#blind bag mini figures

[what-pony-is-this]

I used to ADORE a blind bag pony I had that had a name like "Banana Fuzz" or something very unappealing and her design was very ugly as well I loved her. Do you know who she is?

There are exactly 2 ponies with "Banana" in their names and funny enough they came from the same wave! (Wave 7, 2013)

I want to assume the pony we're looking for is "Banana Fluff", (yellow transparent coat and a purple/pink mane with pink/red eyes three crystals for a cutie mark rarity mould)

and what a name Banana Fluff is, makes me think of mold. and i love that for her.

our runner up could also be "Banana Bliss", (teal coat with purple/pink hair and purple eyes banana bunch for a cutie mark rainbow dash mould)

a little less immediately "ugly" looking, she gives me 'tropical scene kid' vibes though. and i love that for her as well.

i hoped this helped! if these are not the ponies you are looking for feel free to send another ask or even a DM including any other info you might remember about your pony.

💖

if you, too, are ever looking for a pony/want a pony identified please don't hesitate to send an ask, remember to include as many details as possible such as cutie mark, coat and mane colour if possible!

[what-pony-is-this]

Pony: Lily Blossom (transparent/Crystal Empire Pony)

Line: My Little Pony Blind Bag Mini Figures (Wave 7) (2013)

the magic of firendship...

[wishlisted]

Gudetama The Lazy Egg mini figure blind bag (series 1) from Five Below

[shotanar0atmars]

I made myself a red hood 😁

[redcherrykook]

── ˙✧°📷 TORN PICTURES AND FROZEN LENSES 2

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College Photography Teacher!Jungkook x Student!Reader

27 year old, stupidly handsome asshole teacher Mr. Jeon has absolutely no human decency, he believes your victim complex is what keeps you from ever achieving anything, letting people use you as a bridge. When something unexpected happens, the ice starts to melt as a foreign word called "empathy" enters his egocentric lense. Maybe he will finally manage to teach you a lesson now, since you keep failing his class.

(Mini series)- Episode two!

Song recommendation: too sweet- hozier

Content: Cold, mean, distant, unprofessional Jungkook, hurt, stubborn reader, enemies to lovers, lowkey dramatic, accident happens, mutually beneficial relationship (emotionally), Jk learns a lot from her, Jk is mean but has a soft spot for reader (eventually), 6 year age gap, Reader is from a struggling background, Jk kind of rescues her, happy ending, angst at first, fluff, smut, comedy/crack, bickering, college setting, brief hospital setting

Warnings: swearing, name-calling,mentions of an accident involving a biker, mentions of hospital, mentions of injuries, really mean Jungkook, i promise he gets sweet, mentions of trauma and abuse (non detailed), mental health struggles (semi detailed), arguments

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"You´re early" he grumbles, surprised at the figure stood in the empty classroom. At 8;30 am, 15 minutes before class, it is only natural for the hall to be empty. So it was only you standing there, dressed neatly, seemingly looking put together.

But Jungkook knew better. He didn´t even have to linger his penetrating gaze on the face of yours long to notice the exhaustion painted on your features.

As always, he turns a blind eye.

Everyone gets tired sometimes.

You nod, "I know, kind of did that on purpose" Standing there while opening your bag, you begin setting your books on the table. A rose colored journal slips out, landing perfectly on top of the books needed for his class. You had woken up early today, determined to not come late for a sixth time. Determined to try and keep up that yes, it was just an accident. Nothing more, no conspiracies.

The wind whispers from the open window, slipping in the fresh morning air, waving your hair with it in a swift but gentle swish.

nonetheless, he notices,

"Close the window, it is getting cold" he sits down at his desk, folding down the sleeves of his grey button down that so delicately revealed his strong form.

So you comply, shutting the air outside of the class.

"Thank you" the sound of two very simple, very common words catch you off guard. With a lean on the window behind you, your gaze shifts to the tall teacher propped up on his desk. Your mouth opens slightly to formulate a response but, cannot seem to gather what to say. Although in every other situation, it´s simple. You´re welcome.

"Calm down, I just thanked you. My god if you´re gonna react like this to every time i comply to that stupid deal of ours I´m gonna be sick" his arms cross in front of his chest, annoyed. Of course.

"I won´t, don´t flatter yourself" you shake your head slightly, moving to sit down at your desk. Certainly the conversation had been closed now. At this point, you did not expect him to engage in your bickering, soon the room would be filled with students.

However, you find out you were wrong,

"How are the injuries. Never asked about that" he´s not even looking at you when muttering a question you weren´t even sure was genuine. His eyes examining the laptop in front of him, much more engaged in the importance of his own tasks.

But Jungkook was not one to speak for filling a room simply to escape silence.

The urge to make fun of him for showing concern is lingering at the tip of your tongue, nevertheless, you bite down.

"Fine. Medium grade contusion on my right hip and lots of nasty bruises" you allow your eyes to wander along his features, letting yourself smile just a bit, hoping he would grand you a look.

"Good. Heal up quickly, you really aren´t in dire need for more absences after all"

His eyes leave the screen momentarily, glancing at you from behind his large squared glasses.

"Trying to. Thanks" your eyes meet for the split of a second before he returns to his priorities.

Just as the next student walks in.

"Good morning mr Jeon" he greets, receiving a nod from Jungkook in return.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

"When is this gonna end", you mumble to yourself as you turn yet another page of given material. Yawning and stretching your arms up, you glance at the small numbers on the bottom right of your laptop that has been opened in front of you for what must have been 6 hours now.

9:45 pm already?

The schools library is most quiet at this time. The deafening, still comforting silence only breaks when the crashing of ice inside your drink or hushed words from your monologues make their way into the large study.

Most likely because the college library is already closed and you weren´t supposed to be here either. It´s not like you have ever been caught or are disturbing someone. Even the cleaning staff have become familiar with the long hours you spend sitting put at one of many desks inside the library. Admirable, they call it. In reality, this is as usual as it can get for you.

Only this time, things are different. You will be here the entire night, not just because you forgot how quickly time passes and suddenly the small rays of the morning sun kiss your hands,

It is out of necessity. For possibly the following nights as well. Until you find a new shelter that is willing to take in a runaway college student.

For a couple seconds you wonder how long it will take to find a one bedroom apartment you can afford with the below minimum wage tutoring job of yours. Working part time is impossible since ambitious, home having first year you decided to pack every possible class you could take right in your schedule.

One of the many things you regret.

A set of loud footsteps sound closer than the cleaning personal has ever been, ripping you right out the dream of a small, well decorated apartment. Mentally you groan, wondering if the day you had to be caught, really needed to be the day you would otherwise have to sleep on a park bench.

When the darkly colored wooden doors open to reveal who is roaming the hallways at a time you should be getting ready for bed, you simply can not believe your luck.

"Y/n?" the stern voice can never be mistaken for someone else, his eyes widening as he steps inside to approach your desk.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" obviously rhetorical he asks, swiftly pulling out the chair to your left and sitting down on it casually.

"I need to study. I´m not doing something wrong i swear, even the staff is fine with it, I just have so much work to do" in an attempt to rescue your chance at a warm sleep, you hurriedly let out every explanations that come to mind.

His eyes look down to your face when he slightly tilts his head back, his hand is now carefully placed on the table, tapping it rhythmically with his long and artful fingers.

I´m doomed.

"Interesting. Try doing that work when the library isn´t closed. Get up, you´re breaking the rules" the same hand that was tapping away motions upward to signal you; no really, get the fuck up.

Like the troublemaker you are, you stay put on your chair

"I can´t, I gotta get this done"

A familiar scoff escapes his lips "You cant be serious. I wasn´t asking. I said get up idiot"

"Jungkook please I really can´t" you plea with him pathetically. The way you must sound or look to him right now is far from your concern, what matters is the need to convince him.

His frustration is painted on his face so visibly you would be able to spot it from a mile away. Instead of you, he gets up, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

Your eyebrows meet to express your utter confusion,

"What are you doing"

Jungkook´s eyes move over to yours, deadpanned as if you asked him the color of the sky, he looks at you.

"Calling the cops obviously. You´re Trespassing"

Your head shakes quickly as you repeat the words no,no,no,no,no while standing up and trying to get him to stop dialing. He takes a step back and groans, putting his phone back in his pocket.

"Finally, leave now. I´ll come with you to make sure you actually leave and don´t try break in again"

"You're so annoying, model citizen over here"

"Thanks. You too" he grants you a fake smile before rolling his eyes so far back he would sure be able to see his brain.

You sigh, aware that any protest is useless or you might end up sleeping at the police station.

Gathering your things and already listing the possible parks and convenience stores you would need to pass time, sleep and study at in your head. Accepting the upcoming hardship you remember his words

Cruel world

A breathy laugh escapes your mouth at the memory.

"I can´t believe you were about to call the damn police on me" you turn to him while walking behind him and out the university. It´s pitch dark outside and you can barely make out any street signs.

"Well i believe in following the law. What way do you need to go?" his movements stop when he asked you that, waiting for a reply so he could make sure you were walking off in the right direction.

But, he was met with silence. You had no idea where to go and the freezing air combined with scarily dark surroundings had just made you register your situation. Where were you going to go?

Annoyed at the non response, he turns to look at you, expecting a pissed off stare or a blank look. He did not await you to look down with a frown of worry. Your head cocks slightly to the side, muttering "I don´t know yet"

Obviously, he doesn´t understand your reply. What could you possibly mean when saying you didn´t know where you lived.

That is until he remembered you living in a shelter.

She must be new there and had forgotten the address, careless as always.

"The hell am I supposed to get from that? Forgot your own goddamn address?" his hand rubs along his forehead, the tension between the both of you is as thick as the air around. Contradictory from his actions, his voice quiets down just a bit.

You decide to stay silent once more, debating if it would be worth telling him what is really going on. After the hospital situation you should be, you should be honest and try to let the deal actually work. Truth be told, the fear of being let down and belittled is much stronger at the moment.

Before you can open up your mouth to whip up a shitty excuse, he speaks again.

"Y/n, is there somewhere you can go?"

Jungkook could swear his heart drops to his stomach when he lets out these words, awaiting your reply patiently.

The question suffocates you, caught red handed you shake your head no, looking up to meet his concerned eyes. It was no use lying to him, he would be checking the library each and everyday, that would mean that you really had to spend multiple nights outside.

He lets out a sigh, placing both his hands on his hips.

"Why the fuck didn´t you tell me?"

"Seriously? I thought you were not gonna believe me and end up actually calling the cops, no thank you" your voice sounding almost unfamiliar after not speaking for a while.

"Sound like me can't even lie. Let's get back inside then" Jungkook says without waiting for your opinion, simply strutting back into the library. You can´t help but grin slightly at his abrubt nature. He goes back to sitting down at the very desk you were forced to leave 25 minutes ago.

"You´re gonna let me stay here?" the hopeful question makes his head shoot up from looking at the floor as he chuckles.

"No you smartass, that´s still illegal, and I´m still a law-abiding citizen. I´ll call around shelters and hotels with you, i guess"

Thanking whatever power rules this world at the tiniest amount of help you can get from Jungkook, you smile,

Meanwhile he is internally cussing himself out for being nice too quickly

"Thank you, seriously, didn´t think you would actually try and hold up your word"

"Didn´t you say you would not have this embarrassing reaction every time? Shut up before I change my mind" his eyes roll back to signal that he meant every word he said. Yours do too, to signal him that he is still an asshole.

His phone as well as yours end up getting taken out, spending the first fifteen minutes calling help centers and looking for cheap hotels

Unsuccessful at attempting to find an opening, you tell him that was expected since you were on basically every single waiting list you could register to.

"So help centers and shelters are off the list. Then let´s find you a decent hotel or something" he yawns, the inevitable need for sleep reaching him as the night deepens. You feel sorry for bounding him into your own personal mess, although it isn´t really your fault. He´s the one so addiment on not letting you stay at the library.

"Absolutely not. I really cannot afford that, I don´t even know for how long I would have to stay there, it´s too uncertain" your head meets the palm of your hand, closing your eyes while sighing at this stupidly vulnerable situation.

It must be past 11 pm already.

"I´ll lend you some money, just pay be back eventually"

"Fuck no" you laugh "That might take me years, and I´m far from comfortable with owing money"

Jungkook knows he can´t force you to, still provocatively he asks,

"What are your options then ?"

You open your mouth in disbelief, the obvious option being the room you are having the conversation in, "Just let me stay at the goddamn library, it´s safe and I don´t need to pay"

"It´s against the law and it is for more than one night" he remains sternly on his arguments

"Who gives a fuck about the law , will you seriously do anything to make me sleep on the streets Jungkook"

Your voice turns into somewhat of a yell, spitting out the frustration you feel towards this childish behaviour. Both of you are tired out of this hassle and want nothing more than to get some rest and peace of mind.

His eyes stay glaring, while his voice turns bitter, "You´re so stubborn, all that I´ve been trying to do is help you not sleep on a fucking bench you idiot. My god get that through the thick skull of yours. You think I´m gonna sleep well knowing one of my students, injured student at that, is spending the night on the streets?"

In all honesty, you knew he was correct. No one would sleep well knowing an acquaintance is in a dangerous spot and yeah, he had spend the past fourty minutes in your vicinity, the past 20 minutes trying to help and figure you out.

The night moves another ten minutes in silence, branches hitting the broad windows that are framing the lecture hall as the sighs of sleep deprivation and sorrow leave his lips.

You were begining to wonder how this would play out, assuming he would just sit there with you in silence until the sun came up.

But what then?

The guilt of keeping him entangled in your mess only continues to feed itself with each wordless minute that passes, you decide to tell him to go home, you would just figure it out yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook had thought up something of his own,

"Stay at my apartment then. I have a guest room. We´ll get you something tomorrow and never speak about this again"

Nothing could have prepared you from the sentence that just left his lips. What is even worse about this, is how carelessly he said it, like a passing comment. Even when he basically suggested something comparable to running to the end of the rainbow for a goldpot.

"WHAT" you can´t help it, it just comes shooting out at the complete buffoonery of this situation, that somehow keeps happening with him.

He chuckled briefly at your outburst before combing through his raven hair, his eyes never changing from the standard glare

"Look, it´s fucking close to midnight, I need sleep and you need somewhere to sleep so I will be able to actually go to sleep"

His explanation is as self centered as you had awaited it to be,that does not take away from the fact that your teacher asked you to stay the night as his place.

"I- I can´t believe you would rather i sleep in your apartment than the library. No thank you, I´m taking the bench" your head shakes violently as your face turns from surprise to cringing at the idea.

There is no way in hell you would spend the night at your teachers house

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Okay, maybe i lied.

"Turn off the damn radio and- god fasten your seatbelt for fucks sake" Jungkook groans over to you in the passenger seat of his car.

It feels like a parade of clowns are banging on your door by the second you sat down into the black hyundai. Laughing at you like you were the circus performer, not them.

Somehow, he had managed to persuade you into taking up his offer. It is only for a couple hours after all, only to pass the night. So now, he´s bitching to you about something from the drivers seat, 8 minutes past midnight.

Ridiculous, so fucking annoying already. He thinks while reaching over your torso to loosen the seatbelt that is stuck behind the carseat.

Your breath hitches at his closeness, his arm grazing over yours for a millisecond when he reaches over.

Too close.

So close you can smell the cotton scented shampoo he uses, so close you could count the moles on his arms.

You haven´t spoken a word to him since agreeing on his offer and you don´t plan to. Originally, to lessen the awkwardness of everything, now, unsure if that made everything even more awkward.

Even your attempt to lighten the mood with the radio playing got rudely rejected by him.

What a long night it has been.

The drive is short, twelve minutes void of conversation and barely lit streets. Jungkook´s eyes don´t avert the road once, his stare never creeps it´s way over to check if you were still breathing. Given by the quiet as a mouse attitude of yours, it would certainly be a possibility.

Apart from the engine rumbling and the tires rolling on the concrete roads, you noticed his habit to hum whenever the traffic lights would turn green. He also only uses his right arm to drive, keeping his left pressed flat on his thigh.

Endearing, kind of.

Once parked in front of a small apartment complex, he gets out with you and your trusty backpack following right behind. The car locks as he enters the complex, then the elevator.

"Did you loose your voice or are you purposefully getting on my nerves" his tired speech cuts through the thick air,

finally

"Just don´t really know what to say. This is all so strange" you reply, trying to sound non-chalant when the hammering of your nervous heartbeat is so far up your throat, you might actually be sick.

"it is" he says, stepping outside of the elevator and rustling his keys to unlock the door, as if it is not his fault you guys ended up like this.

When the door opens, you are greeted with a white, dimly lit hallway. He takes off his shoes first before you repeat the action and walks into, what you would assume, the livingroom. The apartment is far from the cold and empty modernity you had expected. It´s quite cozy, small but filled with photography and paintings. The apartment generally smells just like him, cotton, a hint of wood and leather.

There are four doors around, one that is open clearly leading to the kitchen, two that are across from each other and one at the very back.

"Sit down on the couch, don´t stand there so awkwardly"

His suggestion is once again, more of a demand that you, as usual, comply to. Jungkook doesn´t try to show you around, skipping all the weird hosting formalities, except for one.

He sits down next to you, keeping a comfortable distance between both of your bodies

"Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

"Water would be good, yeah" the reply sounds painfully forced in an effort to keep the small talk and get to sleep as soon as possible.

The thought of having to face him the next morning made you want to rip your hair out, to try and distract yourself you look around the open space, taking in the beautiful pictures hung up around.

Once he sets the glass of water down you accept it gladly, drinking from it in another attempt to conceal the uncomfortable situation.

"Did you take these?" curiously you point to a collage above the coffetable in the corner of the room. It´s a collection of damp flowers and pretty fields, the color scheme is white and lavender.

It suits him, you think

"Mhm, took em´ four years ago" his voice echos through the walls of his home, following your stare directed at the collage.

"So photography can be pretty, maybe I´m really just talentless" you scoff, remembering the awful portfolio you handed him in.

"Yes, to both of those"

The comment seems to have softened the mood a little bit, you can physically feel your shoulders release tension.

"Jungkook?" now it is his turn to look at you, trying to guess what would follow the sound of his name out of your mouth. He can´t help but jump a bit every time it rolls off of your tongue, natural but uncomfortable at once.

"yeah?", he says

"i know you hate this but I really can not, well, not say this. Thank you for your effort. You may be an asshole but you definitely are a man of your word. You wasted way too much time and concern and fuck, even let me stay here. I owe you something" once your rant is finished, you laugh before searching his face for the scoff you usually see presented there, regardless of the situation.

Only to find it gone,

It has been replaced by a soft smile, something so foreign on his face, it made you feel a spark of joy.

"I guess that was pretty nice of me. You definitely owe me some shit. I´ll get you the sheets yeah? we need to get some rest" Without really acknowledging what you had told him, he brushes past the attempt of a heartfelt conversation. To you, he didn´t have to say anything, the smile was enough to signal,

You´re welcome.

Now you stood there, sheets in hand, trying not to look at your teacher in his guest bedroom.

While putting the sheets on the bed, he stays leaning against the doorframe, watching you blankly

"Mind if i ask, you know, what happend?"

It hadn´t occurred to you before that you never actually spoke the words i got kicked out of the shelter

"With things like shelters, women with children have, righteously so, priority over runaway college kids. That´s all" , you explain,your eyes fixated on the task before you, finally finishing it up, the satisfaction of sleep inching way closer that it is now basically in reach.

He hums in response, making you look at him, leaned against his doorframe, full glory in grey sweats and a black shirt, hair laying messily over his glasses

When did he get changed?

"So. about tomorrow then, I´m guessing you won´t be able to find something so fast" tainted by exhaustion his voice tries it´s best to sound stern, nevertheless, a yawn escaping his lips makes him feel much less distant than usual.

Maybe it's just the fact that you're in his house, but that is besids the point.

"Yeah sherlock that is why i kept trying to tell you to just let me sleep at the damn library" you roll your eyes, this is the fifth time you tried explaining that to Jungkook. As a teacher, you expected him to be a little faster than that.

"Oh my god this again? I´ll kick you out if you protest one more damn time. You can just fucking stay here until a shelter calls you back, Why are you so attached to that library"

The last part arrives to your ear fuzzily as he had already shut the door of the guest bedroom, leaving you to think for yourself with what he had just uttred

Slipped secretly between his cussing he offered you to live with him temporarily. Just like that, blatant, sudden, plain. The words ring in your head, over and over again.

You can just fucking stay here

Like it´s no big deal

Whatever

You would deal with it tomorrow, it was just a comment. Sleep is far more necessary, begging you to finally rest for the remaining couple hours of the night. Too exhausted to continue thinking,

"Good night to you as well" you yell, opening the door just a bit for him to hear, earning a groan in response.

[nyahkmenrah]

Merch that NATM totally should have made:

Shoulder bag shaped and decorated like the tablet (or a pencil case or something alike, a notebook could work too)

Jedtavius matching jewellery (like a necklace or bracelet with a cowboy hat and Roman helmet charm)

Charm bracelet with something for each of the characters (flashlight, tablet, helmet, lasso etc)

Jed or Octavius (or both) pocket shirt (technically this does exist but it was only in kids sizes)

Flashlights with the Daley devices branding

Animatronic RC Rexy toy

Dexter plush (with the keys, I think a Dexter plush was done but I’m not sure)

Notebook with a map of the route Sacajawea took on it

Mini figures of the minis (like in a blind bag or something)

Cowboy hat with some kind of Jedediah branding on it, like a sherif style badge with his name on it attached to it

Sarcophagus pencil tin

Patches/badges with the museum of natural history logo

Just badges/ patches/ stickers etc in general, ita bag supplies

Plush toys of the jackal guards

Mini collectable diorama sets of the dioramas

I feel like there’s potential for offical Halloween costumes here too.

There’s a severe lack of NATM merch out there, I wish there was more. Even then, it’s been so long since there was offical merch. Have to rely on fan made merchandise nowadays.

[sleepytoycollection]

Wanted: Potion Surprise Balloon Pinkie

There's not a lot of MLP merch that's inspired me to go out of my way to get it, but I adore these balloon minis and have been trying to collect the full set.

I've managed to get everyone EXCEPT these two versions of Pinkie, and it's driving me a little nuts I can't seem to get her.

So in a bid of desperation, I thought I'd ask if anyone has either of these two they'd be willing to part with. I'd be more than happy to buy them off you. I can find the unopened blind bags pretty easily, but finding anyone selling the open figure so I can just get Pinkie has been near impossible. So I keep just getting repeats instead of the ones I want.

So again if you have these and are willing to part with them I would love to buy them from you.

[ominoose]

OMG. Your date idea is so cute. I hope you do end up posting it, but no pressure of course. <3 Speaking of blind boxes, I feel like he would enjoy these!: Aaru Garden Ancient Egypt Mythology Series 1 & 2 from KikaGoods and YOKI Travel Round the World Series from Pop Mart. Oh! And I saw these Egyptian themed slimes from @slime.fantasies and I feel like if they had an activity for the children with them, he'd end up giving in to try them all out. Whatadork!<3 (ಥ◡ಥ)

𝐀 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞

Pairing: Steven Grant x GN!Reader Summary: You surprise Steven with a cute trip to Popmart! Warning: None. WC: 533

Ended up being small and kind of a mess but short and sweet ig :)

The date had been your idea. Despite living in London for a decent while, Steven never really shopped about, owed to the museum job and the hassle with discovering his DID and an Egyptian god that he unwillingly worked under. That was all in the past now and since your discovery of Stevens lack of actual activity around London since dating, it became your self-appointed mission to take him out to re-fall in love with his home city.

"Oh wow…" Was all the Brit could say as you led him to Pop Mart. Shelves upon shelves lined with various cute and colourful mini figurines filled the store walls behind the glass windows and large statues of the front. It wasn't too busy, but by London standards that still meant there were a few groups milling around.

He was hesitant to step inside, but once you took the first step with him he was buzzing. Bee-lining to different shelves, oo-ing and ah-ing at the different series of figures, from cute little fairies to weird little monsters in sailor outfits.

If Steven didn't have Marc quietly reminding him they were 'pretty broke' right now the Brit would've filled a basket with all sorts of blind boxes and bags (to which he'd mutter aloud "Sod off Marc this is my date.").

It took you softly convincing him that you could both get two from the same series and have matching ones instead, which he was absolutely ecstatic about, to stop him buying 10. Steven was always a romantic at heart, and had to hold back from matching outfits with you daily.

Steven picked out a Yoki series, a cute little bat featuring different landmarks and World Wonders. It was the Pyramid one that caught his eye, and he couldn't pass up any chance to have a matching little Egyptian figure with you.

Heartbreakingly, no Egyptian figure appeared for either of you. After Steven excitedly popped the box open and tore into the silver baggy, a little red and golden bat sat against the Great Wall of China.

"Just my luck, eh?" He pouted, but the longer he rubbed his thumb over the teeny golden nose and stared at the little stars in the bat's eyes, Steven found himself endeared.

You'd already popped open your box by the time Steven had went through a few stages of grief and presented a blue bat snug in a fluffy hood, hugged by a penguin.

"Oh your one is dead cute! That's adorable. Think they'd make a good couple too?" A toothy grin broke over him as he nudged you playfully, making his little figure give yours a kiss on the head.

"So, I take it you're a fan of the blind boxes then?" You ask with a smile as Steven continues to play with the figure in his palm.

"Absolutely! In-fact, I think we need to do this more often, make a little habit of this date, eh? Make a little collection of wee couples, next time we should do one of those sanrio ones you like!"

Only a month later, Steven's bookcases became a neighbourhood of little couples of woodland creatures, miniature Egyptian deities and sanrio characters. And each morning, Steven always kissed your little figures on the head.

[lunawings]

While I was in Japan during March 2024, I was able to visit the Pretty Rhythm Rainbow Live 10th Anniversary Exhibit. This is my favorite anime of all time, so it was an incredible honor.

Unfortunately, you could not take pictures in many areas and I always try my best to be respectful and follow the rules. So, I will describe it.

The walls of the first room were covered in several tapestries depicting each individual episode of the anime, so you could reminisce about everything that happened as you slowly walked through the room. In the middle of the room, there were several exhibits perfectly recreating every single paper, notebook, sketch...

Hokkaido itinerary? Wakana and Bell's test scores? Momo's Happy Rain costume sketches? Naru and Bell's manager applications? The score to pride? Any piece of paper you can think of that appeared in PRRL, it was all HERE! Recreated with meticulous accuracy...

The next room was the photo room where you could take pictures in Prism Stone or in front of Rinne's feathers.

Something else they had here which was really neat, was all of these mini photo ops of various scenes from the anime that you could put your plushies or figures into! As I rarely have someone with me to take photos of myself at events like this, and I rarely post them even when I do, NGL I loved it. I wish I had brought something! I did have a PAF Naru on my bag I could have used, but it would have taken time to unpin her so unfortunetly I did not.

The next room contained an exhibit of various merch from throughout the years.

Unfortunately, there wasn't really much merch to look at in the classic section. Just the guitars, some stones, and the Smart Pod Shot. But I definitely think there was more than that back in the day! There has to have been because I own at least one thing that was not in here (a pool bag) haha!

They also had a REAL prism guitar on display, which apparently they are actually going to sell at some point!?

The last part of the exhibit before going to the gift shop, was a hallway with messages from all the voice actresses and the director. This was also a zone where photos were banned, but I remember in the director's he acknowledged Rainbow Live as being the only Pretty Rhythm season to achieve a 10th anniversary celebration and ended his commentary with "Glorious Pretty Rhythm" hahaha. Next was the gift shop...

Which was honestly super disappointing... I was prepared to spend a lot of money here, but in the end, I barely bought anything. Everything, EVERYTHING good was blind and the stuff that wasn't was just so expensive.

Like, they had this set of Hiro cards with his magazine covers and debut poster and I really wanted them but when I actually saw them it was like... 2,000 yen? FOR THREE CARDS!? Those tiny little cards you can see up there below the keychains?

????????????

Am I missing something!?

In the end I bought two Wakana boards and two clear files. And the one blind thing I couldn't resist was the Prism Stone badges... which turned out to be Otoha x2 and one Ann. Gah.

I also might have bought a Wakana plush doll, but she was sold out. Out of all the Rainbow Live girls she was the only one sold out both here and at Tokyo Station Prism Stone.

And here were the bonuses I got. Including, yes, the AiPri card. So for people who saw me posting it over on @pretty-idol-hell, this was where it came from.

I also got a very special letter, which I am saving to translate at a later date...

Outside the event was an up and running Pretty Rhythm machine, or so I thought. Wow, no line! I said to myself as I happily bounced up to it only to find the coin slot taped over and a sign reading it could not be used. Darn. (I know there's no prism stones left in the wild, but come on, there's no free play mode...? Well, I guess even if there was they wouldn't want people loitering around the exhibition.)

Anyway, as you read I did have a few complaints, but it still makes my heart happy that this event existed at all. I loved all the time and effort that went into making all the recreations of things!

[what-pony-is-this]

Hello! I come to you today with This Fellow:

It always confused me as a kid cuz it’s a Rarity Mold, but with Trixie’s cutiemark? My dad got it for me when I was in 5th grade at a con (so like, ~7 years ago) and I’ve only worn it once. Yes, it is a necklace. Is this official merch turned into a necklace?

it is official merch turned into a necklace!! and it is Trixie in a Rarity mold!

fun fact: the first time Trixie showed up in the blind bags was Wave 4 in 2011 and was actually just "Lulamoon" before being changed to "Trixie Lulamoon" (she was also originally a glitter pony)

Trixie has also been mostly Rarity molds except for 2012 and 2018 where she was released as a Twilight Sparkle mold!

this particular Trixie you have looks like it's from Wave 14 (or the 14A, UK exclusive) released in 2015!

[observeowl]

Second Chance | Chapter 10 - How Things Have Changed

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You realised you have been focusing a lot on sports the past week and decided to focus more on your studies this time. A mini test was coming up, and while you were confident that it was going to be alright, you strove to get a 100% this time. Participating, asking more questions, and making yourself known to the professors. 

Andrew has been meeting you at the group study room as you needed his part of the credit to book the room. You felt bad that you used his credits and weren’t speaking much to him, even in close proximity, since you were focused on studying. Hence, after packing up, you tried talking to him about basketball or things we were interested in. He told you about the game he won and how excited he was being closer to the final game. You told him about your competition next week, and if you did well enough, you’d make it to the next day. 

You got a leave of absence in your first life because the test was on the same day as your competition. However, this time, you were prepared enough to let Clint handle the registration on your behalf and take an Uber there immediately after. Missing this test meant that the 10% gets transferred to the next one, and it would be a lot harder to get the A you desired. 

As you rushed out of the classroom, carrying your heavy ass bow bag, you ran into Natasha, literally knocking her fully filled water bottle off her hand. “Who the hell-, Y/N?” She bends down to pick up her bottle, preventing more from spilling onto the floor. “Aren’t you supposed to be in competition?” 

“I- I was just taking my test and about to head there now.” You didn’t really stay longer to talk to her. 

“I can drive you there. I was planning to go and cheer on Clint anyway.” She offered. “He gave me the competition details. Your session starts in an hour and a half, right?” You looked at Natasha, unsure of her intentions. 

“I guess so. Don’t you have class?” You took her offer, not wanting to be late and threw your game off. 

“You know I don’t need those classes to ace my test, Y/N.” 

“Right…” 

Natasha brought you to her car and helped place your bag in the trunk. Once you got in, she immediately started the drive there. 

“How is it with Andrew?” She asked.

“It’s going good. I never thought I’d be with someone I met at a party.” You admitted instead of giving some kind of snarky remark. It’s time to let it go and be civil with her, it’s no one’s fault that both of you landed in this position. “What about you and Maria?” 

She’s not like you. Natasha wanted to say. “It’s good too. It’s definitely easier when both are in the same course. I just started on my first group project with her. That’s better than with Clint. He needs to learn how to pull his weight.” Clint wasn’t the type to aim for the stars, but he knew what satisfied him. He just wants to live comfortably with whoever he ends up with. 

“It’s nice that this life turned out better for the both of us.” 

“You should get some rest. There is still a while to go. Relax your muscles.” The same thing she used to say when she brought you to another competition when you were with her. 

“Thanks.” 

You would love to say you don’t conform under peer pressure, but when Camellia and Diana were going on a group blind date with the rest of her friends and invited you, you joined them despite wanting to binge-watch clips on YouTube. It turned out to be the best and worst decision of your lifetime. 

You didn’t expect Nat to be there, though she didn’t seem like she wanted to be there either. She was the only one in her group who still had yet to date, and Sam saw the group blind date in one of his random broadcast groups (he used it to get the best deals) and urged Nat to go. He figured that if she really hated it, she could blend into the surroundings, and people won’t notice her. But you did. She was the first thing you noticed you walked in. 

You thanked your god and friends when you entered the restaurant that deviated from your usual routine. Everyone matched with themselves, and you sat opposite Nat for the first time. It was up to you to initiate and lead the conversation because she looked uninterested. You were nervous and afraid you were going to say the wrong thing, but whatever you did clearly made her notice you more as she began talking to you more in school and eventually started asking you out. Nat really puts in her all when she wants to get it. 

“We’re here.” Natasha informed you as she pulled up to the drop-off point. You thought she was going to stay in the car, but she came out and took the bag for you. “Good luck, all the best.” 

“Thank you.” You took your bag from her and made your way up to the hall. 

On the way, you met a few of your group mates and began setting your bow up in the holding room as Clint gave you your paper that showed which lane you were shooting. “Natasha’s here, by the way. I think she should be coming up soon.” 

“Oh? You met her on the way here?” 

“No, she drove me here, actually. I knocked into her in school.” 

“Well, hurry up and do your warm-up. Your session should start soon.” He helped you to bring your bow into the hall as you started your stretches. Kate had already shot in the morning, as she was in the intermediate section while you were in the novice section. She had already shot the triple face target, while you were only shooting the 20cm target.

You were just in time as you stepped into the hall when they announced for the players to get ready. Clint and your friends were there for you, ready to tell you where your shots landed. Andrew wanted to come too, but you told him there was really no point when you were only going to be shooting for around one and a half hours. You’ve done this before, where you went to cheer them on, and it was the most tiring thing ever, having nothing to do. Granted, you were there for twelve hours. 

“Relax, just do what you normally do in training, and you’ll be good.” Clint reassured you. Today was the scoring round, where everyone shoots, and the top 16 would qualify for the bracket. You did everything you’d do during training, even pressing the handheld counter, even though you didn’t need to know how many arrows you had shot. You just needed to be in the same mindset in your comfortable space. 

Time flew when you were shooting, and the hour passed before you knew it. Now the only thing was to cheer the rest of them on and wait for your result. You scored 223 out of 300, so there was a high chance you’d make it in. 

“I really think you have a high chance of winning this competition if you keep this up.” My hands flew to my chest when I heard Natasha’s voice come out of nowhere, scaring me. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s alright.” You shook your head. “I thought you were going to be at Clint’s lane by now.” 

“I am. Would you want to go together?” You couldn’t wrap your head around Natasha’s actions and how she presented herself, but you didn’t want to probe. 

Your vice-captain, Alexandra, was helping Clint sight his arrows. And you were behind the line cheering him on each time he scored a time, so… basically all the time. He was probably the only one to score 10s consistently. You kinda feel bad for other men in this competition. 

When the day finally ended around 8 pm, you hitched a ride back with your friends who stayed near you. Thankfully, everyone in the team made it to the next round, and it would be an interesting day tomorrow. 

===

Despite telling Andrew to reach after 10 am because there would be nothing for him to do before that, he came with the rest at 8 am. Thankfully, most members knew him from the training camp and came to talk to him, so he didn’t feel as bored. They tried to include him as best they could and told him roughly how things were going to go for the day. 

As the time ticked closer to 10 am, you started getting more anxious. This was different from the scoring round, you actually have a chance to win at this thing. You were part of the Top 16. Winning three rounds guarantees you a medal, and four for a gold medal. You told yourself to calm down, there was still roughly an hour before it was your turn. But your heart refused to listen, instead insisting on beating quickly.

You started to lose awareness of your surroundings and knew you needed to sit down before you collapsed to the floor. 

“I got you.” Suddenly a pair of arms hugged you from behind, bringing you back to reality. 

The pressure helped a lot, and you needed more of it. “Tighter… more…” The person complied, hugging you tighter and using their entire body to enclose you. 

“Just breathe.” She started taking more exaggerated deep breaths. “In… out… in… out…” 

With her help, you managed to ground yourself once again. She was unmistakably Natasha. 

Once your senses were more in control, you could smell the same perfume you have smelled for many years. “Th-thank you.” 

“No problem.” 

“Uhm…”

“Right.” Natasha removed her arms from you. “Sorry. They are calling for you. You should probably head over there soon before they disqualify you.” You moved quickly and just in time before the crew came over to your lane. Clint and the rest had brought your equipment over, so you were set to shoot. 

“Where have you been?” Clint silently asked. “I thought you were going to miss it.”

“Sorry.” 

You placed a hand on your heart and told it to calm down as you tried to get into the zone. With the second beep, you began loading an arrow and started aiming at the target. 

“Six.” Reported Clint. Not the worst, but definitely not good enough at this stage. You loaded another arrow after adjusting your sight, but you still landed another six. “Come on, you can do it!” The last arrow hit a seven, but your opponent was mostly hitting eights and nines, which gave the points for this set. 

Two points for every win, one point for a draw and the first to six wins. This can end as quickly as three sets, and it’s starting to get to you again. You couldn’t internalise anything Clint was trying to explain or correct your form. You just nodded to everything, even until you collected your arrows. 

“Y/N!” Natasha’s voice always seemed to manage to rise above the rest. “Just remember your routine. Do everything you would do during training.” You stared at her before making your way to the line once again. Even when the beep sounded, you stood there with your bow unmoving. The timer ticked, and everyone was looking amongst themselves, not knowing your intention. 

You knew you had a relatively fast release and could afford to take the time to regulate. After taking a final deep breath, you tilted your head to the right angle before picking up your bow and releasing it quickly. You didn’t even wait for Clint’s words before loading an arrow again and again. You only had one second to spare by the time the last arrow was shot. 

“10, 10, 10.” Clint said more to the people around him than to you. Naturally, you won this round and were tied, 2-2. “It’s like a switch flipped in her. What is it you said that impacted her so much?”  Natasha shrugged her shoulders before walking away. You carried on with this momentum all the way until the final round with minimal talking and eventually made your way to the top. 

Your battle was half won when your opponent saw how you fared during the competition. Your consistent shooting was not something common in this category. It made her lose focus which became an easy match for you. 

When you won, your teammates and everyone cheered. As you walked back after the crew officially announced who won between you and your teammates. “Thank you. You played a great game as well.” You told your opponent before she went back to her team. 

“Y/N! You did amazing! Two gold medals for our school! Or three since I’m definitely going to win.” Clint said as the rest continued to say a great job. It seems like Kate also won her category while you were panicking outside. 

You thanked them for their support before they started to get ready for the man's category. Everyone cleared the area for the next batch of people. Clint was ready, and all you had to do was cheer each time he shot. You kinda feel bad for the opponents. There aren’t many archery competitions since it’s quite a niche sport, and they all have to compete against Clint since you aren’t allowed to backtrack to a lower category once you’ve competed in the higher one. 

“Well done. I knew you could do it.” Andrew stood next to me and whispered. You smiled at him and went out together to talk better. “It seems like I better fulfil my promise and win my championship too.” 

“Don’t put too much pressure on yourself. Just do your best. You wouldn’t want to hurt yourself in preparation for it.” Basketball could be very dangerous as sportsmen hurt their ankles and knees. 

“Are you celebrating your win with your teammates?” Andrew asked. It seems like he wanted to return the favour. 

Sadly, you shook your head. “They already have other plans. And I much prefer to head home to sleep as well. We’ve been here for 12 hours, after all.” The second day was always more tiring as you needed to take longer rest during the day. 

As people started filtering out, you knew it was time to head it as Clint advanced to the second round. You noticed Natasha wearing the Captain’s lanyard and standing behind the scope. It was weird since Clint didn’t need any assistance of this kind, and he could see the target clearly. That was until you noticed that she was not looking at his target's face but at his opponent. Ever the spy, always wanting to know who she’s facing. 

===

After the prize ceremony and helping the host to pack up, it was past 9 pm Andrew was willing to send you back home because it would be dangerous for you to walk on the streets alone. 

You thanked him once again for sending you back home as you took your bow bag from his trunk. Standing in front of his car, you spent a silent moment together. Both of you felt like doing something to end the night, but neither had the courage to do so. Sensing the moment was over, he turned to head back inside his car when you kissed him on his cheek.

“Have a safe ride home. Thank you for coming today.” 

@queen-of-chaotic-surprises @esposadejoyhuerta @gemz5 @natsxwife @dyslexic-dreamer @unexpected-character @eternalnight410 @leenasayeed @oh-thats-sad @skz-xii @gay-frogs-dancing-around @justspance

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[one-sleepy-dragon]

just once, i'd like to see a "tradwife" blog where the wife in question looks 10 years older than she really is. i'd like to see the prematurely white hairs, the dried and wrinkled hands, the cracked and dull nails from constantly cleaning and washing dishes, the dark circles and eye bags. i want to see the trad wives who gained weight during pregnancy and never managed to lose it, the ones who have nowhere to complain that their knees and backs ache from scrubbing bathroom floors, the ones dead tired from spending all day on their feet sweeping and cooking.

i want to see the trad wives who look messy and disheveled because they had no time to wash their hair this week, whose faces hurt from falling asleep with their makeup on every night from sheer exhaustion. i want to see the trad wives who haven't bought a new dress in years, whose prettiest clothes don't fit them anymore, who only have one bra at this point and it's five years old and the underwire's starting to come out. i want to see the trad wives who are ashamed of their appearance, of the way their bodies changed, the baby weight they never shed. the ones who look longingly and jealously at wealthier women their age who look 10 years younger, those who have the time and money to invest in their looks and hobbies.

i want to see the trad wives whose children take them for granted. those whose children think the beds make themselves, the meals cook themselves, the house cleans itself. those whose children never help out around the house because "that's mom's job". i want to see the trad wives whose sons take after their fathers and never lift a finger to help because "that's women's work", and whose daughters are forced to become mini mothers and housekeepers from a young age because "that's women's work". i want to see the trad wives whose sons never grow up and whose daughters never get to be kids, because that's what they're taught.

i want to see the trad wives whose children are disabled. those whose toddlers aren't beautiful and docile little angels, but who have behavioural issues, developmental issues, health issues of all kinds. children who are crippled, paralyzed, on the spectrum, with down syndrome, deaf, blind, nonverbal. those whose children will require permanent care or even hopitalization throughout most of their lives, who require therapy or medication, who struggle with chronic pain or emotional regulation, for whom every day is a fight.

i want to see the trad wives whose husbands struggle to make ends meet. i want to see trad wives faced with a near-empty pantry, trying to figure out what to feed their children with. i want to see trad wives whose husbands are breaking down under financial strain, constantly irritable and withdrawn because they don't know how they'll afford the mortgage this month. i want to see the trad wives who have no idea how to help pay the bills because men are the ones who handle finances. i want to see trad wives struggling to hold back tears when their children complain about eating spaghetti and tuna for the second week in a row, or when they ask for a christmas gift they can't afford.

i want to see the trad wives who can't remember their own hobbies. i want to see trad wives whose eyesight's so far gone that by the time they have time, they can no longer read, or paint, or sew. i want to see the trad wives who gave up on their self-care routines long ago because there wasn't time nor money, the ones who haven't bought a candle or a new novel or a colored pencil set in years because their kids' dental surgery or college tuition was more important. i want to see the trad wives who say "i used to be a wonderful dancer once" or "i really loved pottery once" or "i was very good at math once, doubt i remember any of it now" with a sad, faraway look in their eyes.

i want to see the trad wives who are real. these pastel moodboards full of flowers and shining kitchens and blonde babies and thin young women with perfect skin are an illusion. they don't exist. to be a traditional housewife is to accept a life full of sacrifice. it means you're willing to waste away, to shrink in on yourself until there's almost nothing left, just for the sake of your family.

even if you do everything right, if you marry a good man who provides for you and doesn't abandon you, or cheat on you, or abuse you in any way (which is already like finding a needle in a haystack), you will still be faced with exhaustion and suffering. your children will not be perfectly angelic and lovely. your house will not be clean and flawless at all times. your husband will not be loving and doting forever. you will have to work yourself to the bone; you will have to sacrifice your looks, your health, your hobbies, your emotional needs, your physical and mental well-being. nothing about you will be a priority anymore.

if that kind of sacrifice is worth it to you, then i commend you; you are far braver and more noble than i. but if you are not willing to sacrifice everything about yourself for the sake of your family, then you should take a long, hard look in the mirror, and ask yourself if you've fallen in love with a fantasy. because i can promise you, the reality is so, so much uglier than you ever could've imagined.

[stormi-the-pup]

Gwen Stacy sister caregiver/flip moodboard!

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Gwen as a CG

She likes calling her little(s) “little bro/sis/sib”, or plays on that such as “bubby”, “sissy”, and/or “sibby”! She also calls her little(s) nicknames based on their favorite activities or animals.

For example, if you’re an artist, she would call you her little painter, or if you were a musician, she would call you a little rockstar!

As for names you call her, she prefers “big sis”, “sissy”, or something else along those lines.

Gwen loves to show off all the stuff you give her. A pretty rock? She puts them on her shelf with all the others! A drawing? It’ll be hung up next to her posters!

I like to imagine she’s a good singer, so she likes to sing lullabies or fun songs to her little(s)! Her voice is very calming.

She’ll also take you to concerts if you like that (and make sure you have the proper ear protection), because she enjoys it just as much!

If you want to go out for a swing with her, she makes sure and then triple checks that you’re secure before taking off.

If you start to take an interest in one of her hobbies (dance, drums, etc.) she is over the moon and super willing to teach you!

Can and will insist she do your makeup/hair/play dress up!

Gwen as a regressor

She’s an older regressor, usually around the age of 9.

She likes music a lot when she’s little, whether she’s playing it or just listening. Often times she’ll be wearing her headphones and dancing or singing along!

When Gwen is small, she likes to watch shows/movies that she did as a kid (Strawberry Shortcake, Lilo & Stitch, etc.)

I imagine she’s not so much of a person who likes toys, rather she likes to collect little mini figures like LPS or MLP blind bag toys.

Along with that, she doesn’t own many stuffed animals. She has some from Miles and the other spiders, but other than that she only really owns one or two that she’s had since she was a kid.

^ One is a lamb, one is a penguin!

Gwen doesn’t strike me as someone who uses pacis a lot, she prefers teethers or chewlery.

Other things: She loves hair clips, fake makeup/lipgloss, and rattles.

[angelsanarchy]

Righteousness of Man: Kappa x Y/N- Mini Series PRT 06

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Y/n had recovered from Kappa's punishment rather quickly and she didn't let him believe there was anything wrong between them. She wanted him to feel like he had won whatever power struggle he thought they had going on. She wanted him to feel safe in his blind leadership.

He startled her out of her thoughts when he came into the trailer and put his hands on her shoulders.

"Did I scare you darlin?" Kappa whispered in her ear, moving her hair from the nape of her neck to kiss.

"I was lost in my own thoughts and didn't hear you come in." Y/n leaned back into his chest.

"I'm sorry." Kappa wasn't someone who apologized. She knew he still had slight doubts about her forgiveness but she kept reminding him that it was a punishment she deserved. She turns around in his arms and puts her arms around his neck.

"How was scouting with the boys? Find anything interesting?" Y/n asked as Kappa pulled her towards the bed. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap.

"Yes actually. Do you remember that machine man from the news? The astronaut? I'm pretty sure we found out where he lives." Kappa informed her. Y/n nodded her head fanning interest. Kappa could tell she didn't really care and he frowned.

"You're still upset with me, I know you are." He pushed some of her hair off her face.

"Kappa, I've already told you-"

"I know what you've told me and I don't believe you. I hurt you intentionally and I never gave you a chance to explain yourself." Y/n looked at him almost surprised.

"Explain myself?" She repeated.

"Why did you venture off on your own? What were you looking for?" Kappa asked softly stroking her thigh.

"It doesn't matter now." She brushed it off.

"It matters to me...please." Kappa's demeanor changed and Y/n felt suspicious. He had never been remorseful for any of his actions and for some reason, he was coming across as desperate for her forgiveness. She stood from his lap and walked over to a cabinet.

"Do you remember when we had a conversation about you being with men and women?" Kappa nodded at her question.

"You said you would never let another man have his way with you because you could never trust another man to have that kind of control on you." Y/n watched Kappa's face as she dug through a bag and pulled out a harness.

"So you think I want you to control me instead?" Kappa asked curiously.

"Well I figured we could build that trust-"

"You think we don't have trust anymore?" Kappa was quick to cut her off.

"Kappa..." She had never seen him in such a state before.

"What if I want you to hurt me like I hurt you? Would you be willing to do that?" Kappa asked. Y/n shook her head at him baffled.

"I'm not going to plow into you as some sort of revenge Kappa. I wanted this to be fun." Y/n started to put the harness back in the bag and he grabbed her wrist.

"Wait wait wait...I want to try...with you." He begged. Y/n looked him over and tilted her head.

"Take your clothes off." She said firmly. Kappa didn't even hesitate. He stripped completely naked and waited for further instructions.

"Lay down on your back." She pointed to the bed and he did as he was told while she pulled a few things from the bag and laid in the bed next to him.

"You seem nervous, don't you trust me?" She asked letting her fingernails scrape the skin of his torso.

"I'm not nervous. I want to give you whatever you want." Kappa explained.

"Bend your knees." Kappa lifted his knees and Y/n slid her leg underneath him, now running her fingers over his cock. Kappa closed his eyes and started to breathe carefully as she stroked him.

"Does that feel good?" She asked stroking him slowly. Kappa shook his head and moaned. She put lube on her fingers and traced the outside of his balls, making goosebumps appear on his skin. His eyes opened and she touched his knee.

"It's okay, just relax." She moved to sit between his legs and kept stroking as she used one finger to pry inside his hole. He grunted and tightened at the intrusion but Y/n kept stroking his cock with her free hand, licking at the precum as she slowly moved her finger inside of him.

"Th-that's not bad. It doesn't feel great but it doesn't-" Y/n inserted another finger and his eyes opened quickly as he hissed.

"Fuck!" Kappa gritted. Y/n mentally rolled her eyes knowing that once she put a cock inside of him, he'd be an even bigger baby. She didn't care though. She pretended to care for the sake of the show she was putting on but she didn't care if Kappa felt pain.

"How do people get off on this? There's nothing good about this." Kappa complained. Y/n knew she had to show him the pleasurable side of things or else he would get suspicious so with a shift in her digits, she sought his prostate making his cock jump.

"Whoa...whoa...what the fuck." Kappa's hand jumped to his stomach as he leaned up and looked at her.

"That's why people get off on it. This takes time, it's not something that should be rushed...ever." She put simply. Before Kappa began to apologize again, Y/n cut him off by continuously rubbing his prostate. He whined and squirmed as she remained forceful but gentle with him. He kept whimpering her name and biting his lip as his cock wept with cum. The moment she realized he was getting close, she sat back on her heels and got off the bed.

"Wh-what? Why did you stop?" Kappa questioned watching Y/n take her clothes off. She stepped into the harness and pulled the 5 inch flesh colored cock from the bag and fitted it into the harness. She gestured for Kappa to come towards her and he did, getting to his knees in front of her.

"Open your pretty mouth." Y/n said devoid of emotion. Kappa hesitated before reaching his hands up as if he were going to touch the siliicone cock but Y/n swatted his hands away.

"Did I say you could touch? No! Now put that mouth on my cock like the good little whore you are." Y/n gripped Kappa's hair and forced the cock into his mouth. She watched as he adjusted to the foreign feeling of having something in his mouth like this. She had figured all of his experience with men would have been on the giving end of things based on his selfish nature. She watched him gag and pull back but she yanked his hair.

"Poor baby, did I hurt your throat?" She mocked. Kappa's jaw hung slack for a moment at the challenge in her tone and this time gripped the straps of the harness and yanked her hips towards his face, deep throating the cock in his mouth. Y/n laughed as he fought back against his gag reflex until she had enough.

"Get back on the bed, on your belly." Kappa tripped crawling onto the bed and she could tell by the tension in his back that he was nervous. However his cock hadn't soften one bit since she started throat fucking him.

"Did you like sucking my cock? You like when I fuck your pretty throat." Y/n ran her hand down Kappa's pale ass and smacked it roughly.

"Yes." She heard how hoarse his voice was and she felt accomplished in having fucked his throat raw.

"Now be a good boy and tell Mommy what you want baby. What do you want me to do with my cock?" Y/n asked watching Kappa drop his head between his shoulders. When he took a moment to respond, she smacked his ass as hard as she could and he jumped.

"FUCK..I want you to fuck me. Please Mommy...please fuck me." Kappa pleaded looking back at her, face full of pitiful doubt. She played with his hole for a moment before thrusting forward. Kappa's back arched and his body shook from the pain. He cried out for her to stop or slow down but she didn't move. She could hear his breathing and waited for only a moment for him to adjust. She knew the pain he was in. She wanted him to feel what he did to her but she also knew she wasn't a monster.

She ran her fingers down his back and cooed at him to relax, reaching around to yank on his cock which had faltered just a bit from pain. She moved her hips slowly and he continued to whimper, gripping the sheets between his fingers roughly as he tried to breathe through it.

Y/n pulled back and rested her naked body against his back, gripping his hand that clutched the sheets beneath him.

"You're going to be okay. Just breathe baby." Y/n whispered in his ear as she started slow, shallow thrusts. She listened to his whimpers turn into moans and she pressed deeper into him making him growl.

"Harder. Fuck...fuck me harder." Kappa practically roared and Y/n gave him what he wanted. She could see how swollen his hole was as she pounded into him and felt when he started pushing his hips backwards onto her cock until he reached between his legs to try and jerk himself off but found it too difficiult.

Y/n pulled out of him, flipping him to lay on his back and shoving back into his ass so she could watch his face.

"I want you to cum on my cock. Can you do that?" Y/n continued to thrust into him and watch as she jerked himself off rapidly. When his blew his load, white streaks painted his chin and neck while he cried out and shook like he was dropped into the artic. Y/n pulled out of him and scooped the cum from his chin, pushing it between his lips. He took his own cum into his mouth and sucked on her fingers greedily.

"I love you...I love you so fucking much." Y/n didn't return his sentiment. She gripped his chin roughly.

"Tell Mommy thank you for letting you cum, you selfish whore." Y/n leaned down and Kappa smirked that cocky smirk he carried around the compound when talking with everyone else, almost like he had all the answers and we were just here for the ride.

"Thank you Mommy." The way it left his lips felt like a snake hissing poison from his tongue to her lips.

Y/n knew that in this moment, she had gained control of Kappa. She just had to figure out what her next steps were.

[sleepyfan-blog]

Incoming Pallius

Author’s Note: This is the third part of a mini-arc in which Cedric will be (trying) to patch up injured Primaris Black Templars as they appear on Ancient and Holy Terra! For other adventures click here and here. First. Previous. Next. Thank you to @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan for allowing me to borrow Hura and Zariel!

warnings: injuries, blood, surgical procedures, concussion

tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @kit-williams @bleedingichorhearts @i-am-a-dragon34

Summary: Pallius finds himself... On a planet? That's... Weird as fuck.

Pallius blinked blearily in shock as bright, warm sunshine shone in his swollen eyes. He could smell fresh - if lightly polluted - air on the breeze ruffling his blood-matted hair. He could hear the sounds of worried voices murmur and the rapid beating of multiple mortals’ hearts in their chests. Firm ground pressed against his badly injured and bloodied back. Breathing hurt so, so much, but he kept on doing it. Weight pressed against his chest, so Pallius turned over onto one side with an agonized groan as he coughed wetly. The coppery tang of blood filled his mouth and splattered the black surface he’d been left on.

The last thing he remembered was Chaplain Petras’ harsh words of reprimand as the older marine administered the corporal punishment that he had earned for his audacity to question the orders of the vicious bastard who’d chosen him as a personal punching bag and durable serf… Or should he say, the firstborn astartes who’d chosen to mentor him. He’d been aboard The Sigismund and one of his fellow Primaris Marines - one of the few Apothecaries in training - had sprinted into the room first aid kit in hand and helmet on to hide any unfortunate facial reactions to the miserable state that Pallius had been beaten into by Petras.

Pallius had heard warnings about the firstborn captain’s temper. Had noted the unease in his fellow Primaris Marines when interacting with him, even in groups. He had noticed the unusual numbers of casualties and fatalities that his fellow Primaris Marines had suffered verses their non-primaris Apprentice and Neophyte-designated Black Templars. Along with where and how he and other Primaris had been positioned and provisioned for… As well as the types of missions they were given, versus their non-primaris apprentices and neophyte peers.

It painted a grim pict for his fellow Primaris Marines assigned to the Black Templars. Pallisu was pretty sure that he wasn’t going to survive for much longer and silently mourned the fact that he was going to be just another anonymous number. That he couldn’t warn his brothers, and verify that those rumors about the bastard were true… He silently wondered if the High Marshal would even care, if word of the suffering of his fellow Primaris Marines ever reached his ears, or if the other would turn a blind eye to it.

He startled a little as he felt a small hand touch one of his shoulders. Pallius forced his swollen eyes open as far as they would go, squinting up at the blurry figure of a… A… Blue-haired mortal teenager? He managed to smile weakly up at them as feelings of safety, warmth and affection surged within him at their continued touch.

They spoke rapidly in a language that Pallius did not understand, tears streaming down their face.

Pallius blinked up at them and with a titanic effort of will, he brought up one of his hands - the bones in his fingers broken by the stomping boots of a certain chaplain - and with painstaking care, tried to wipe them away. It felt so very wrong to him, to see this mortal weep and sob. A deep, instinctual part of him wanted very much to cheer this lovely mortal up. To see them smile and laugh. To make sure that they were happy and loved and safe at all times, forever.

Ah. Whoops. His bloody fingers were leaving stains on their pretty face. He hadn’t meant to do that, though the mortal was leaning into his touch a little, which made him smile a little. “Shhh… Shhh… It’s my duty to serve.” He managed to force him to say. His throat ached to say, even those few words and he panted, trying to recover what little breath he had remaining in his lungs.

The pretty mortal leaned into his hand a little more, causing the warmth in his chest to intensify pleasantly. It was taking too much effort for Pallius to keep his eyes open, so he closed them. His everything ached, but the nameless warmth that was starting to spread through his body felt good. His newborn desire to protect and care for this lovely mortal with all that he is, and all he could ever be was staving off his nose-dive into the abyssal darkness that threatened to consume him with every passing moment.

Much heavier footsteps thundered towards him. Ceramite on whatever stone-adjacent surface this black substance was. With tremendous effort and force of will, Pallius heaved himself up into a sitting position and forced his eyes open once more, looking to the source of the ceramite-clad sounds.

FUCK!

Firstborn Astartes were thundering towards him. By their colors and heraldry, they were Salamanders, but apart from his relative certainty that it meant that the mortals around him were safe, it was likely even odds as to whether or not they would have him treated, or gie him the Emperor’s Mercy for his sorry physical state.

The pretty mortal was fussing something fierce, from what he could see of their body posture and their tone of voice. He was startled to hear them speak in a thick accent he did not recognize, in Gothic “More Astartes coming. To help you.”

A wheezed laugh left his lips, quickly dissolving into another series of wet, blood-splattering coughs. Astartes were the Angels of the Imperium, yes. Salamanders were said to be among the most compassionate and kind of all Angels. To mortals. Amongst their cousins, the Dragons had several well-earned reputations, and Pallius was braced for a painful, and likely fiery death. The internal politics of the Astartes were not for mortals to know, and he ran his tongue along his lips, licking the blood off of his teeth before smiling sadly down at them, trying to keep the bitterness from his voice “I… Hear their footsteps.

He really wished he had the rest of his armor on. Or at least his helmet as it would hide his emotional reactions to a degree as the bastard firstborns came to heckle and torment him. With another titanic effort of will, he shifted as the cacophonous sound of  Astartes running got louder and louder, Pallius managed to shift so that a majority of his bulk was shielding the pretty mortal from their view. 

The half-dozen concerned looking Salamanders surrounded him, moments later, and Pallius hated the way that each of them clocked the way he flinched and curled away from their approach. Pallius also hated the way that his treacherous, dying body shuddered continuously now, as he was surrounded on all sides by firstborn marines. He was not afraid. He was not afraid. Astartes could not feel fear, so he bared his teeth as the Salamanders crowded in closer, a low, rumbling growl escaping his split and bleeding lips.

The pretty (his?) mortal began to run their fingers through his hair. They were careful to not touch the places on his head where he was bleeding or swollen. Their scent was stronger and the touch was wonderful.

Tears slid down his face, and he leaned into their gentle touches, a sob leaving him as he closed his eyes once more. It felt so good to be held gently, to be touched as if he was someone to be treasured and cared for, rather than a newly crafted weapon that needed to be beaten and molded into the correct shape for his superiors to use as they saw fit. “I will live. For you. I promise.” Pallius vowed as he leaned into the (his) mortal, feeling gentle darkness swallow his body as Astartes-sized hands dragged him away from them.

If he survived, he would find them. If he died, his spirit would protect theirs until he was swallowed by deamons.

~

Cedric had been rushing from one appointment to the next all morning. He had barely enough time to take a steadying breath before plunging back into caring for the next in a seemingly endless waves of patients, muchless chart all that he had done. 

Today was the start of a local festival celebrating the summer weather, near as Cedric could tell… Which apparently involved pyrotechnics (Bombs, but sparkly and not meant for war or purposeful destruction) imbibing copious amounts of intoxicants and forgetting how to hydrate properly along with forgetting what the symptoms of heat-stroke and sun-sickness were until the afflicted required medical attention. 

If pressed, Cedric could rely on his memory to recount just what precisely he had done to aid those seeking care… Which involved a lot of burn cream, IV hydration therapy and the stitching of fingers and/or toes back onto the stump where they’d been blown off of. Most of his patients today had been baselines, but not all of them. The occasional sheepish Astartes had entered his exam room, in need of medical care.

Ten minutes ago, Hura had walked into the exam room that Cedric had claimed for the day and physically dragged him out of it. The vile chaos bastard had refused to let him go until he’d been forced onto a chair, with fresh and fortified food placed in front of him to eat.

Which he had inhaled as fast as he could without choking. Cedric hadn’t realized how hungry and thirsty he had gotten while tending to the seemingly endless number of patients needing care. After that, as Hura refused to let him leave, Cedric had started to doze off a little in the seat, enjoying the relative peace and quie-

Andrew, one of the mortals who was running the front desk burst into the room, a worried frown on his face, as if Cedric thinking one of the Forbidden Words had summoned  even more trouble to their collective doors. “Sirs, a badly injured and partially unarmored and unarmed astartes suddenly appeared within the city. A squad of Salamanders is closing in on his location, and he’ll be brought here.  Zariel is already scrubbing up for the likely surgeries he’ll require, but is asking for at least one, ideally two more Apothecaries to aid him in tending to the injured marine. The Salamanders were unable to identify which legion or chapter he belonged to, and he passed out on the scene before any of the Salamanders could try and speak with him.”

Cedric stood up, and answered “I am willing and able to help Apothecary Zariel.”

“I will assist as well.” Hura responded, nodding seriously “What is their eta?”

“Five minutes max. The mortals are doing their best to clear a direct path to the clinic but there’s a lot of people between here and where the injured marine landed.” The baseline answered honestly.

“Then we should get going quickly. He’s going into Operating room three, which is fully prepared, yes?” Hura remarked, moving faster at this news. 

Cedric swiftly followed after Hura, hearts leaping into his throat as the baseline human described the injuries that had been inflicted upon the Astartes - along with the black armor of the lower half of armor he was still wearing.

Was this another brother?

~

Three minutes, twenty-seven seconds later and Cedric had his answer. Lying on the operating table, while wavering in and out of consciousness was another of his fellow Primaris Black Templars. 

Another Primaris who had been beaten to death by Petras. One whom Cedric had desperately tried to save in M42 and had failed, due to a lack of supplies, experience, and time. Internally he flinched at the sight of the other Primaris marine, but his hands were stone-steady as he worked on aiding the two older and more experienced Apothecaries in putting his brother back together.

“Don’t use general anesthetic, he’s got a bad concussion, on top of everything else going on with him.” Cedric warned Zariel as the Ultramarine reached for the mask that would give astartes-grade general anesthetics. “Topical, only. Besides, General anesthetics makes Pallius more belligerent and grumpier than he usually is.” Which was saying something, as this particular battle brother was not known for his shining personality and optimistic outlook on life. 

“... So you know this badly injured marine too, Cedric?” Hura asked as he carefully sutured up one of the deeper lightning claw wounds on Pallius’ chest. “Is he also a Primaris Marine?”

“Now is not the time to ask these questions, Hura.” Zariel hummed, voice light but holding a warning as he sent an unreadable to Cedric expression the Death Guard’s way.

The Chaos Astartes’ eyes narrowed a little and he huffed “You have a point. Ah, he is coming around again. Cedric, if you would talk him down?”

Cedric rushed over so that his Brother could see him and only him, hands still working to patch him up “Easy, Palli. We’re in a safe location, I promise. You’re in good hands, and you’re going to get through this. You’ve just gotta let me work and not move around, alright? I can give you some local anesthetic for some of the deeper-”

“No. No pain relievers. You know the rules.” Pallius denied, shaking his head a little, before a quiet whimper left him “Why am I so dizzy?”

“That would be the concussion, Pallius. Try not to move around too much until I’ve got all the holes plugged inside of you. Then I’ll have you transferred to a bed where you can be in a semi-sitting position and you can have a little bit of water.” Cedric explained, hoping that neither of the other Apothecaries was going to comment on what Pallius just said. Surely they had similar rules. Right? Regarding punishments.

Not that… Cedric had told them that Pallius… Nor Lestra nor Olivar had been so badly injured because of punishments that, in his professional medical opinion, had gone on for far too long, and far too intensely. While he was relatively sure he could more or less trust them with most things… This was something that wasn’t just his secret, so he would keep close to his chest unless he and his Brothers could talk freely about what they should tell the firstborns here, if anything. “We’re not in a Black Templar Field Tent, nor medical bay. Just relax and let me help.”

“Oh… Since when were you assigned to Salamanders? Or are we rendezvousing with them on whatever planet this is? And why was I-” Pallius asked.

Oh no. Cedric had a guess as to where this line of questioning was going, and he quickly nipped that in the bud, not wanting Pallius to reveal information to two Firstborn Marines he hadn’t clocked were here that had no idea about Certain Things. He cut Pallius off “Things are a touch complicated, right now. I’ll answer all of your questions once you are fully patched up. I’ve got some help in the form of an Ultramarine Apothecary and a D…” If he said Death Guard, Pallius would Panic hard, doing no one any good whatsoever “Dusk Raider Apothecary. He’s been Temporally displaced.”

“Oh… Okay… Should I stop talking altogether, then? So I don’t distract the three of you?” Pallius asked, voice more subdued.

“No, we need you to stay awake, ideally. Talk about whatever you like. Do you have any hobbies?” Zariel asked “Hobbies being things that you do in your downtime, that aren’t training or sleeping.”

“Uhm… Does praying count?” Pallius asked “I like singing hymns with my brothers. Even if some of them are off-key, ‘s nice. Feels like we’re together and united as one. Even…”

“Even if sometimes you argue or squabble with them?” Hura offered, a small smile on the Chaos Marine’s face “I understand those feelings, young one. Apart from praying, what do you do?”

“Isn’t being off-task Heretical? Least… That’s what he says.” Pallius asks, a sullen note in his voice, blue eyes darkening a little.

“Who says that? He’s wrong, by the way. Doing things that aren’t related to battle, war, or prayer isn’t heretical.” Zariel chimed in. 

By the God-Emperor, Cedric did not want to have to deal with the fallout of where this conversation was going and quickly redirected Pallius. “Palli… Why do you smell like a mortal?”

Pallius, even concussed, did not trust most Firstborn marines even the distance that he could throw them, armored or otherwise and thus took Cedric’s prompting as the unsubtle out it was “Pretty blue haired mortal found me before the ‘manders did. They smelled nice, and their voice was so nice to hear and they make my chest all warm an’ soft. I never did get the whole protectors of the Imperium thing very well. Until I met that mortal… We are created to serve and die so that the civilians like them can live in peace and safety… Wanna protect and provide for them soooo much. Feel the need to go find them now, but I can’t. Legs don’t work.” Pallius sulked as he said those last three words. “You… You’ll make sure I can walk, right? An’ protect the pretty mortal, Ced?”

“I’ll do my best, Pallius. But you’ve got to listen to me, when I tell you to do stuff, or to not do the things I tell you not to. So that you can recover and go talk to that pretty mortal again.” Cedric reminded Pallius, a small grin appearing on his face at how adorably smitten his brother was at so chance an encounter. “Tell me more about them, if you can?” He was about to mention Ramiel… But mentioning Ramiel might bring him to the forefront of Pallius’ mind, and that was a nest of warp-spawn he did not have the ordinance to deal with right now.

Pallius’ whole face lit up with joy and love in a way that Cedric had never seen before on his usually stern and taciturn brother. He rambled about everything he knew about them… Which, admittedly wasn’t much, but he did so over and over again, until he was fully patched up, and transferred to a more comfortable medical cot to recuperate. 

“Oh Cedric…” Hura called out as the younger Apothecary sat down in one of the visitor’s chairs in the room that Pallius was temporarily assigned. “Could we talk privately, please?”

“Not right now. Pallius is a flight risk, and I have to catch up on charting from earlier in the day. My shift ended twenty minutes ago.” Cedric answered. There was. No fucking way he wanted to have any conversation Hura intended on trying to force out of him with the ominous thundercloud of a frown on his face.

“... Fine. But we will be talking. And soon.” The older Apothecary warned.

“... Noted.” Cedric responded. Fuck, he needed to warn the others to stay away from an information seeking Apothecary Hura… and probably Apothecary Zariel as well. Hopefully the chaos of this festival week would drive any unfortunate questions out of their minds and Cedric wouldn’tbe forced to tell half-truths and utter grox-shit to them on the fly. 

Hura harrumphed and left the room, closing the door behind him firmly.

Cedric groaned and slumped in the chair, hiding his face in his hands.

“Did… Did I fuck up?” Pallius asked, voice wavering a little.

“A bit. Not irreparably and things are different here in ways that I will explain to you once your concussion heals. But, to put your mind at ease neither the one who hurt you, nor the one who sent you to him can reach you here. You are safe from that, at least.” Cedric explained with a sigh “You will be able to heal in safety here.”

“... But what did you exchange for that?” Pallius asked, voice still shaking.

“Nothing I’m not willing to trade for. Worry not, Brother dear.” Cedric hummed, gently squeezing the other’s uninjured shoulder. “Sleep. I will keep watch.”

“Alright. I’ll hold you to the promised explanation later.” Pallius grumbled before cloning his eyes and falling asleep.

[toasttt11]

headache

May 3, 2022

Luke was laying in Sebastian’s bed as either of them rarely ever use Luke’s bed anymore, Luke was just scrolling on his phone waiting for Sebastian to come back after his last class.

Luke looked up hearing the door opened and saw Sebastian’s stumbling in and dropping his bag on the floor, Luke immediately sat up seeing how pale his boyfriend was and his squinted eyes.

“Sebby?” Luke soflty cooed standing up and walking to his boyfriend, Luke wrapped his arms about Sebastian and immediately Sebastian completely leaned into Luke burying his head into Luke’s neck.

“What’s wrong?” Luke softly whispered having an idea what’s wrong with him.

“Head.” Sebastian grunted out, he had felt his migraine starting in the start of his last class but he had an important test he needed to get through.

Luke hummed figuring that’s what is wrong and he gently shuffled them to their bed, he helped Sebastian lay down and Luke slipped of Sebastian’s shoes and emptied his short pockets.

Sebastian whined soflty when Luke stopped touching and stood up fully.

Luke fondly smiled and leaned down pressing a gentle kiss onto Sebastian’s head, “I’ll be right back my sweet boy, i promise.” Sebastian still pouted but reluctantly nodded.

Luke stood up and he walked to the windows closing all of the blinds making sure none of the sunlight could come through. He walked to the bathroom grabbing the motrin for Sebastian and walked back into the room, he opened their mini fridge grabbing a cold water and an ice pack for Sebastian’s forehead.

Luke walked over to Sebastian and kneeled down by the side of the bed “Lean up for me baby.” Luke soflty cooed as he helped lift his head put the meds in Sebastian’s mouth and gave him water. Luke gently set his head back down.

Luke climbed into the bed and laid on his back next to him and wrapped his arm around Sebastian and Sebastian rested the back of his head on Luke’s shoulder.

Luke gently put the cold ice back onto Sebastian’s forehead and began gently running his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair and gently started massaging his head knowing it helps Sebastian.

“Thank you.” Sebastian mumbled feeling himself relax more and more in Luke’s arms.

“Of course.” Luke pressed a soft kiss to his head, “I love you.” Luke will never get over the special smile he gets everytime he tells Sebastian he loves him.

“I love you too.” Sebastian mumbled back making Luke smile fondly.

Luke kept massaging Sebastian’s head as he watched him slowly fall asleep.