward to wipe the blood from your forehead and face, with nothing but a concentrated look painting his own. "I wouldn't say no if you asked." You looked up at him, a glimer of relief and excitement passing through your wide eyes. He chuckled knowingly. "Oh, I know. Don't think I haven't been wanting to ask you out for a while now. I just didn't want things to get weird if I did, but I think it's pretty obvious we'd both like to see where this could go." You giggled at the truth he just admitted so bluntly. There was no arguing that you were dying to see what things would be like if you both just allowed yourselves to be honest with your emotions towards each other.

"So, how about instead of going out like I was originally planning, we stay in and you let me take care of you and that injured little head of yours?" Playfully nudging your chin with his thumb, he looked at you with warmth in his eyes and a shinning smile spreading across his lower face. You couldn't help but return the cheesy grin up in his direction. "That sounds even better, honestly. No loud noises or bright lights. And most importantly, no feeling the need to wear uncomfortable clothes to look pretty." He tsked, a fake pout spread across his features. "You wouldn't want to dress up and go on a nice date with me??" He crossed him, arms feigning disappointment. "Right now? No. I want nothing more than some comfy sweats and to get out of these harsh lights." Your head really was throbbing. As much as his banter improved your mood, your eyes had been squinted the whole time, and you were ready to go anywhere that was quite and dimly lit. His muffled laughter catching your attention, he offered you his hand to help you up. He made sure to grab your bags so you wouldn't have to bend down again and risk another blow to your already aching head. "Okay, okay, princess, my place work for you? I've got plenty of comfy sweats, you can pick whichever ones you want." Walking out of your office, your face resembled that of a high school girl getting a text from her crush. You were smiling, blushing, internally screaming, and giggling. I mean, who wouldn't feel that way when the hottest man to ever grace this planet was taking you home to comfort you and make sure you still got a little date out of it. Honestly, the fact you knew without a doubt he'd have no expectations from you made you weak in the knees. Just a genuinely caring man who wants to make sure you are feeling okay because you hit your head. You weren't sure the exact moment the gods started blessing you, but you were mentally thanking them the entire walk to his car.

The car ride was rather nice. His hand resting on your thigh, the two of you talking about everything and nothing. When you finally reached his house, he quickly opened your door, offering you his hand to help you to your feet. Outside his house was simple but beautiful. He had a wrap around porch with a black metal bench swing, stringed light bulbs lining the edge of the covering, and a sitting area with two large wicker chairs and a small table. His yard was well maintained with beautiful flowers and greenery placed perfectly throughout. You were admiring the simplicity and homey feel as he ushered you up the front steps and through his front door. The inside of his home was equally as inviting, sleek, and modern, with carefully placed decor, highlighting the various spacious rooms. Gesturing you to follow him, the two of you moved to his living room. "Make yourself at home. I'm gonna go grab you some headache meds and water really quick. I'll be right back." You smiled in his direction, nodding at him in a silent thank you. Sitting on the couch, you took a look around the living room. A large marble fireplace in front of you with a large TV mounted to the wall above it. The mantle was decorated with a few vining plants and pictures of who you assumed were his brothers or really close friends. You smiled to yourself at how many goofy and well taken photos he'd proudly displayed. He quickly made his way back to the living room with meds and water in hand. "Here, take these. I'm going to go change really quick, and then you can pick out your pj's for the night." With a warm smile and a gentle kiss to the forehead, he made his way down the hall and to his room.

It was only a few minutes before San was back by your side. "Alright, gorgeous, let's get you into some comfier clothes." He bent down, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to his bedroom before sitting you gently on his bed. Opening his closet, he motioned his hand to the large selection of sweats as if to say 'take your pick'. Your eyes lit up at the grandiose selection, a delighted smile on your face. Picking out a plain black set, he brought the clothing to the bed and laid it down next to you neatly. "You can change in here. I'll wait in the living room. You have any movie requests? I can order some pizza, if that sounds good to you." You chuckled at how considerate he was. If you were being honest you'd expected him to be a total fuck boy. The flirting at the office and his perfectly styled appearance just screamed 'I'll take your chick and fuck her in front of you'. Yet, even if there was some truth to that, he was actually turning out to be a real gentleman. "You pick the movie, I can never make a decision and my head hurts too much to even try right now. And pizza sounds great, thank you." With a quick nod, he was leaving the room to let you change. Alone in his room, sitting on his bed, you felt a sense of home. His bed was plush and comfortable. You had to fight yourself to get up and change, deciding it'd probably be off putting if he found you curled up under his sheets fast asleep when you never came back.

Walking back you to the living room, you stopped at the entryway, smiling to yourself at the sight before you. San had set up the perfect at home date night. A makeshift pallet full of blankets on the floor, several pillows leaning against the couch, candles flickering on the mantle and end tables. Pizza was sitting on the coffee table, which was pushed off to the side, sitting next to one of the end tables. He'd turned the lights off to make sure the brightness wouldn't cause your headache to worsen and had a movie already pulled up and ready. Thanking the gods for the nth time today, you walked into the living room, taking your place beside San. Handing you your plate, he pressed play on the movie before grabbing his own plate. Both eating now, you looked to the screen, a familiar movie playing. A movie you'd watched many times, usually when you were alone and sad, sobbing into your pillow at the when you heard the line "if you're a bird, I'm a bird." You should've guessed by this point he'd be the type of guy to enjoy romantic movies. What you didn't guess was that he picked this movie so he could see how you reacted. He wanted to see what made you laugh, what made you cry, and what made your eyes shine with want. He wanted to get to know you better and more than just small talk and casual flirting.

Finishing your food, he took your plates and set them on the coffee table. He put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, placing an attentive kiss to the top of your head. Leaning into his touch, resting your head on his shoulder, a content smile grew across your face. Although your headache seemed to be dissipating, the events of the day seemed to be catching up with you. Your eyelids growing heavier by the second. Noticing how your body seemed to grow more relaxed, San wrapped his arms around you and carefully moved the two of into a laying position. In the half awake/ half asleep haze, you softly muttered, "This is perfect. Thank you, Sannie." Your eyes never opening, you nuzzled further into him, your head now rest on his chest, your leg laid across his thighs. The soft touch of his fingers running through your hair and the steady beating of his heart lulling you into the most traquil night of sleep you've had in years. A soft kiss to your forehead and then to the top of your head, San allowed himself to succumb to his own tiredness, truly at ease with you in his arms.

[moonflowerdamie]

y’all…i may have gotten carried away…the jackieshauna camp counsellor fic is now at 10k words and i still have more to write 😭😭😭

BUT THEYVE KISSED NOW DONT WORRY! apologies for the slight spoiler hehe but y’all know i don’t write unresolved endings lol. anyways, yeah, this fic will get written one way or another and im just gonna stop guessing at word count🤭

i’m either gonna finish it tonight (unlikely) or by like maybe wednesday? i’m not sure, but i’m real busy for the weekend, so won’t be able to write!

hope y’all are excited for this one because it’s been an absolute labour of love and i actually really like the way it’s turning out!!!

[cattimeswithjellie]

Stream Recap, ImpulseSV, 6/12/24

((If you caught the excerpt from this I posted last night, you may be ready for the wildness that is this stream recap. I started out expecting a build stream and wound up recapping a Hermit social gathering for two hours, lol. It's all right though, because it was very, very funny.))

2:55 Impulse opens the stream on studio view. He asks if his streaming setup still works and jokes he needs to get the dust off it. He shares that he has been gone because he’s been sick, and decides he should probably just start tacking a few extra sick days onto the end of each vacation because it happens every time. (Except in Michigan, Chat points out.) Chat tells him his voice sounds better now than in the video. He says he’ll see how he feels as the stream goes on. He talks a little about PixelPulse Valley, how he named it because he likes being in the valley in Phoenix and likes valleys in general. Chat makes a joke about valley girls. Impulse has been sick almost a whole week and it is gross, especially since he’s had to travel.

6:00 Impulse shouts out to Noah in chat, who is someone he met in person on the cruise ship. Apparently there were several Impulse-in-the-wild spottings on this trip. He thanks subs and donos. He reminds chat that a Big Video came out today, one that he’s been waiting to show for awhile. He finally gets to tell the story of PixelPulse Valley and its battle with the AIs, and the basics of what the game is going to be like. Impulse doesn’t want to go too deep here because he doesn’t want to spoil the video, but he will be working on some stuff in the city. He suggests that maybe chatters might want to catch at least part of the video before joining the stream. Today he’ll be working on the secret tunnel and hopes for a normal-length stream. Chat sings the SECRET TUNNEL song.

9:50 Chat is worried about Impulse staying hydrated. He assures Chat he has been triple-fisting coffee, juice and water. Chat is unsure about the phrasing but happy that Impulse is getting enough to drink. It is impossible to bother Skizz during stream today because Skizz is at work, and when he gets home from work they are going to record the podcast.

11:00 Impulse shows off his new redstone door. He apologizes to RKF Walter, whose name he messed up while crediting him for the door design. It is a beautiful door design and opens to an exploding flight rocket. He drops down the escape hole and shows Chat the Secret Tunnel. He says he’s gotten lots of good suggestions in the video comments already for different ambiance touches. He is not sure yet what he’s going to change, if anything. He shows off how covering a pearlescent froglight with a trapdoor turns the light pure white.

14:10 Impulse highlights the wall lights. He is happy because there are not many chances for subtle design touches that are only a few pixels tall in Minecraft. He contemplates how he’s going to mute when he inevitably starts coughing. He reveals that his favorite DCI team is Impulse, of course. It’s where all his branding came from! (Blue Devils is also good). DCI is Drum Corps International, professional marching band with no woodwinds. He toured the country for a whole summer with the Impulse team back in the day. Chat is excited about this Impulse Lore. Impulse’s girlfriend back in the day (not his wife now) was a clarinet player, but she played cymbals on the drumline.

18:00 Impulse notices that all the trapdoors have completely oxidized and wonders who has been keeping it loaded. Probably Joel, he concludes as he cleans and waxes them. Chat suggests it might also be people coming by to use the XP bank. Impulse agrees that the XP bank is popular, way more popular than he and Skizz anticipated. He may have to put in some more at other Hermits’ bases, just to lighten the load on Bop n’ Go. Chat suggests putting XP banks inside the volcano once it is hollowed out. He likes that plan.

21:00 Chat asks if Impulse saw Tango’s video that had the naturally volcano-shaped Magic Mountain clone. Impulse didn’t see it. Chat asks what he plans to do about the slime chunk in the tunnel. Impulse does not know. He doesn’t want to put carpet in. He’s not too worried because big slimes are unlikely to spawn, and he doesn’t want to slab it and change the tunnel shape. He’ll wait and see how bad it is. He decides to start the next segment of tunnel with the bottom wall edges and gathers his supplies.

23:40 It was easier to record video sick than to stream sick, because he could gather energy for short bursts of talking. Chat asks for advice on visiting DCI events. Impulse says check out the vendors to find cool music supplies, and also bring lots of sunscreen. He does not have enough cyan terracotta. He considers whether anyone sells terracotta, then remembers he’s not buying from Big T. He begins laying out his pattern. Ren messages in chat that he needs Impulse’s brain. Impulse doesn’t promise his brain is working, but goes to find Ren at his base. As he flies, Impulse talks about playing Wordle at Pearl’s yesterday and how he struggled because his brain was foggy. He likes Wordle but he did not do well. ((It did take Impulse more than 20 minutes to solve the puzzle at Dyeductions on Pearl’s 6/11 stream, compared to 10 minutes for Skizz.))

26:30 He touches down at Ren’s base and asks where Ren is, Ren tells him he must come into the truck. Impulse asks if he should be recording. Ren says he can if he wants, and he probably should too. They both reveal that they are streaming. Impulse tries to find his way into the truck with little success. Ren directs him to the door on top and describes the lever. Impulse finds the lever but it doesn’t work. They are having some audio issues due to Ren’s setup. Impulse plasters himself against the front windshield and breaks into the truck, to Ren’s great consternation. Impulse replaces the broken glass and assures Ren he is a certified repair technician. Ren accepts this and moves on.

29:00 Ren tells Impulse he needs his brain, then uses the classic girlfriend tactic of telling Impulse he’s been waiting for him to notice something. Impulse is immediately on the back foot and tries to fall back on the defense of having been gone. He guesses that Ren has a new outfit, which is true. Ren demands that Impulse look at him. Ren has a new skin on, including a spacesuit and a face that Chat thinks is very similar to Beef’s (which is true.) He has a beard and everything. Impulse says the outfit reminds him of Terra Swoop Force at MCC. Ren admits that is true. He says his chat thinks the glasses are too much. Impulse’s Chat thinks they’re great. Impulse and Ren both take off their glasses. Impulse has no eyebrows without the glasses. He says he plucks his eyebrows when he gets nervous and it’s been a rough week. Ren puts the glasses and beard back on, and shows off the handsome touches of gray in his hair. They talk about getting IRL haircuts. Ren is going back to facecam streaming and told his barber he needed a good haircut for an important meeting. He wanted a side shave, but his barber told him his head is too large for a side shave. Impulse thinks Ren has a nice head and hopes the barber didn’t hurt his feelings. Ren says the barber did a good job. Big-headed folk in chat commiserate with Ren.

33:30 Ren says he listens to the advice of professionals about how he looks, because he has no understanding of fashion or how he is supposed to look. Impulse admits he hasn’t got Ren’s stream up and can’t see how he looks, Ren admits that he hasn’t dared to turn the facecam on yet. Ren compliments how nice Impulse looks every time he streams and thinks it must take him a long time to get ready, but Impulse denies that. He does his hair once a week, puts glue in it, and is careful about how he sleeps. His wife is the closest thing to a stylist he has. She cut his hair for him for a long time. Ren talks about the value in learning a single hairstyle by muscle memory and doing it exactly the same everyday forever. Impulse agrees and tells a story about his vacation, where he couldn’t take his regular hair product. His hair was a mess his whole trip. Ren is very sympathetic. Chat thinks Impulse has bougie hair.

37:30 Ren is jealous because Impulse has a nicely-shaped head and can shave his hair off. Ren’s head is weird-shaped at the back and he has a mole, so he would look terrible if he shaved his head. He asks Impulse if he’d ever wear a toupee if he started going bald. Impulse says his dad is 70 and has a full head of hair, but he doesn’t think he’d be a combover guy. He’d probably do some kind of filler. Hopefully by that time there will be a pill or cream to grow hair. Chat is telling Impulse that the baldness gene comes down on the maternal side. Impulse reassures them that his mom also has hair. Ren says his mom is a Yeti, with very thick hair. Chat reminds Impulse that Rogaine is a thing. Ren shows off his boots, Impulse is impressed. He tells Ren that his Lore dropped today, and that it’s going to tickle Ren in all the right places. Ren is eager to see it. Impulse did make a mistake by tackling the biggest, hardest game first, and it is taking forever. Ren thinks maybe that was the right way to go, since it will regulate the size and speed of the other games.

41:00 Ren suddenly detects an INTRUDER at the truck. He shows Impulse where the actual door is and shoots a rocket at Pearl, who is standing just outside. She makes an indignant noise. Ren tells her that the oxygen out there is poisonous and full of spores, so she jumps down inside and asks Ren if he stream sniped her. Impulse also wants to know how Ren spotted Pearl. Ren says he saw the nametag through the ceiling. Pearl immediately compliments Ren on his new look. Impulse is chagrined at her superior powers of perception. He says this happens in real life with his wife too. Ren sits in the cockpit with Pearl and tells Pearl the whole embarrassing story of Impulse’s visit.

43:00 Pearl points out that she is good at seeing details, that she noticed right away that Iskall had a haircut earlier in the season. “Iskall had a haircut?” Ren asks. Pearl describes Iskall’s haircut test. Ren says there’s something different about Pearl too. Impulse says she looks older. They sing Happy Birthday to her while chasing her through the truck while she flees. She is embarrassed but thanks them. She asks Impulse for a thing. He doesn’t understand for a minute, but Chat does and helps out. Impulse provides the Birthday You-Yo. Chat celebrates. Pearl tells him he sounds better today than he did yesterday. They talk about getting sick on vacation and at cons. Pearl digs around in Ren’s shulker boxes. Ren objects, not very strenuously, and she tells him it’s her job. They point out it’s not the job of the postmaster to clean up messes, and the Cleaning Lady was Season 9. Apparently once a Cleaning Lady, always a Cleaning Lady.

46:00 Impulse asks if they have the shulker mod that shows what’s in the boxes. They do not. Impulse explains his retexture woes anyway. Someone drops a cake into the truck through the door for Pearl. Pearl suspects it was False. She sets down the cake just in time for Invisible False to pearl into the truck. Impulse and False give Pearl birthday punches, or False does while Impulse fails to punch. He blames his short arms. Ren comes back and puts a single candle on the cake and they all wish Pearl a happy first birthday. She says she doesn’t feel so old now. Pearl is not hungry enough to eat, so Ren and False give her more birthday punches. Birthday punches are not very effective when someone is wearing netherite armor. “Punch harder!” Pearl yells as she removes her netherite. Ren “punches” her with an axe. “Not that hard, not that hard!” she corrects, running away. She makes a wish and knocks the candle off the cake, then eats a bit. Ren asks what she wished, but she won’t tell or it won’t come true. He realizes that’s been his mistake all along.

49:00 Pearl eats most of the cake, then offers her friends a slice. Ren sets himself on fire to be hungry enough to eat. This alarms his friends. He finishes off the cake. They discuss the awkward IRL situation of one slice of cake left on the plate. None of them will eat it unless no one is watching and the party is nearly over. Ren asks if Pearl’s had a good birthday so far, but she points out that it is 2:48 in the morning, Pearl time, so there has not been much birthday yet. Ren asks if she has had cake anyway. Pearl says she doesn’t have a cake yet. She asks if they know that heated mousepads exist. False wants one immediately, Impulse wants the exact opposite of that. He tells them that the high in Phoenix today is 43 degrees Celsius (109 F). Nobody likes that. Chat is horrified. Pearl says no wonder he got sick, with that temperature change. Apparently it was 6 degrees in Alaska. (43 F) False said it was 15 (59 F) today in the UK. Ren has been keeping his eye on the prize and is still upset that Pearl doesn’t have IRL cake. Pearl promises that she’s going to have dinner with her family and she’ll get cake then, and she also had a strawberry doughnut.

54:10 There have been lots of Hermit birthdays recently. False and Gem both had birthdays recently, and someone else that they can’t remember. Chat knows it was Skizz. Pearl remembers Skizz, and Cleo as well. Ren thinks next year they need a birthday hall for the month of June. Pearl and False think about horoscope-themed buildings, with a really big one for Gemini. Ren thinks there’s another big batch in October, but it’s really just him. Chat points out that Geminis are born entertainers. Ren claims Bdubs as an October birthday. He reminisces about turning False’s base into a cake way, way back in Season 4. Pearl points out that as of today, the minimum Hermit age is 28. They are all getting old. Ren says they need a special celebration for when the minimum age hits 30. Impulse agrees and says they can hand out walkers to everyone. Ren suggests ear trumpets as well, while False suggests giant keyboards.

59:00 Impulse doesn’t realize how they got back to this topic when he and Ren were just talking earlier about losing their hair. False said she was listening, and educates Impulse on the existence of little tubs one can put one’s hair gel into for traveling. It takes Impulse a minute, but he figures out what she’s talking about. He says that’s a lot of work. False tells Pearl she’s a bit concerned for these guys. Pearl agrees and says they need Bdubs the hairdresser. False tries to sell them on the beneifts of long hair, but Pearl reminds her that it took her an entire day to find a bottle of hairspray in Michigan. Impulse fondly remembers the days when he used to shave his head so he wouldn’t have to do anything with it. He reiterates his story about only styling his hair once a week and using glue. False and Pearl are disgusted. He admits that is a slight exaggeration. Pearl suggests Impulse has a Lego haircut. Ren thinks Impulse just sleeps in the chair in his office and has his wife wake him up to stream. Pearl says this is why not having a facecam is the best option. Ren seems like he might be reconsidering his decision to facecam.

1:02:20 False starts teasing Ren about not uploading his VODs. Ren protests that he managed to upload a VOD just today. Impulse brags that it’s easy when you have two copies of OBS. The others are skeptical of this solution. False says no wonder it’s 40 degrees there, Impulse’s computer is on fire. Ren admires the teleprompter setup in Impulse’s office. Impulse says he likes it because staring at Chat makes them uncomfortable. Chat agrees. False stares deep into Chat’s eyes on all three streamers’ channels. They talk a little more about streaming setups. Ren declares Impulse the “smorterest” of the streamers. Impulse admits he needs to run an entire tech checklist to go live.

1:05:30 With all other conversational topics exhausted, the group decides to talk about food. Pearl is baffled that Impulse and Ren don’t like jam doughnuts. Ren clarifies that he doesn’t dislike jam doughnuts. Impulse says he doesn’t like being surprised by, like, banana doughnuts. Ren agrees and adds lime as a possibility. Pearl is horrified and says they need better doughnuts. Ren really wants to try an American Cinnabon. False tries to tell him they have Cinnabon in the UK. “Not like that,” Ren tells her. Pearl asks if any of them tried the salt doughnuts in Michigan. False and Impulse say no, Pearl says it was “really interesting” and “oddly enjoyable.” She recommends them, especially with the chicken salt she brought along. Ren is confused at “chicken salt on a doughnut.” Chat is confused by “chicken salt.” False says she’s going to salt a doughnut and complain to Pearl when it tastes bad. Pearl sputters for a minute, then demands to know whether any of them thought she was actually serious about salt doughnuts. Ren says she’s Australian, and Australians eat weird stuff. It seemed plausible. Pearl tells them she’s just Mission Possible’d all of them, that her mission was to convince them all that she’d already told them a story about something and that they’d just forgotten. Ren congratulates her, Impulse feels violated. Ren and chat are still hung up on the chicken salt thing. Pearl wonders suddenly if maybe she did it wrong, because she actually convinced them they were there for the story happening, not that they’d heard it before. They agree it counts.

1:11:00 False is a little sad that she can’t have a salted doughnut. Pearl demands to know how they can hate Vegemite and want salted doughnuts. False says Vegemite is too fishy. Pearl is mortally insulted. Impulse confirms it was Marmite and not Vegemite on the wings in Michigan. Vegemite and Marmite are similar but not the same. Ren asks if he really has to go all the way to Australia to taste Vegemite. Pearl slaps him and tells him if he actually comes to an event, she will bring him Vegemite. Impulse shills TwitchCon San Diego but Ren demurs, saying he can’t afford it. San Diego is very expensive. Pearl understands, she spent 5 grand for 5 days in Michigan. False says she might be out too, then. Impulse invites them all to stay with him and they’ll make the six hour drive each day to the con. Ren asks how much it costs to get one of those Scarbots to roll around the convention. Pearl says that if any of them want to come to Australia, they can stay at her place. Ren has family in Australia. They discuss Vegemite some more. Impulse didn’t like it on first bite, but sort of got the idea of why people might like it after a few bites. More Vegemite talk. Impulse sidebars to chat that he has no idea what he is doing, and that he has a tunnel to build. Chat assures him that they are happy and he should stay.

1:18:00 Ren mentions black pudding. Impulse asks the group what’s the weirdest thing they’ve ever eaten. Pearl says cow’s tongue. Impulse says he once went to a fancy restaurant in French Polynesia and didn’t know what he was eating. Later he looked it up and saw it was duck liver. It was really good. False admits she doesn’t know if she has a good answer for this question. Vegemite, she decides. Pearl smacks her. Ren says he likes everything he’s eaten except oysters, but the weirdest thing he’s eaten was a Mopane Worm in South Africa, a big caterpillar that gets deep fried. Pearl asks if they tasted like chicken, he says they taste like peanuts with an earthy aftertaste that is not nice. Impulse pushes False for a better answer; she says she almost ate crocodile once but the kitchen was closed. She says she once ate a weird fruit with a bad smell, she thinks it was durian. But also Vegemite. Pearl smacks her again. Chat is vouching for durian: smells bad, tastes great. Impulse says escargot is pretty good, mushroomy. Ren says escargot also has an earthy aftertaste, and the others begin teasing him about why everything tastes like dirt to him. Ren asks if none of them ate dirt as children. Pearl says she once ate a daisy. She decides to change her answer for “weirdest thing you’ve ever eaten.”

1:22:45 Pearl decides to get her Mission Possible book to make sure everyone agrees she succeeded the task. She blasts out the roof of the truck. Impulse decides to investigate the door to try and figure out why the lever didn’t work for him when he tried it. He clicks the lever and the door opens. He hits it again and the door closes, just in time for Ren to smash his head into it and visually clip through the roof. Chat is deeply amused. False and Ren are impressed on the timing of that. False realizes that if someone clicks the lever from inside, the lever outside doesn’t work. Ren is ashamed of his terrible redstone, but False says it’s good to have a door lock he can activate from inside. Impulse is just happy to know that he wasn’t the crazy one, even if he was the one who broke in through the windshield. He and False examine the decorations of the roof. Impulse is disappointed to know that they are still polluting the planet in the futuristic future.

1:25:00 Pearl returns and reads her task to the group. They agree that she completed the task in a way that is even better than was asked for, since she convinced Impulse that he was actually present for the story that never happened. They all fly to MP HQ to watch Pearl spin. False tells them that Skizz broke the machine when he spun, so she didn’t get anything on her spin. But it’s fixed now. Pearl collects her token and spins the wheel. She gets the Sword, which is a hat that looks like she’s got a diamond sword stuck in her head. The others pretend to pull it out. Impulse makes a Sword in the Stone joke. Ren says that Pearl’s brain is too dense to get the sword out. Pearl smacks him, but Impulse tries to convince her it’s a compliment. She is skeptical, but Ren is all in.

1:28:40 Grian logs in, tells everyone in chat “Just so you know, I’m off to play badminton,” then logs out. They decide that this is a clear case of FOMO. Impulse asks if that’s the game with the birdie. False scoffs and corrects “Shuttlecock.” Pearl confirms he’s thinking of the right game. They talk about Badminton for a few minutes. Impulse says that badminton is not really a thing in America; they play pickleball instead. Everyone is baffled. He tries to explain it. Pearl asks if it’s the game with the long stick and a tiny racket on the end ((possibly lacrosse?)) Impulse says no, but that’s it’s very popular. Ren says it’s a ridiculous name and needs to be changed. Impulse demands to know how they can call something a shuttlecock and think they have the high ground for naming anything. Ren says it’s just mini tennis. He has an idea. Hermitcraft table tennis Olympics, five day round-robin event. They’d sell out a stadium. False and Pearl are deeply skeptical. Impulse thinks they should play basketball. Doc and Mumbo against each other, Impulse vs. Bdubs, etc. Pearl says she wants to play against Skizz. Impulse is very into this idea now. Ren asks diffidently what the rules are. Impulse assures him it’s just regular street ball. Ren has never played basketball. He played NBA Jam on Sega. He asks if he’s allowed to SuperDunk. False and Pearl discuss Dodgeball. Ren wants to play Pool, so nobody gets hot and sweaty. False suggests Bowls. Ren and Pearl are very enthusiastic about the idea. Impulse is baffled. “Are you saying balls?” he asks. “BOWLS,” Ren corrects hastily. Chat is amused. Ren tells False she can never call him inappropriate again. She slaps him a couple times and calls him the guy who’s never played basketball instead.

1:35:40 Ren explains bowls to Impulse, taking exquisite care to pronounce “BOWLS” each time. Chat tells Impulse it’s bocce ball. Pearl also experience pronunciation problems with bowls. Ren asks if they’ve ever played croquet, everyone says they have. Ren excitedly suggests to Pearl that they could play cricket. Impulse is not sure how it’s played, Pearl and False tell him it’s like rounders and wickets, which is unhelpful. Impulse starts feeling like he’s in a fever dream. Pearl goes to get her new mission, but she’s not going to read it out loud. False gets a mission too. Ren already has a mission. Impulse steps up to get a mission, but the game is empty. It’s very disappointing. Ren thinks this might be an excellent opportunity to do his mission. Impulse asks if it was Ren’s mission to get him to say “balls,” because if so, he won. Ren asks if the missions all have to be secret. False says most of them are all “do something or say something without the person knowing.” She says Ren could never be a good secret agent.

1:40:30 Pearl’s chat is begging her to ask Ren and False to play Wordle. Impulse thinks it’s a great idea. False demands that Ren close his chat so they don’t cheat for him. Impulse asks Chat if they want to go watch. Chat very much wants to watch. Impulse played yesterday and already knows the word, but he was not streaming so Chat will only know the word if they watched Pearl’s stream (or read the exhaustive recap.) Pearl takes them all down into the basement, where she has been building the locker room to hold inventories. False asks if a locker room means they’re going to die. Pearl says she hasn’t installed that yet. She cleans up a little buit while False and Ren read the rules and empty their inventories. Impulse turns off his facecam and goes to have a bio break while Pearl, Ren and False entertain the chat.

1:43:00 Pearl explains the game to False and Ren. It’s very much like Wordle, but there are no repeated letters and all the letter tiles are named dyes and flowers. Impulse comes back and watches along with Chat. False and Ren try to decide a starter word. Ren tries to think of a five letter word that is just vowels. He decides to play “BEAUT” and Pearl agrees this is a word because she is Australian. He gets one letter, in the wrong place.

1:48:00 Time for Round 2. Ren thinks there are eight vowels. He gets straighened out and decides he needs a word with I and O. He decides on “OINKS.” Pearl says that’s okay, so long as he doesn’t mind sacrificing a choice. Ollie Orionsound raids into the stream. Ollie’s chat tells Impulse he was playing Among Us, Impulse is very excited. He misses Among Us so much and wants to play it again. Ollie says he will let Impulse know if they run it back Ren gets one letter in the right place.

1:52:00 Ren tries to think of a third word. Pearl tells False she’ll switch the word after Ren plays so False gets a good play too. False says no thank you. She suggests to Ren that he might do well with a pen and paper. Impulse tells Chat he knows this stream is a bit scuffed, but he’s been gone and he missed his friends. He will get back to building soon. Chat is not actually in any hurry to get back to building. Ren plays “FILED” and gets none correct. Pearl realizes that he should have gotten some right and asks if the game has broken for the first time. She is worried until Ren realizes that although he showed off his guess on the item frames, he did not actually feed his guess into the game. He wasted a guess by not putting in any letters. He places the letters into the hoppers and runs the word again. Three letters lock into place, the other two are correct and in the wrong place.

1:55:30 Ren realizes there is literally only one option given the board state and plays “FIELD.” He gets the win condition. Everyone cheers! Ren tells Impulse he could’ve given him a hint that he had the letters reversed. Pearl admits she laughed when Ren decided to play Filed and not Field. Ren cleans up the supplies and puts them away, then resets the game. False definitely does not want to play, but she thinks the game is great. They discuss Wordle strategy and starter words. Impulse uses TRACE or SOUND for most of his starters, Ren thinks ADEIU would be good to get the vowels out. Pearl debates options for getting the last missing letters into the game. The game can handle the whole alphabet, but she doesn’t have enough dyes for every consonant without retexturing.

2:01:50 Pearl asks if Ren got a prize. He says yes, it had flowers and dyes. She says yes, that’s what they all have. Ren was not paying attention and makes Pearl rehash the “Why not all the letters” discussion. False suggests retexturing new, fake dyes. Pearl is ambivalent. Everyone is very impressed by Pearl’s work making the game. Impulse says she’s definitely a redstoner now, and he likes how she left it visible under the copper grates. Pearl tells Ren about the randomizer she spent four hours building yesterday, just to make sure nobody could get any hints. Other than tiny tweaks, the game is fully done and tested. Ren says there’s one thing missing: an ender chest. If hermits are going to pay, they need a chest! Impulse takes advantage of the new chest to play some horns. Pearl is going to put up a leaderboard with books so Hermits can keep track of their own streaks. Ren says Impulse is going to dominate because he plays so much Wordle. False says they need to let the old folks win some games. Ren suggests a timed version of the game, much to Impulse and False’s horror. Impulse wants a version where he can make a guess, go build for awhile, come back and guess again, etc. Pearl will make the game harder if everybody wins all the time. Ren suggests a hard mode to the game. Pearl thinks it’s doable, except it will take a _lot_ of work. Impulse feels her redstoner pain. Ren suggests an ultra-hard-mode that is just Pearl singing a countdown song and saying random words the entire time.

A suggestion about playing “BALLS” as the guess leads to an explanation of why there cannot be double letters. Ren suggests audio recording of various useful information to appear at different times in the game, like Xisuma’s TCG setup in Season 9. They brainstorm ways this could work.

2:17:00 Pearl does a little troubleshooting of the system and plays the fail sounds so they can hear it. It’s very funny. False says she should make the losers feel worse. Pearl points out that anyone who fails can pay another diamond to try again. Ren and Pearl are ending their streams, but Impulse has only placed about seven blocks today and needs to get some work done. He realizes he never did figure out what Ren wanted his brain for. Ren admits he just wanted to show off his new skin. False examines the new skin and points out the shape on the back. There is an arrow pointing to Ren’s butt. Impulse makes a suggestion that might be more risque than he intended. Chat is very amused. Pearl and False think Ren’s new skin without the glasses look like Beef, XB and Sausage. Impulse says he’s a meat lover’s pizza, a little Beef and a little Sausage. Ren says the skin will not have a tail because while he wants to be a dog, he doesn’t want to be a furry. There is a brief conversation about whether the coccyx counts as a tail. Ren decides to flee.

2:22:20 Impulse decides to head home. He says hello again to chat. This stream was supposed to be super-productive and he wants to get at least something done today. He drops back into the tunnel and sings the Secret Tunnel song, then tells Chat about the tunnel lore. He places five blocks and gets attacked by a baby zombie. He gathers more torches to light up the nearby caves. He says they may change the name of the city to DoublePulse valley, after him and Bdubs both. Neither of them are written into the story, but the city can still be named after them.

2:26:00 Impulse notes that he got so distracted that his Spotify finished the stream-safe playlist and went on to play other music. This VOD may not be monetizable. Ren raids into the stream. Impulse places one row of blocks, then starts talking to chat. A chatter asks how he feels about ducks. He is good with ducks. A chatter tells him to Google Bulk Bronson, a wrestler who looks like Impulse. Impulse can see it a little bit. He places some more blocks and talks about his vacation. 15 days ago he went to Seattle with his whole family, spent a couple days there, then went on an Alaskan cruise.

2:30:00 Impulse talks about vacation. The first day they went to the space needle and, on Scar’s recommendation, the MoPOP Museum. Everyone was wearing Pearl Jam shirts, and he didn’t realize why until later when he learned there was a Pearl Jam concert that same night, in walking distance of the hotel. He debated paying scalper prices to go to the concert, but then didn’t. He regretted not doing it. They went on the glass floor of the Space Needle. Impulse is afraid of heights so it was a little intense. Impulse didn’t get a chance to meet up with Scar or Fwhip while he was in town. Pike’s Place Fish Market was a disappointment, they do not throw the fish anymore.

2:37:10 A skeleton attacks Impulse, he tracks down where it came from to mobproof. At the hotel bar on the first night in Seattle, one of the bartenders asked Impulse if he was a gaming YouTuber. The bartender said the front desk guy recognized him. This was funny because Impulse was talking on the podcast the other week about how he never got noticed outside of cons. The cruise left on a Friday morning, headed for Alaska. It was a nice ship, a big ship, with an overwhelming amount of food. After the first couple of nights he felt sick from too much food and they stopped doing reserved dinner. There was a lot of food.

2:40:50 It took the ship two days at sea to reach Alaska. On those days, they found activities on the ship. There was a volleyball competition with one group of very skilled players who dominated everyone. Impulse’s youngest daughter plays volleyball and was very into it, so they went to watch. A guy at the tournament recognized Impulse and asked if he was Impulse. (That was Noah from the beginning of the stream.) Later they were going around the ship and there was a thing where they hide ducks on the ship. Kids can look for the ducks. Impulse’s daughter was looking for ducks, walking every level of the ship, every nook and cranny. It was a big walk. They went into a music hall to re-hide a duck she found, and while they were in there a kid approached Impulse and asked if he was Impulse. That was Colin from Tennessee, and he was very polite. Impulse’s daughter is 12 and now she thinks her dad is famous. Chat thinks Impulse is famous too. Another day went by on the cruise. Impulse and his family were going home from the pool, waiting for the elevator. Cruise ship elevators are slow, so eventually they decided to take the stairs. They went down four flights, and Impulse heard a little commotion of girls giggling above them. A woman stuck her head over the banister and asked “Are you a YouTuber? My daughters want to know.” Impulse was like “Yup.” So he met a mom and a couple of teens in the stairwell and took a picture. Impulse’s wife did not know what to do. She heard them yell “Impulse” at the top of the stairs, but she didn’t stop. It was maybe a little weird for her. Impulse’s daughter thought it was the best, though. Impulse suspects it might be because he was wearing his Life Series hoodie. He decided to stop wearing it, but his daughter put it on instead. Getting noticed was pretty fun, overall.

2:50:00 The cruise went to Sitka, a cool small town in Alaska. They had great fish and chips. Impulse pauses to consider the next steps of building. He’s actually making pretty good progress now. In Alaska they saw some whales, though not close up. The weather was cold but otherwise great, no rain. After Sitka they went to Skagway, but Impulse doesn’t remember what they did. He thinks they took a cool train ride. He is out of smooth slabs and leaves the tunnel to cook some rocks back at his base. Skagway had some interesting food, but it was good. Impulse was eating basically one big meal a day, but it was always good. The ship went to Juneau next, where they went on a dogsledding tour. They didn’t do the helicopter glacier tour because it was wildly expensive.

2:54:20 Impulse is caught up in his story and shoves his buckets of lava into the Smithing Input barrel. Chat informs him of this fact instantly, but he doesn’t catch it right away. “Nooo!” he cries when he notices it. He dives into the redstone and falls down a hole before escaping and climbing up into the smelter. He needs to stop the smelter from smelting itself. He mostly succeeds. He shows Chat some pictures from the dogsledding tour. There was no snow when they visited, so the dogs in the photo are pulling a wheeled cart. They look like very good doggos. After the cart ride, they got to meet the puppies. There is a picture of Impulse with a large and fluffy puppy, looking about as happy as he can be. Chat is charmed. Impulse says the puppy was very heavy and so cute.

2:58:00 The ship went past Dawes glacier. Glaciers are cool, and they got very close. Impulse talks about what glaciers are made of and shows a picture of a blue glacier. He gets a large dono and a nice message from a disabled vet starting his own channel. Impulse is touched and wishes him luck. He reads some other donos and subs. He talks again about going from 8C to 43C, but admits he got sick before they even got back, so it probably wasn’t the temperature. He did his best to wash his hands and use sanitizer, but cruises are disease vectors. On the last day of the cruise, they stopped in Victoria, British Columbia. Impulse woke up feeling a little sick. Victoria is a beautiful place and the weather was really nice. Impulse’s wife found a place that was supposed to have the best poutine in Victoria. They went to a pub called Irish Times and had poutine. Chat has a brief internal argument over the pronunciation of poutine. Impulse describes poutine (fries, brown gravy, fresh cheese curds but not like from Culvers, the unbreaded squeaky kind). The poutine was amazing. As he was enjoying his poutine, though, he realized he was sick. He got back on the boat and went to bed. His youngest daughter (the older two were there too, but they did their own thing on the boat most of the time) liked the bands, so she and her mom went to watch music while Impulse stayed in the room and ran a fever. He rested through the night, but woke up still sick and had to travel that way. They rushed off the boat so as not to miss their flight, and then the flight got delayed. He did his best not to complain and not to get germs on people. Eventually the plane did leave and they went home. Impulse spent two days in bed with his wife out on the couch and away from the germs. Impulse shills briefly for Factor Wellness Shots. He took every remedy he had available. After three days he started to feel better. He did not get a COVID test, but he’s much better now. It was an awesome trip with a lousy ending, but he got lots of good memories. It’s also probably the last time he’ll have a vacation with his whole family, parents and kids, together in the configuration they are now, so he wants to remember it.

3:13:00 Impulse thanks subs and donos. A chatter tells him a joke. He needs to figure out this music situation because Spotify keeps randomly picking nonsafe music after it finishes its playlist. The same thing happened to Skizz yesterday and Impulse should’ve been prepared, but he wasn’t. A chatter asks how long he’ll be streaming and he says not long. He has a podcast to record today. He shows chat how the wall light decoration works. He is justifiably proud of this. He reads off more subs and donos. He can’t believe how little progress he made today, but he had no “regerts.” He finds a random brick while digging and realizes he has almost dug into the other water elevator for Bop ‘n Go. Disaster narrowly averted.

3:17:40 A chatter asks for the podcast topic this week. Impulse says it’s dealing with failure. Most of the podcast episodes assume people can set goals and be successful at them, but they’ve never really talked about what happens when you fail and how you come back from it. He promises to keep it light, even inspirational. It’s important to embrace failure as a good thing. He hopes it’s a relatable topic, since everybody’s been there. He teases week after next with the possibility of another guest. They have a lot of people they want to get on the show, so they might have guests more often. Chat is enthusiastic and full of guesses.

3:21:00 Impulse look back and shakes his head about not even completing one full section. A chatter asks when he will come to the Netherlands. He says he’d like to one day. A chatter thanks him for inspiration to start streaming. Impulse places a few more blocks, then decides it’s time to wrap things up. He hasn’t even set up for the podcast yet. He is a slacker and Skizz is going to mock him for it. He notices that Cleo is streaming, so at least he has someone to raid into. He talks a bit more about the podcast topic for the week. A chatter asks if he reads podcast comments on Spotify. He says he does but not often, because they’re very hard to get to.

3:26:00 Impulse wraps up the stream and thanks chat for coming. It was a good coming-back stream. He reminds Chat to please, please, please watch the new video with its Important Lore. He thanks subs and donos. He tells chat he is not going to TwitchCon Rotterdam, but he will be at TwitchCon San Diego. He will double-stream on Friday, announcement soon! He raids into Cleo and ends his stream.

[kywaslost]

Hii!! I hope you are having a good day❤

Would it be okay to ask some comfort with Hawks (or Izuku) where the reader feels like they are always annoying him and apologizing about it a lot.

Like they feel like they might be too clingy at times, or that they are talking too much when getting excited about something. Or if they ask him to do something small like asking for a water they immediately say something like "actually no, I'm sorry I can get it for myself."

Basically they are just afraid they are being annoying and he would eventually start hate them for it and leave

(I love your writings so much!!❤ Reading them makes me always smile! :3 I hope you had good Christmas!❤)

You Don’t Bother Me - Izuku

A/N: Hey! My day’s been alright, hope you’re having an amazing day <3 I love this idea so much because this is my thought process lol. I always find that my writings are better when I can have some sort of personal connection with them :) And I’m so glad you like my writings, that makes me so happy!! I hope you had an amazing Christmas as well!!!!

Most people have the slight thought pass through their mind from time to time, ‘am I annoying?’. Of course, there are some who don’t give a care in the world, and those are the people no one can stand most of the time. Then there are the ones who sometimes act on this thought, maybe opting out of certain actions or choosing not to say certain things just to be a more likable person. Finally, there are the ones who overthink this thought. They stew over it endlessly, which only ends up with them convinced to the high heavens that they are the most bothersome person around and no one likes them.

Alright, maybe you didn’t take it that far, but you most certainly were one of the few people who overthink about their status with others. Especially your boyfriend Izuku Midoriya. He was just so sweet and kind to you that you sometimes felt like maybe he thought it was a chore to help you with things or to do things for you.

You weren’t sure when you first thought he may be annoyed by you. Maybe it was the time when you asked him for an emergency study date for math because you had an exam the next day and were lagging behind in class a bit. You felt bad because Izuku already had work studies with Endeavor and he looked worn down, but nevertheless, he smiled softly and said, “Sure. I’ll meet you in your dorm in about half an hour.”

That night, as you lay in bed, you began to think of every time Izuku had inconvenienced you. The countless times he had helped you with homework, or dropped whatever he was doing to calm you down when you got anxious or scared. That happened often. You rolled over, pulled your blanket tighter around yourself, and tried to sleep away the thoughts.

A few days later, you were hanging out in Izuku’s room. You both had the day off and chose to spend the day together. Izuku had just gotten out of the shower and flopped down on his bed when you walked into the room. Your movements were quick and it startled the boy.

“Are you alright, Y/N?”

You huffed, blowing hair from your eyes as you turned to your boyfriend. You began to pace as you answered, “I’m fine. Just frustrated.”

“Why?” Izuku sat up, all of his attention on you as you began to ramble.

“I was playing Minecraft with (best friend), you know, my friend from middle school, and we had cheats on to keep inventory. We decided I could use commands to find the location of the nearest stronghold, which was 1071 blocks away.” You went on to explain how you spent an hour and a half mining to the strong hold just for it to be a staircase and 1 room. No hallways, no portal room.

The more in detail you got in your little rant, the more you began thinking that Deku would rather talk about something else, or how this is just an inconvenience for him. As you neared the end of your tale you spoke slower and a lot quieter. “Sorry. You probably didn’t want to hear all of that.”

Izuku laughed gently, shaking his head. “I don’t mind Y/N. I love hearing your rants.” He stood up and pulled you into a hug, resting his chin on your head with a smile. “Now what do you want to do today?”

As time passed you couldn’t help but feel like you were bothering Izuku. When deciding what to eat for lunch, Izuku insisted he’d make whatever you wanted since you were much more of a picky eater than he was. You felt bad, because you knew he didn’t particularly like what you were craving at the moment. And then you felt bad because he was cooking for you.

“No, Izu, I can make lunch myself,” you smiled slightly. “I know you don’t really like (favorite food).”

“I’ll cook whatever you want me to,” he smiled back. “Really, it’s no bother.”

When the two of you went to train later in the afternoon, you finally met your breaking point. You felt so bad for Izuku. In your mind, he had to deal with you and put you before himself. You had to start training on what you needed to work on, and breaks had to be taken whenever you were feeling weary. Every time you asked Midoriya if he needed a break because he was looking worn down, he’d deny it and keep training.

During one of your breaks, you fell to the ground and let the coolness of the floor cool you off. You had finished off your water bottle on the last break, so you had nothing to drink for the moment.

“Y/N, I’m going to go get a snack, would you like anything?” your boyfriend asked, looking down to you on the floor.

“Yeah, can I have some water? I drank all of mine.” The second the words left your mouth, you regretted them. You didn’t want to annoy Izuku more than you thought you already had. “Actually, I’m sorry. I can get it myself.” You pushed yourself up on your feet, swaying slightly.

Izuku placed a hand on your shoulder to steady you, frowning. “Hey, no, don’t be sorry. I can get it. You need to rest for a moment.”

You shook your head, tears brimming your eyes. And then you cried, covering your face with your hands.

Your sudden outburst startled Izuku, and his arms immediately wrapped around you in a tight hug. “Honey, what’s wrong? Are you overworked? Did I do something?”

You took a moment to cry into your boyfriend’s chest, gripping his sweaty shirt. It took a while, but your sobs finally died down to soft whimpers and you were able to speak again. “I feel so bad for annoying you,” you sniffled. “I”ve been bothering you a lot recently. I’m just afraid you’re going to have enough of it and break up with me because I’m too clingy. I--”

Izuku cuts you off, hugging you tighter. “Baby, you aren’t bothering me. You don’t annoy me. You aren’t clingy, Y/N.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and sighed. “I figured something was going on. You’ve been apologizing a lot more. I was worried about you. But I’m glad you’ve told me what’s going on.” He gently pushed you to sit down on the bench behind you, then wiped the tears from your eyes with his thumb. “I’m going to get you some water and a snack. Then we’ll head back to the dorms. We’re going to spend the rest of the evening talking through this.” He smiled softly. “I want you to feel comfortable, n/n. I love you. I hope you know that.”

Izuku spent the rest of the night helping you work through your feelings. He reassured you that you were never a bother to him and that he would do anything for you. He ordered your favorite take-out, put on your favorite tv show, and cuddled you in his bed. Deku hated that you felt this way, and he promised to work with you on your self-esteem around him.

[deejadabbles]

I am here to stir the pots thots! After the delicious ideas that arose in this post (especially in the comments lol) I couldn't get this idea out of my head. @blueink-bluesoul I hope this is a fitting apology for adding to your WIPs 😜

(Implied) Hunter x reader x Hound

warnings for: highly suggestive themes (Minors DNI) jealous and possessive Hunter, predator/prey elements and vibes, scent kink, mentions of alcohol.

Hunter had never considered himself a possessive man.

Slow to trust? Sure. Protective of his loved ones? Absolutely. Overly protective of some? Well, he was too big of a man to wave off the notion without thought.

But possessive?

Hunter had never considered it, or jealously, for that matter. That is, until he met Hound. More specifically, until he saw the way you lit up around Hound.

You had spent the first year of the war on Coruscant, working closely with the Corrie Guard, until your skills landed you with the Bad Batch. It made sense that you had...old friends, that some of the boys in red and white had gotten your affection long before you even met Hunter and the others.

Logically, he knew that, but even still, Hunter couldn't deny the clench of anger that filled his chest when he saw you run at the ARF trooper with that adorable smile. And he certainly couldn't deny the growl that escaped him when said trooper scooped you up in his arms and held you tight.

He couldn't stay annoyed at the other man for long, though, especially not when Hound was so enthusiastic as he pulled Hunter into a brotherly hand shake when you introduced them. Still, with you squished between them in a booth at 79's, Hunter couldn't shake the nagging urge to pull you against him every time Hound rubbed your shoulder or nuzzled against your skin. Especially since you giggled every time he did it.

"You know, Hound, I think Hunter's the only trooper that may have your tracking skills beat."

That brought him out of his possessive musings, your praise like music to his ears. Hound did not seem bothered by your comment, if anything, the ARF trooper quirked a brow in interest.

"Oh yeah? That's high praise coming from you, cyare. That true, Sarge?"

Tech was always the best one at bragging (or, "stating fact" as he called it) but somehow, Hunter couldn't find it in himself to be humble right now.

"I'm the best tracker in the GAR," but, because he still had a nice side, he added, "I'm sure you've got some skills too, though."

That made Hound laugh, a bark of a thing, staying true to his name. "Oh, that almost sounded like a challenge, brother."

"Ooo," you smiled into your drink, eyes darting between the two of them, "now that's something I'd like to see."

Hunter flicked his eyes down to you, and he liked the way you squirmed a little under his half-lidded gaze. "Maybe we should test our skills against each other." He looked back up at Hound, who was wearing a mischievous, toothy grin.

"I'm in, how do you want to do this?" The way Hound looked down at you, much in the same way Hunter couldn't keep his eyes off you, gave the sergeant an idea.

"You wanna help us, mesh'la?" Hunter asked, making sure his tone was low, the tone that he new made your heart race.

Your throat clenched as you swallowed, "How would I do that?"

Hound made a knowing sound, his grin somehow getting wider. "I think he wants us to track you, sweetheart. Wants us hunt you across Coruscant."

Oh, Hunter could feel your reaction to that and if all this time around you in the tight quarters of the Marauder hadn't taught him a new level of self control, he might have given into the urge to slip his hand down your body right there.

Instead, Hunter said, "Catching you would be the best prize, after all."

Maker, if he could smell your excitement already, what state would you be in when they track you down and caught you like a scared doe?

"Al-" you had to clear your throat, "Alright, I'll be your little prize."

Hound sounded more like a cat when he purred, "That's the brave girl I remember. This is going to be fun."

Hunter scooted back in his seat, allowing you just enough room to squeeze past him and leave the booth. "We'll give you a head start, mesh'la. Don't make this easy on us."

If you were shocked at the abruptness of the command, you didn't let it show. Instead, you downed the last of your drink, made sure your perfect ass brushed against him as you climbed out of the booth, and scurried away at a fast pace.

Hunter could feel something primal stirring low in his stomach, and, sitting beside him, he knew Hound was feeling the same thing.

[tai-janai]

Whole bunch of speculation that may go no where.

To get chapter III in Witch, we either fight her, abandon her (Wild) or give her the blade (Thorn). To get the Witch vessel it's trying to leave together (regardless of who betrays who or success).

To get Chapter III in Spectre you can repeatedly try to slay/grab her, abandon her, refuse possession or break her bones (Wraith). To get the Spectre vessel you allow her to possess you (regardless if you choose to leave or slay her afterwards).

Us leaving with Sly Spectre feels similar to leaving with Witch, leading to chapter II vessels. And us getting Sly Spectre Vessel.

Possession by the Sly Spectre (in which we would of gotten Maze) feels a bit similar to giving Witch the knife. We're giving her the power (blade or our body) over us. There's the theme of agency so far in STH. Giving her the blade would give her control over the situation (and prevent us from repeating what we did last time). But would that be too similar to letting Spectre possess us? In which it's a Chapter II Vessel. Though perhaps continuously fighting her will bring us the Chapter II Vessel as we continue to deny her (like Sharp Damsel). But instead of looking at how to get Chapter III, let's focus more on the individual heroines.

Sly Spectre has a lot of Witch's anger and suspicion. She doesn't think much of our apology. She has the same desire to leave like Spectre, but like Witch, she does plan to betray you when she gets her moment (from what we know of Maze). With this in mind;

Wavering Witch may not hold the same grudge as Witch does, being more like Spectre. She doesn't seem that mad at us when we kill her, more confused. She goes out of her way to show she doesn't have an interest in fighting back by dodging us instead of attacking back. Like giving us a chance to back off. That we didn't take obviously. She seems more keen in discussing with us.

That doesn't mean she won't try to attack us back, if we continue to disregard her mercy.

I am curious what aspects of Witch she will retain. She is the Wavering Witch. Perhaps she plans to still try to escape with us but if we continue to make her feel threaten, she'll decide it's better us dead. Like Spectre with the heart. But then again, that's tying more to her Spectre qualities than Witch whoops.

ANYWAYS, this is just a whole bunch of thoughts! This was meant to be a short ask haha. Just thought you may want to hear, tough I may be waayyyyy of mark lol

Can you tell I'm excited for Witch?

hehehe.!!! i mean if you keep shooting, eventually one thing or the other will hit yeah ? hehe

there's a lot that's pretty exciting here, im glad to see youre relating what you know from the sly spectre. (there is one part in particular i keep giggling menacingly at,)

it'll be fine ! i think it will make quite a bit more sense when you actually see the girl ! though of course that will be after you make the big route-altering decision ;>

m so glad people are excited. i hope im not hyping her up too much shes just eheheehehee ><

[theflyindutchwoman]

Just a preemptive apology for spewing this all in your inbox lol 😅

I agree that this felt like the beginning of the larger conversation about uc. I feel like a lot of this storyline requires patience and that's why some people arent the biggest fans of it lol. It took this long just for Tim to get out of denial about his feelings. It's a pretty big issue so I feel like it would be unsatisfying and boring if all it took was one scene and one conversation to fix it.

Plus from Lucy's perspective, uc is something she's been working towards since she was a rookie (except for in season 4 cause I think the writers forgot lol). So I can imagine it would take a lot for her to drop it completely. Especially with her story before the show being her trying to find a career, it would make sense she would cling to something she likes and is good at. I mean she can still be a detective but detective and uc are probably so intertwined in her mind at this point.

I don't know I just don't think the whole thing is as cut and dry as some people think. I'm excited to see where they go with it in the rest of this season. Especially with all the bts pictures we've gotten and how they may fit into this 👀

To be fair, there's patience and there's "waiting for 3 seasons for this storyline to move forward", if you know what I mean ;) Jokes aside, I feel like I'm one of the few who actually enjoy this arc so, in my case, I'm really glad that we are finally digging into this. It has felt stagnant for quite some time, and for good reasons.

Like you said, it apparently has taken this long for Tim to realise how much in denial he has been… And my guess is, he's not the only one here. I appreciate that this is used as a way by the writers to explain why this conversation has been postponed for so long : after all, Lucy has never made a secret that this was the career she wanted and Tim has encouraged her all along (minus the hiccups at the beginning). He knew that when he said they were worth the risk. So they needed to come up with a valid reason as to why it would be a problem. One that wouldn't invalidate Tim's feelings or decision. And now that this is out in the open, we can hopefully focus on Lucy's side of the story. On whether she is in denial too. On her fears - because I refuse to believe she doesn't have any. I do believe that she loves undercover. But like she admitted herself, she has only done short ops. Ops that sometimes went wrong but without any lasting consequences. So while she probably missed her friends and all during those missions, it's entirely different from missing out on a whole year. I'm not sure she has allowed herself to be entirely honest with herself on the subject.

And that's another thing. Her life has changed quite a lot since she decided to pursue an undercover career. Back then, she was pretty much on her own. But now, she has a family. And she lost her closest friend. Things that tend to make you think differently. I don't mean that she can't have the career that she wants, just that these types of events usually makes one reconsider their plans. In a way, this dream of being a UC has been her constant through all of this. And as someone who struggled for close to a decade to find her dream job, I can understand why she doesn't really question it. Not to mention that time and time again, we have seen how Lucy needs to talk things out in order to process them… And she hasn't been able to do that here. Like when she was offered the spot at the UC Academy. She went to see Nyla but it didn't do much. She needed Tim but with all the baggage between them at the time, she barely got to open up about her feelings. He is her sounding board but in this situation, it makes things more complicated. Her feelings for UC and for Tim are so intertwined that she doesn't know how to unravel this whole web. It is so convoluted together. She always shows some concerns about how it will affect their relationship. But not how it will affect HER. Like in 5.20 when she brushed away Tim's question. That's why I like that Tim's feelings might be out of the way first, so we can dig deeper into Lucy's. She has been so focused on Tim that she has neglected herself in the process. And that's also why I loved Chastity's comment. Because it was thrown casually by someone who is on the outside, and far more objective than the team could ever be. And hopefully, this is what starts an introspection from Lucy.

I don't think the writers necessarily forgot about her wanting to do undercover in s4 : she was at the beginning of her P2 career so it made sense for her to focus on that first. But she was still behind two UC ops. The second one being the catalyst for both her relationship with Tim and her career in UC moving forward. It's also no coincidence that Tim has always been involved in her UC ops. Either on the lookout (3.06 and 5.07), as her case officer (5.21), as the one going undercover under her supervision (4.07 and 4.22) or with her (5.01). The only time he wasn't involved from the get-go was during her first solo op (3.14) and even then, he managed to convince Nyla to keep him in the loop. It gave them a sense of safety. So it would be good to see an undercover mission where they can't keep in touch at all. And IF he is really going undercover for a couple of episodes as we have speculated, it would be interesting to see how it would affect them both to be on the other side of the equation. It would offer them a perspective of what the other would go through. That said, I still hope Lucy get to experience herself what it's like to do a long-ish op before making any decision. This has been her storyline above all. But in any case, I can't wait to see where this is going. (And I'm sorry, I feel like I went off on a tangent here and hijacked your reply lol).

[astarionancuninswife]

gone. (oc x astarion)

Day two of Baldur's March challenge! "One of the companions has been gone from camp for a long time."

Of course I had to pick Astarion as the companion that's been gone for a long time! I'm picturing this being right after running into the gur in the swamp area and Astarion just needed a moment to himself after realizing Cazador is looking for him.

word count: 1094

warnings: Luci slightly panicking and being a touchy-feely gal? idk lol

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“He should be back already,” Luci’s breathing hasn’t grown any lighter in the past half hour and her pacing had become obvious by the worn down ground beneath her feet, “It’s been an hour, where is he? I should go look for him.”

“I’m sure he’s fine, Lu,” Karlach tries to reassure the leader of the ragtag group.

Wyll nods next to the red tiefling, “And he can fend for himself just fine if he’s not. Have some faith.”

“But what if he’s hurt?! What if a gur finally found him and is dragging him back to that… that… monster right now?”

“Luci, you need to calm down before you worry yourself sick,” Gale hands her a cup of water, giving her a look daring her to reject the drink until she finally takes a gulp to regulate herself, “Good, there, now please sit down, at least.”

The pink woman huffs as she plops down in front of the log that they used as a makeshift bench by the fire, leaning her head on Shadowheart’s legs, “He said he wouldn’t be long…” she mutters as she watches the flames of the fire dance in front of her.

The others are quiet, all deciding that fussing at Luci anymore wouldn’t exactly help her calm down. Gale gently nudges her arm to encourage her to take another drink of her water, but otherwise there is no interrupting her zoning out. That is until a new voice is heard approaching.

“Ugh, why are we all just sitting around looking so glum? Can't any of you be doing anything exciting for me to come back to?” Astarion complains as he walks over to the group. Within a split second of him being even just mere feet from them, Luci launches herself at him and wraps her arms around his shoulders, pulling a loud “oof!” from the vampire.

“You’re back!” She exclaims, squeezing her arms gently before pulling back and putting her hands on either side of his face, “Are you okay? Did you get hurt? Did you run into any more gur?” She shoots questions off at lightning speed as she turns his face one way and another before grabbing his arms to look over them for injuries.

“I… uhh…” the vampire blinks at her reaction, looking over at the others for help in the situation. 

“Luci,” Shadowheart says, holding back a giggle, “I think he’s okay. Quit smothering him.”

The young woman pauses and takes a step back at that, “Sorry! I wasn’t meaning to smother you!” She apologizes quickly, still looking over Astarion for anywhere he may have gotten hurt, “I was just… I was worried…”

Astarion looks at her for a moment, “Worried… about… me?” He asks, waiting for the punchline.

“Of course! We just found out that Cazador has sent out hunters out for you and you decide to leave camp without anyone else with you?!” She lets out a deep breath with a frown, her concern turning into anger that he was in disbelief, “You lot for some reason think me some sort of leader, which I still think is stupid of each and every one of you when we literally have a githyanki warrior, the Blade of Frontiers, and a soldier from the Hells in this group,” she pauses for a moment when she realizes her rambling nature coming through, “Whatever, but if that’s my role here, then that means I have to keep you all safe, and that includes you, Mr. Fangs,” she pokes his chest to make her point and to hopefully distract him from the tears welling up in her eyes, “You can’t just go off by yourself when you are literally being hunted right now. I… I couldn’t live with myself if I ever found out you got hurt. I was about to go out there and kick whoever’s butt might have gotten hold of you.”

“This is true,” Lae’zel finally speaks up, saving the poor sage from her babbling, “She was ready to grab one of our weapons and go searching for you.”

“She almost grabbed a bow, could you imagine that?” Karlach tries to lift the spirits with a jest at the other tiefling.

Gale chuckles, “Hey, she is getting better with a bow and arrow.”

Luci sniffles as she crosses her arms, closing herself off with embarrassment running through her veins now. Astarion takes a moment to take everything he was told in and not taking a single second to think over his next movement, knowing if he does that it won’t be as authentic as Luci deserves now, “Well, darling,” he gently puts a hand on her arm, giving her a genuine smile as she looks up at him, “I appreciate your worry. Truly. As unnecessary as it is.”

“It’s very necessary, asshole,” she mumbles before looking down again, “Sorry for jumping on you and hugging you without saying anything first. That wasn’t nice of me.”

Astarion chuckles as he shakes his head, “Just be mindful in the future.”

“I’ll try, but, ugh! I love hugs so much, it kills me there like three people in this group who refuse hugs!” She says dramatically, putting the back of her hand on her forehead between her horns, “I’m wasting away, don’t you know?!”

“And here we thought Astarion was the drama queen of this party,” Shadowheart stage whispers to Karlach.

“You know, you can still give her hugs,” Astarion says to their leader in the same volume as the Shar devotee, “As punishment for the teasing.”

“Yeah, but she allows hugs already so it’s not as satisfying,” Luci jokes back and smiles at the vampire, “I’m glad you’re okay, Astarion.”

He feels his heart be tugged at by her puppy dog eyes. She can’t lie to save her life, so there’s nothing but truth in her words. He hates how soft he’s starting to feel for the sweet tiefling, but he shakes it off for now. He gives her a smile back and nods, “You can relinquish any fears now, I’m perfectly fine, well as fine as I can be in our condition.”

“Ugh, why did you have to remind me? This was such a nice moment,” she huffs and turns to her tent, “Now I gotta go strategize and do all that shit like I was supposed to be doing before I realized you were gone…”

“Have fun with that, darling,” he laughs, going back to his own tent and silently mulling over the pink woman’s reaction to him being gone longer than expected.

[yourlocalbigtittyedbitch]

Hi can you write abt zdog x female reader where they are in the talking stage and recently made out but zdog slept with one of the other recoms and reader saw them and ran to her room crying till she fell asleep and after that she started ignoring zdog and zdog is confused abt why reader is ignoring her and asks her but ends up in an argument and they stop talking for a while but zdog surprises her with cute flowers from the forest and they go on a date and they confess their love for eachother and zdog is crying hard while apologizing and they end up dating and just all over eachother and the other recoms start to get annoyed cause you can’t say anything bad about one of them without the other saying something back. Please take your time with this and it’s ok if you don’t want to write it

                           𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔

       A Z-Dog x Human!Female reader!!

Warning's: angst, reader crying her poor lil' eyes out, some arguing, Z teasing you and giving you cute lil' nicknames! Lyle getting his ass beaten.. (again,) and a vary happy in fluffy end,

synopsis: you had recently made out with Zdinarsk. But someone comes up to her, sporting her hickeys and bite marks. (Reader also has a avatar body.)

Note: this was fun to write! And I'm sorry if it may sound bad. I don't think I can do anything atm for a while, since I don't feel my best lol! Also I hope you have a great week love!!

Remembering what had happened earlier made your body tingle with excitement, remembering what her lips felt like against yours, or how she nipped and kissed at the nape of your neck. While having you bent over a desk, oh how you wish she didn't stop, or how you wished she did more than just that little make out session. Snapping out of your deep thoughts as you continued your conversation with her

"Ah, I'm sorry that your guy's mission failed." You adjusted your hoodie. You had gotten as a gift from Z-Dog since it was always cold in the building. It was also your favorite color "eh, shit happens princess." Princess was one of the meny nicknames she called you. Since she usually spoils you with something, but the nickname couldn't help but make you blush and look away, hearing someone walking closer too the both of you, it was Prager. "Hay Z." He spoke. She nodded her head at him, acknowledging his presence she looked back down at you, while you noticed the hickeys on his neck "ohh.. I see someone's been busy" you giggled softly. Prager smirked and earned a chuckle from him, "yeahh.. Z-Dog really did leave a few marks on me," wait.. what did he just say? It felt like your heart fell out of place, and shattered into a thousand pieces. "Heh, yeahh. That really was a fun night." She chuckled as she casually chewed on the gum in her mouth. "I..  I'm sorry. I have to go." You said softly, as the stinging pain of tears pricked at your eyes as you turned around and began to quickly walk away. Trying your hardest not to cry, as the sound of your shoes hitting the floor echoed."whats with her?" Prager asked, Z-Dog just srugged as she blu a bubble with her bubblegum.

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      With a loud slam! You had closed and locked your door. Before backing away and walking over to your bed.. as those hot tears poured from your innocent eyes. "I'm so stupid.." you muttered "I-I.. I shouldn't have.. you collapsed onto your bed, not even taking off your shoes, as you hugged a pillow tightly, hiding your face in it. As you sobbed your poor heart out. Outside your room. Only a quiet muffle of sobs could be heard..

     You had fallen asleep from crying so harshly, you didn't know how late it was untill someone knocked on your door. Waking you from your slumber, rubbing a eye with one of your hands, "mmh.. what time is it?" You muttered to yourself before sitting up and getting off the bed, you walked over to the door. Reaching out for the door knob, you unlocked it. And twisted the knob, opening it. It was Mansk "holy shit. You okay?" He asked as he saw you. Your hair was disheveled as your eyes where red and puffy, with your eyelashes sticking together. "Just peachy. What do you want Mansk?" You asked, your voice didn't seem to be as happy or excited anymore. And your eyes, they looked so sad, as your lips where pulled into a soft frown. "Oh, well- its time for dinner. And I didn't see you with Z-Dog, so I assumed you where in your room again." You only hummed in response before looking down "I.. I'm not hungry, so don't worry about me." You spoke, but before you gave him the chance to speak. You closed the door, and locked it again.

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     Its been two weeks now, since you've been avoiding her every time she'd try to confront you, you slipped away. Even had Mansk let you know when she was around or nearby. But this time? Yeah no he wasn't there. ...great. and so you hid away in your office, filling some paper work with your head down. Absorbing yourself in work to the point you didn't notice the knock at the door. She cleared her throat, which made you stop. Leaning back in your chair, you hoped to god it wasn't her.. anyone but her. "Kitty? Why have you been avoiding me?" Your heart dropped, it was her. Fuck, fuck fuckfuckfuck... you're screwed, so. Fucking. Screwed. "..." you turned your head away from her, not wanting to look at her face. "Please leave.." your voice was shaking, as tears started to prick your eyes. She ducked under and into the doorway as she walked into your office. She walked behind you and placed her hands on either side of your desk. Caging you between the desk and her "tell me.. why have you been avoiding me doll?" She spoke right in your ear as she inched closer, her tail brushing up against your leg "I.. why.." she tilted her head in confusion "why what?" You sniffled softly "if you like him.. why do you spoil me? And flirt with me?" You muttered "baby.. its nothing like that." She spoke, those nicknames.. the same ones you'd always get so flustered over, glancing over at her big arms.. fuck, why was she so hot? Seeong her muscles flex as she edjusted her position, "then why did you kiss me? Did that not mean anything?.. d-did it not mean anything?" She pulled away "no, it did. Why are you bringing this up?-" "Because you fucked him!! That's why. Thats why I'm fucking, bringing it up!" You snapped. Slamming the flats of your palms against the wood in anger, before pulling away. Hot tears ran down your cheeks "oh kitty.." she murmured, "don't 'oh kitty' me. Just fucking leave." She didn't buge "LEAVE DAMNIT!!" you screamed at her, huffing quietly as she pulled away and walked away from your office ducking under the doorway before leaving. Once you where alone. More tears ran down your face before falling off your face

And that was a week ago.. you where in your avatar body, elbows deep in a truck. Oil and sweat covered your arms "fuckin' hell.. if this doesn't work. I'm gonna brake something." You uttered, you had been working on this damn vehicle for hours. Pulling your arms back. You grabbed a rag and wiped off at leat most of the oil on your arms. "Can't wait to take a cold shower. Fuck its hot" you heard chuckling behind you "yeah but. You look hot when you get a bit dirty." A familiar voice spoke, turning your head. You saw her, you then looked away and tried to act busy "oh. H-Hay, did you need anything?" You spoke as you pulled the hood of the car down. It making a click as it locked into place "kinda busy right now. S-So make it quick" you tried to sound calm. But you where far from it, you had to admit it. You really did miss her presence, "I actually have something for you. To apologize," you turned to face her, seeing her holding something behind her back. It crinkled like plastic. But you thought it was something squishy wrapped in plastic, she then revealed a large bouquet of flowers. Most of them where close or where the color of your favorite color. Damnit she really knew you "and your giving this to me. While I'm all dirtied up?" You scoffed jokingly. Z-Dog chuckled nervously "I also wanna make it up to you, I wanna take you on a date. 8:30 sound good to you?" You sighed softly. Reaching over to take the flowers from her. You had to be honest, they where really.. really pretty, a small smile grazed your lips, "I'll think about it. Meantime you should go, before I change my mind." She seemed a bit nervous but nodded "right! I'll see you at the bridge later." Before walking away,

     You had no idea why you where doing this, as you slipped on that pretty little dress she adored seeing you in.

           What if she was lying? As you styled your hair,

         Moving the lipstick across your lips, and put some mascara on those eyelashes of yours, that always made your eyes look so gentle in soft, and maybe adding a soft blush to your cheeks. As you stared at yourself in the mirror, turning around and leaving the bathroom, and your room. Locking the door, your heels clicked against the cold flooring as you made your way to the area you two would meet. It was 8:32 when you arrived. Just two minutes late, as you saw her tall form linger around the area. Her ears had perked as she turned her head to face you. Her tail suddenly started to twitch and swish from side to side. As ypu approached her. You noticed the blush dusting her cheeks, she leaned down, moving a strand of hair behind your ear. Her touch.. you forgot how it sent a pleasurable shock down your spine, "looking so pretty for me? You shouldn't have." She spoke softly as a smirk crossed her lips. You giggled softly, "so, where to?" She grabbed your hand and gently tugged you with her "thats a surprise. Just follow me." She spoke. You sighed as you playfully rolled your eyes. Following this 9ft tall woman. One that you had fallen oh so hard for..

                   ..you two had approached this room, but Zdinarsk turned to you "close your eyes. Do not peak, or you'll ruin the surprise." With compliance you closed your eyes "and whats so special about this room?" Hearing a door open as you were guided into the room, hearing the door close behind you "you're just gonna have to find out, Princeses" she teased as she gently tugged your arm in a direction as you followed her, feeling her hands on your shoulders gently push down. "Sit." And so you sat down. "Okay, you can open your eyes." You opened them, there where fairy lights hanging around the ceilings, and hung on some of the walls. You where sitting on a blanket, it was a deep crimson color. It was a makeshift picnic, there even was a basket and a bottle of wine in it, you couldn't tell what kind it was. But it was a shade of purple, your lips curved upwards as you noticed other small details. "Did- did you make this?" She chuckled at your response "yeahh.. but I had some help," she turned and walked away to pick up a speaker. Before walking back and sitting down, she then pressed a few buttons on it as romantic music started to play. Moving it near her. She looked back at you.. "do.. you like it?" You giggled softly "of course I do you dork!" Your giggles and laughter always made her heart melt. Especially that smile of yours, it did so meny things to her..

     ..minutes turned to hours as ypu two had drank the whole bottle of wine, you where beyond wasted, while she was just sober. "Hay.. can I say something?"

     "Well, I wanted to ask you somethin' as well cutie, but go ahead. " She teased,

Her head was on your lap, a hand gently rubbing at the skin on her face.. a deep blush had creeper up to your face and ears. Looking away, "actually.. no- I.. I changed my mind." Pulling your hand away as you moved your hands behind you, keeping you up as you looked up at the ceiling, she sat up. Hearing cloth rub against each other other than the faint music in the background was the only noice other than you two talking. She leaned close to you, staring you down with those predatory eyes of hers. "Try me." You scoffed as you looked up at her, her mask hug loosely around her neck. Lifting a hand up, you grabbed it. Raising it up to her mouth, making her take a breath. She then moved one of her hands over yours "no way. You'll.. make fun of me," grabbing your hand, she pulled it away, the mask falling back down. "No I won't. Promise" she moved closer, her eyes drifting down to your lips before looking back up at you.

"I.." you swallowed..

          "I uhm.." the words where hard to find.

            "I'M INLOVE WITH YOU!"

you yelled out as you closed your eyes tightly, you where afraid that she wouldn't except your confession.. that she'd be grossed out, or laugh at you.. tears pricking your eyes as she didn't respond. Untill.. you feel two of her fingers hook under your chin and pull you into a soft kiss. Her other hand snaking around your waist before pulling you onto her lap. Once she pulled away, you opened your eyes to look up at her. "I like you too.. my little princess" she teases as she leand down to press a kiss at your exposed neck. Hands roaming your sides, unexpectedly.. tears ran down your face, she pulled away as she heard you sniffling, tensing up as a worried expression covered her face, "whats wrong? Did I say something wrong?" You shook your head before leaping up and latching your arms around her neck "h-happy tears" was all you said before a chuckle came from her. Her chest rumbled against yours, "your so cute.." she whispered in your ear, as you felt her hands grab at your ass

..As the next day rolled around, nearly all of the recoms knew you and Z-Dog where a thing, and usually you wouldn't say anything to them if they just stared. But.. Lyle had to cat call you. JUST HAD TO. After calling him a perverted asshole. And a ugly ass 40 year old, you went to your girlfriend and told her what he did.. and let's say Lyle had more than just a black eye that day..

[furyunbound]

A Sparda x Eva fic I did last year, since I have writers block have a taste of my writing lol apologies in advance if there's anything confusing I promise I write better now 😅

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With the demon realm being sealed by what the demons may call "The Traitor", humans were, for now, free of fear of being brutally executed from said demons. The brave dark Knight that did away with the demons had decided to settle among the humans, trying to learn as much about them as possible, traveling around the world to expand his knowledge.

He had been traveling for many years, and during his travels he visits a city named Red Grave, he had planned to stay for a month before he would set off to travel again. As a couple of weeks pass by, the temperature decreases as a season ends and a new one begins.

The people around him now wore coats and jackets to protect themselves from the cold elements, however Sparda was the only one who didn't wear a suitable outfit for the cold season.

"Aren't you cold, sir?"

A stranger asked, Sparda would kindly reply with a smile and a chuckle "No no this weather doesn't affect me at all." In which people would find strange, but would quickly mind their own business and move on with their lives. Though it came to a point where too many people asked the same question to him, and he had to admit to himself that it did become tiring getting asked the same question over and over again, so he brought it upon himself to get himself a coat for the cold winter.

It was the next day after Sparda got himself a coat that it had suddenly snowed heavily, it was the first time it snowed so much in Red Grave after some years. You can hear children running outside and screaming with joy, as excitement filled their souls at how much snow there had been, their minds coming up with millions of ways to play with the snow to their heart's content.

Sparda had gone outside with his newly bought coat on, gazing at the massive amount of cold not-so-solid ice in front of him. He was glad he had bought a coat just in time, for he figured many eyes would linger on him if he hadn't gotten a coat and many would find him strange for it. As his gaze lingers to the snow before him, he quirks a brow, in his many years of traveling he hadn't seen anything like this. He wanted to linger a while longer to continue gazing at the white ice, but he wanted answers, as his thirst for knowledge never ceased to end.

The man starts to make his way to the local library, however upon making fast steps the poor man slips on the slippery icy ground and falls face first

"Careful, grounds slippery!"

A man shouted in the distance. Sparda groaned and got up, taking a mental note to be careful with his steps. He took some time once he finally arrived in front of the library, however to his dismay, it was temporarily closed. He sighs, as it seemed he would have to wait a while before he could find some answers. He turns and heads for a nearby park. Once he arrived he decided to take a walk, seeing the many people playing with the snow, children making snow angels, friends throwing snowballs at each other, and families piling large snow to create a snowman. It intrigued Sparda how much one could do with snow. After some time the man would decide to take a break and sit on a bench, and as he makes his way to the nearest bench, he stops in his tracks, seeing tiny white particles fall from the sky. He gazes up, his mouth partially opens from the sight, he slowly takes his hand out, the snow particles falling into his gloved hand. "What.. is this?" He asked, and though his voice was low, a child hears him and answers gleefully

"It's a snowflake, mister! That's where the snow comes from!" The child said "If you look real hard you'll find a really pretty snowflake!"

As the child runs off to continue playing, Sparda repeats the word "Snow…" before looking up again to gaze at the falling snow. As he looks down in front of him, a woman sits on the bench, her hair long and blonde while she wore a red coat, her skin as white as the snow before him and lips as red as a rose. Sparda gazes at the woman much like how he gazes at the snow in awe. The woman sat alone, and there was an open space to sit next to her, though the woman looked as if she was possibly waiting for someone. The woman glanced up, and quickly Sparda looked away. The man scolded himself mentally for staring, for he knew it was rude to stare. However the woman had caught his interest, and he was yearning for a moment where he could look at the woman again. Soon reality struck, and he realized he had been standing there for too long. He slowly looks to the opening seat that was next to the woman, his mind telling him he should go sit next to her, but there was another part of him that told him not to, for the woman looked as if she was expecting company of sorts, and he wouldn't want to cause any trouble to the woman's possible significant other if she had one.

Reluctantly, Sparda walks past the bench the woman was sitting and looks for another bench to sit on. However he made the mistake of walking too fast and once again would slip and fall face first on the ground. "Oh my!" He heard before he'd try to lift himself up. "Are you alright, sir?" The woman had ran to his aid, landing on her knees to help lift the man up. "I am- I am fine I'm just clumsy today-" he turned himself around to where now he was sitting on the ground and rubbed his head and as he gazed up his eyes locked with the woman's and was left completely awestruck "I…" speechless, all he could do was stare at the beautiful woman before him. As more snowflakes continued to fall, the woman had mindlessly been staring into the man's eyes as well "S-sir?" Her voice quiet, Sparda immediately said what was on his mind, his gaze not once leaving hers

"You are a beautiful snowflake."

The woman gasps lightly, in shock at his statement, and now it was her that was left speechless. Silence filled the air, and they were left to stare into each other's eyes. His first snow wouldn't be his last, and he was glad he would find a beautiful snowflake among the rest.

~End~

[thestudentfarmer]

November 2, 2024

October came and went like a lightening bolt, my apologies it's been a bit since I posted, things have gotten a bit crazy this way with some personal things. With luck now the October shuffles just about done and the November tubslide will be a bit gentler.

Onto some urban homesteading and otherwise~

I'm going to have to restart my fall seeds. Unfortunately, there was a bit of a situation which killed off my seed table and started plants entirely. For the most part, it's sorted, but I'll have to begin my fall and winter crops from scratch and hope there's time for em to grow. Otherwise I'll need to figure some other crops instead. Probably more chicken food or flowers/peas instead.

Thankfully, the already established in ground crops were okay for the most part. Some a bit stressed or stunted from lack of consistent watering.

Sweet potato has already started flowering now, i really didn't get any greenery from it so far (mayby a pound), so I'm just gonna let it keep going for now. When it msotly dies back I'll dig them out.

The sunchoke has now begun flowering, it's rather different than the last flowering I thought it did. Mayby a regular sunflower got mixed in? I did plant them around the time the regular sunflowers started sprouting.

I'm pretty excited to try the Tubers out, if there's enough for a decent harvest. Otherwise I'm taking them and spreading to another bit of the garden for fill in and propogation.

I can confirm, we do have a rooster. His name is Heihei. He's not gone through full second molt, but we've seen his curly feather, now hear his crowing and have caught him doing what roosters do lol.

Looks like I may get to try out hatching after all :)

No new layers so far, but hoping soon :)

Spotted this feather, which i believe belongs to one of the local woodpeckers. (I didn't take it, not allowed where I live)

Also have started spotting hummingbirds more locally and regularly. The parrots have returned again, though they aren't currently visiting us (no sunflowers yet ) and I think we've had a few female cardinals visit the lambs quarter plant I'm letting go to seed. Haven't noticed much in new bug species.

I got to learn how to change tires on a dolly this month. It was quite a bit easier than expected, cost less than $30 and gave new life to a good tool.

Thats it for now, ive got some chores to do and hopefully some time to get garden set up a bit :) new photos and updates coming ASAP!

🌱🍊Happy Urban homesteading🍊🌱