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[spectercrums]

Hibana Yamauchi

Yamauchi Hibana is the Head Priestess of Suzaku. She utilizes explosives and firearms like Bo-hiya, Ohkuni-hiya, and Houroku-hiya alongside her archery. She can also do rudimentary healing magic which manifests itself through cauterization!

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[redsray]

the funniest part of any Robin meeting the JL is that every Robin is so distinctly different from the previous one in terms of personality and vibes that the league literally gets backlash. and like, I don't blame them. not to mention that they are non-meta children that dress as a traffic light and fight crime alongside batman in gotham on a nightly basis. i'd also be a bit concerned. Batman, literally The Night of Gotham personified in the League's eyes, coming into a JL meeting: This is Robin, my crime-fighting partner. 11-year-old Dick Grayson, dressed in the brightest primary colours possible, vaguely hidden murder behind those eyes, never stops moving even for a moment: Hi! Superman: That's a child. That's-- Bats that is a child. You let a child--? Batman, deadpan: You try to stop him. Would you rather he try and murder a grown man with a wire?

Batman: This is Robin. 12-year-old Jason Todd, with the biggest grin on his face, about 3 books in his hand, stars in his eyes and a distinct street-kid drawl: Hey!!! Green Lantern: That's ... that's a different child. What?? Jason: I stole his tires :) Batman: Tried to. Jason, stage whispering to the League: basically did. Green Lantern: that is a different kid, right?? I'm not seeing shit??

Batman: This is Robin. 14-year-old Tim Drake, bo staff clutched in his hand, a wary and tired expression on his face, more on the quiet side, the literal walking definition of don't judge a book by it's cover: hello Flash: Where do you even find these-- Tim: I found myself.

Batman: This is Robin. 17-year-old Stephanie Brown, literally blonde, with a shit-eating grin, eyes full of nothing but mischief and the most explosive personality you've ever seen: hiya!! Superman: I give up. Stephanie: I know, I have that amazing effect on people.

Batman: This is Robin. 13-year-old Damian Wayne, a literal wet cat that will hiss at you, has a sword, the most judgemental stare you'll get from a teenager, ready to jump anyone there: Green Lantern: WHY DOES HE HAVE A SWORD?! Batman: ... he came with the sword.

[zombii-ships]

hiya!

I hope I’m not a bother or anything, but could you do some headcannons with Jack/Joseph/Bo and maybe Shaun, and how they’d be like if MC was a tomboy?

Hello friend!! Never a bother :3c

Jack

Jack wholeass is NOT thinking about anything besides the fact that its you. You could be the girliest person, or stone masc and Jack- the eternal lovesick optimist that he is- is gonna find things he loves about it. He’s obsessed with tomboy MC, loves watching them do their hobbies, and finding out more about them. He wants to support you, number one, so he tries to make MC comfortable and also feel beautiful (or handsome if they prefer!). Catch him bringing you flannels and cool shit all the time.

Joseph

Joseph is hype as SHIT. He’s usually trying to be a bit softer/ more palatable so people accept him, but with Tomboy MC i feel like it’d be easier for him to open up to them and be comfortable. Plus he’s a lil more rugged, if MC tossed him the right wrench while he’s under his bike he’s ready to make out two seconds later. (Also steal his clothes he’ll love seeing his stuff on you)

Bo

Bo’s your biggest cheerleader no matter what, and this is no exception. Bonus points if Tomboy MC likes lots of outdoor activities. He’s a dog! Of course he’s gonna want to get dirty and get active! Also Bo’s a little rough, he’s a strong dude, so he’s put at ease by MC’s strong personality.

Shaun

Shaun’s dramatic lil ass is an absolute ham about everything MC does, so every time Tomboy MC does something cool, expect Shaun to immediately swoon onto then like the nerd he is. He starts off calling you “one of the guys” when you’re just becoming friends, but it goes from that to “OOP I WANT EM TO PUT ME IN A HEADLOCK” really quickly. Also he’s def down to show you his more intense horror movies, if you’re down.

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Hiya! I was wondering if I could request #6, #7, and #40 with Lester Sinclair please? If you could add some fluff to whatever you decide to do with this ask I'd absolutely love it thank you so much 😌💗

Thank you for the request anon! The prompts the anon requested are as follows: Prompt 6: "Be good while I'm gone yeah?" Prompt 7: "I told you to stay in the car" Prompt 40: "I want to hear the noises you make"

For future requests the prompt list is HERE

Notes: Minors DNI, No specific descriptions of reader or pronouns are used. Tw: Canon typical violence. NSFW themes. Guns talked about and used in one part.

Lester pressed his mouth against yours as he pushed you against the blanket covered ground. The two of you had managed to sneak off for some time by yourselves as Bo and Vincent took care of a new group of hitchhikers passing through Ambrose. Lester had taken you to a private little clearing somewhere on the outskirts of the ghost town.

You bit back a moan as Lester moved his lips from your mouth down to your neck, only taking them off to softly reprimand you.

"Naw darlin' c'mon, I want to hear the noises you make"

"Lester, I think- we should get back"

You said between pants of breath as Lester moved his hands down your body and brought you over to straddle his lap. Your bliss however was soon cut short, as the little walkie-talkie that Lester kept on him at all times came to life and the static laden voice of Bo came over it.

"Les?! You there?"

Lester groaned and while keeping you in his lap, he reached over to pick up the radio.

"Yeah Bo, I'm 'ere. What's goin' on?"

"One of those little fuckers got loose from the wax museum, headed back into the woods behind it."

"I'm around that area now, I'll bring him in for ya don't worry"

"Alright thanks Les, keep us posted."

Lester groaned once more before setting the walkie back down on the blanket. He pressed a hard kiss to your lips before moving you gently to the side and then standing.

"C'mon sugar, Let's get you back to the truck"

You nodded and stood up with him, helping him gather up the blanket and any other items before following him the short distance back to the truck that he parked on the side of the road. As you set the blanket and other stuff back into the back of the truck where you kept it, the two of you began to hear someone faintly calling for help in the distance.

Lester put a hand on the small of your back as the two of you stood and listened. Soon enough a bloodied man stumbled out of the woods a few yards in front of you guys. He had some sort of pipe in his hand that you guessed he had picked up from one of the abandoned shops in Ambrose before he made his way out of the town.

"Lester-"

"Shhh darlin' get on in the truck now"

"Lester he has a weapon"

"Don't you worry your pretty head about that alright? Just go on and get in the truck and be good while I'm gone yeah?"

You fixed Lester with a nervous look but nodded none the less as you climbed into the driver's seat of the truck. Lester reached through the window and grabbed his pistol he kept in the center console and slipped it in the back of his pants waistband.

He then left the truck and approached the man slowly. You heard him call out to the man and ask what was wrong but the man was to far away for you to hear his response.

Lester kept slowly but steadily approaching the man, holding his hands out to try and not present as a threat. You could tell by the man's rigid stance that he was hostile, even as Lester was approaching him, all you could do was watch with baited breath as your lover approached him and tried to diffuse any situation before it even started.

Suddenly without warning, just as Lester had gotten close enough to the man, he had swung just barely missing Lester with the piece of rusted pipe. You gasped and watched in almost slow motion as Lester reached for the gun in the back of his waistband, as he took it out the man swung again.

The swing this time knocked the gun clean out of Lester's hand before he could even aim it. Panicking now, you dug through the glovebox desperate to find anything to help when you suddenly remember Lester kept a shotgun, mostly to show to hitchhikers he picked up, underneath the passenger seat.

As Lester put his hands up in faux surrender to try and buy himself sometime, you looked for the shotgun.

You dug blindly under the seat until you felt the cold metal on your fingers. You pulled it out from under the seat and inspected it, two rounds, and you didn't know where Lester kept the other ammo so you really couldn't miss.

You prepped yourself, reminding yourself the procedure on how to use it that Lester had shown you so long ago. Once you had it down once again you bolted out of the driver's side door and approached the two men.

As you got closer you could hear the man yelling incoherently as Lester tried to make him calm down, warning him that he didn't wanna do what he thought he wanted to do. Before either men could even hardly notice you were there you aimed the gun and fired. Hitting a direct hit on the man, causing him to fall to the ground in an even bloodier heap.

You stood there, shaking, as you kept the gun aimed at the man, almost daring him to get back up. Until Lester put a hand on the shotgun and made you lower the weapon, he took it from you and tossed it to the ground before catching you as you collapsed into sobs.

"I told you to stay in the car"

Lester joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Les' I-I was so scared, I thought he was gonna kill you"

"I know sugar, but don't worry! I'm fine see!"

Lester exclaimed, adjusting so he could look down at your face as he gave you one of his toothy grins. You laughed through your tears which made him smile even wider if that was even humanly possible before he helped you off the ground.

Before the two of you went back to the truck, Lester cupped your face with his hands.

"I should thank you though darlin' you saved my ass there"

"You don't have to thank me Les, You'd do the same thing for me"

"Of course I would, I'd die for you sugar"

"Maybe some other day though yeah?"

Lester laughed and nodded as he grinned again.

"Sure darlin' some other day works for me"

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son jumpscare once again!!!! this time even he seems wary of stepping foot in the restaurant. hes holding what looks like something bundled into a blanket!!!! he walks up pretty slowly but he tries to keep a happy look on his face

hey dad!!!! its. nice to see you again!!!!! not here to talk about yesterday shocking, id honestly like to forget it all together too, but i just wanna show you somethin!!!!

he unwraps his blanket bundle to reveal a rather large mimikyu plush!!!! the blanket falls to the floor. but. OH WELL!!!! MIMIKYU!!!! he holds up the plush with pride!!!!

i never really got to respond to you saying you liked mimikyu sooooo... instead!!! i brought bo in!!!!! yes i named him bo i dont. know why

//@the-flys-buzz

{HIII!! Jake and Steven are., somewhat okay. Minus how Steven looks. His suit is icky.. however! They did both look over! Hiya!!#

“It’s all alright. I’m good you still like it here! Or try to like it. But if you are stressed, please calm down. It should be alright. You can rest!”

{Haii! The SECOND the blanket was unwrapped, Steven’s tail began to WAG. Steven expressing genuine joy? It even got a small laugh out of Jake!}

“He is perfect. It’s okay! I’m glad you named them. It gives it more sentimental value! If that makes sense. It makes the gift have more meaning. I MAY be yapping a lot but. I do genuinely like it.,.”

[lollipop-helo]

Oh, Look! A cute little Dot just appeared on your screen! (⁠ ⁠˶⁠ ⁠❛⁠ v ⁠❛⁠ ⁠˶⁠ ⁠) She's just saying hi! Nothing wrong here... ^^

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Hiya guys!!!! As you can see, one more Warner sib to the list!! ^^ I did Wakko a few days ago and will do Yakko pretty soon! (I think)

Anyways, I already covered some things about the warners in general on my Wakko post so this will just be some basic info about Dot >:3

And finally,

It's......

INFODUMP TIME!!!!!

1- Dot Warner's ACTUAL name is Princess Angelina Contessa Louisa Francesca Banana Fanna Bo Besca Warner III.

2- She's the youngest in the family, being 9/10 years old.

3- For some reason, in the reboot, the animators decided that the flower she has on her head would only have 4 petals instead of 5

4- She has what is probably the best freaking self-esteem between the sibs, and if she doesn't get what she wants through her cuteness, she WILL hurt people.

5- Hates being called Dottie. Seriously, do NOT call her that unless you want to die.

6- One of her big personality traits, specially in the reboot, is her being a feminist. She's always an absolute girlboss and I love that for her.

7- Besides being the youngest, she oftenly calls people "Kids" and also treats Wakko as a little brother.

8- We all know the Warner Bros logo, right? The written part is supposed to represent Wakko and Yakko and the dot at the end is, well, Dot.

9- Fans usually associate her with a cat.

Well, guess that's it! Or at least it is til I remember or find more things to put here. Once again, since this is Animaniacs we're talking 'bout, I need a proper way to say bye, and that is...

GOOD NIGHT EVERYBODY!!!!!

[anastasiareadsnwrites]

Can we PLEASE have a second part to Portia Featherington x reader? I have to know where it leads???

Fancy Cherries Part II (Portia Featherington x Fem! Reader)

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV

Author's note: Hiya, you request and I'll write it. I'll write masterlists for those listed in the MAIN Masterlist. Bridgerton does currently have a masterlist, which may be updated now and then, and this was definitely not proofread.

Summary: Today is a new day for your work. Waking up early in the morning and waking up Lady Featherington later on in the day. But today was different. There was a ball that caught your attention. Something absurd. So, you sneak out to the ball. But a certain Lord keeps making moves on Portia and surely it was no problem.

Warning(s): Jealous reader, flirting, men getting touchy, mention of abuse, bad spouse(s), possessive behavior, rough kissing, drunk! Portia, more to be added

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Everything seemed to be going as planned today. You woke up feeling quite tired but nothing out of the ordinary. But today's schedule was nothing but cleaning and not trying to wake the lady of the house while you do.

Surely Mrs. Varely would usually wait until Lady Featherington wakes from her slumber but in this case Varely went out to buy a few things and you had no choice because not only was it your job but you needed to find something to do before any of the other maids start busying themselves with fresh gossip. Gossip that you refuse to be a part of.

Silently, you walked upstairs and grabbed a few cleaning products consisting of a bowl of water, rag, and a feather duster.

You remembered your first day working in the Featherington household when Lady Penelope was one of the first people up early in the morning reading her books in her room. You walked into the ladies' room only to find Portia still asleep. How she looked so peaceful and at ease while she slept.

With a sigh, you entered the rather dark room and noticed the sun that shone into the room from one of the cracked open curtains. Portia was on her side, but you could hear her soft sighs of sleep as she slept away the pains of the day before. Her hair flowed freely down onto the bed and over her shoulder. Her night gown was a nice green color, which you were sure brought out her blue eyes.

With a small smile, you closed the door behind you, gently making sure not to wake up the woman. One of the first times you woke up the woman was when Varely had stepped out from the household to take care of some business. She wouldn't tell you what, but it was around the time the new Lord Featherington had just come from America.

***

"My lady?" You gently knocked on the door to hear someone groan inside the room. Lately, you and Varely have been waking Lady Featherington up rather early because the new Lord had arrived a few nights ago. It was rather odd to be coming to this room and not the original chambers that you were used to. It wasn't far from Lord Featherington's chambers, but it was rather odd that he just barged into the house and announced to have Portia things removed from his chambers. But last night, Lady Featherington did have a little much to drink at one of the balls she attended.

"Come in." She said groggily.

Upon entering the room, you were met face to face with one of the most hottest scenes in the world. Others would say other words but this scene before you consisted of a lady sitting on her bed, her left hand rubbing her temples to relieve her headache but her nightgown was halfway up her thigh and the top of her ample bosom was full on display but her red fiery hair covered her shoulders to the skin to her bosom.

"My lady, I will be tending to you for the time being. Mrs. Varley has gone out to run a few errands." You bowed quickly almost enough to give you a headrush.

"I just need my clothes. I already took a bath." Portia mumbled as she yawned and covered her mouth as she did so.

"Yes, my lady." You bowed again going to her closet and grabbing out one of the few dresses that were hung up on a rack inside the brown box. You debated on which you would have the lady wear for the day. Your choices were the one that brought out her eyes greatly or the one that really brought out her bosom and other attributes.

Surely, you got to see her attributes more from what you could say, so her eyes it was. You turned noticing that the lady was still half asleep.

"Not a morning person? My lady?" You asked giving a hum as she snapped out of her daze.

"Certainly not and this headache is not helping either." Portia rubbed at her forehead where her bands were swept to the side. You never really saw how she looked early in the morning. But this was one way to be sure she looked like a goddess.

"I am sorry to hear." You gave her a smile and she whimpered. She whimpered. Now that certainly got your attention bringing a light blush to your cheeks. "Is there something wrong? Ma'am?" You tilted your head scanning her body still noticing that her nightgown has ridden up her plush milky thighs. How you wanted to leave markings on her thighs. To feel the soft flesh underneath your hands.

"I must've been on my feet all night at the ball. But I am sure I can endure it." Portia bit her lip and avoided your gaze. You slowly nodded noting that she never really looked at you when speaking. She always looked at Varely but never really gave you a good look.

You walked over to the bed laying down her corset, stockings, and her dress. Stockings were first, the corset was next, and lastly was her dress. Something you hope would take longer than usual. Slowly approaching the bed where Portia sat.

"My lady." You sighed as she stared up at you. Her doe eyes held great power when it came to something she wanted. You seen her use that to her advantage when there was a guest that visited unexpectedly. He madly speaking of cake. Which certainly caught you off guard.

But she used her feminine power to get rid of him.

"Do you need something else, ma'am?" You questioned, raising a brow at her. You could see the blush that rose to her cheeks.

Taking that as a win, you knelt in front of her and helped her with her stocking. As you let go of the lace that was a part of the stocking, it made a small smack sound as it rested against her thigh. You gave a smirk as she slightly huffed.

She stood up as did you, grabbing her corset. You noticed she was lifting her nightgown over her head. Gobsmacked at her soft pudgy belly. You could see the stretch marks from the past pregnancies of her daughters. You only knew what it felt like once, but the man that got you pregnant gave the child away. Sadly, enough.

"Stop ogling my marks." Portia sneered as she covered her breasts with her forearm, slightly cupping her breast. You gave her a smile and fitted her corset to her body. You wrapped it around her body, your fingers slightly grazing her skin, giving off a feathery touch, making her shiver, and letting out a soft gasp. You noticed there was a slight bruise forming on her rib cage, and you traced it slightly.

You knew what you were doing, and her reactions made you want to do it more. To make more sounds, not just gasps, but more precious sounds that come from her mouth. The sounds that nobody else could hear except you. You cleared your throat and started lacing the ribbon through the holes of the corset.

As you tightened the corset, she grunted. "Are you okay? My lady?" You asked, and she gave you a nod.

"The mark. Is the bruise is it from your corset?" You asked out of line. You didn't bother to address her by her title, and she was baffled.

"I-I uhm. Yes, perhaps."Portia inhaled and exhaled as she fixed her posture.

"My dress." Portia said as she looked anywhere but you. Giving her a polite smile, and you unzipped her dress, helping her stand into it. Taking her hand as she stepped into the dress as your other hand had found its place on her hip. She was stiff, and that didn't go unnoticed by you.

A soft knock was heard on the door when it opened to reveal Varely coming through the door. You gave a smile and bowed as you exited the room, noticing the breath of relief Portia gave when you exited.

***

"I should just make you my personal maid." Portia quirked a brow at you as you turned quickly meeting the blue eyes on the lady. You dropped a candle in the process.

"My apologies My lady. I tried to say quiet as possible." You gave her a quick curtsy.

"No need." Portia waved you off. "My lady, if I may but how was the pie?" You quirked your head to the side nibbling on your bottom lip. She blushed as she remembered the kiss that you gave her and soon she started shifting in her bed uncomfortably.

"Is something wrong?"

A soft knock was heard on the door and Varley entered the room and you gave her a bow and a gentle smile. You exited the room and gave a small smile to yourself. You knew you like and lusted after the lady when you fumbled over your words when you first started here. When you started your first day was a day before the Lord Featherington died.

It was desvating for his girls but for his wife, who seemed to actually be happy, but showed grief when she was around everyone. You caught her one time crying. Actually crying. Mrs. Varley was standing there soothing the woman.

You only caught the end of their conversation, which consisted of curse words toward the deceased and how he would just leave the girls with no dowries. It was devastating for her, and you wanted nothing more to comfort the woman.

"Psst, Y/n," you heard someone whisper almost harshly. You turned around to see one of the maids standing there in the entrance to the kitchen. What was her name again? Holli! You remembered.

You jogged over slightly wanting to know what she could be calling you for.

"Ms. Holli. Is there something wrong?" Questioning the lady, she was younger than you about a few years off.

"Yes and no? We just received an invitation from one of the Lords of the Ton. A ball invitation." She whispered as she looked around, making sure there was no one listening. You noticed the slight difference from her usual demeanor. She was the happiest person you ever knew, but right now, she was the complete opposite.

"Lord Richard?" You gave a defeated sigh. Lord Richard was a rather peculiar man than most of the Lords of the Ton. Most unsettling most of his maids has described as such. You only saw it once when he tried to make a move on Portia, but she dealt with it as she would usually do.

"But he came in person." She looked at you with unshed tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. Immediately, you knew something was wrong. Nothing ever made her cry, and this was practically the first time.

"He didn't hurt you, right?"

"No no...no. But he threatened me to work for him. Saying how my family will be at his mercy if I dont." She whimpered. You immediately pulled her in for a hug, comforting her as she silently cried into your chest.

"I will find a way for you to keep working here. No matter the consequence, " you huffed. You always saw Holli as a daughter and so forth. She had no parent or guardian to look after her. She, herself, was pretty new here. Working for the Featheringtons had it's perks but most of the time, it was just gossip within the maids.

You sighed as you lifted her face and wiped the remaining tears from her eyes and the tears that leaked down her cheeks.

***

Time passes rather quickly when you're busy trying to scheme a few things here and there. You didn't know the time until you heard the horses in the front of the house and you couldn't help but be nosy.

The first thing you saw was the Featherington carriage. Portia was ready, looking elegant as ever as she got into the big painted box.

You sucked at your teeth as you watched as she took off. The creaks from the floorboard was what brought you out of your thoughts when the other person approached.

"I suggest you sneak in through the servant quarters at Lord Richmonds estate." Someone suggested behind you. You fidgeted with your fingers and finally turned to met their eyes.

"If I sneak out, will you cover for me? Varley?" You asked, a bit of hope could be found in your voice as you noticed Holli was right behind her. Who gave you an encouraging smile.

"I can only do so much to keep it ensured that you are working." Mrs. Varley gave a hearty laugh as waved her hand.

Holli, giddingly, walked up to you, taking your hands into hers - "Now, we just need your disguise, to assure no one will see you." Smiling, you laced your arm with hers and walked out of the room and toward the servants' quarters.

You both arrived giggling as Holli tried to find some clothes for you searching here and there, mismatching certain things and throwing it onto the bed.

"You are serious about me going?" You laughed, smiling as the younger women's eyes beamed at her matching outfit she had laid out onto the bed for you.

"Yes, very much so."

"Why?"

That stopped her in her tracks and she looked you dead in the eyes.

"Because you love her. Don't you?"

And there it was. Something you wanted to avoid. You told yourself over and over that the attraction you had for Portia Featherington was lust. Only wanting to get in her bed.

"I do not know." You fidgeted with your fingers.

"I see the way you look at her. I know and seen that look before. I am too, in love with a noble." She whispered as she suddenly found the floor interesting.

You smiled, lifting her chin to met your gaze. "Pray tell, whom this may be?" You gave her a teasing smile that made her blush and avert her eyes somewhere else.

"Lady....." She mumbled the last part of the name. Noticing you lifted your brow at her tactics.

"Lady Cecila" She muttered.

"You know I don't care who you love just as long as they love you back." You walked toward the bed, picking up the clothes and smiling. Holli really did have a sense of fashion. Maybe once you save enough money you would be able to get yourself and Holli out of here. She could even open her own shop across town.

"Now, help me, will you?" Holli gave you a tight lipped smile and quick nod.

***

You walked into the servants' entrance. You had a claok on as you lifted the hood off your head. Sighing in content as you made it into the house unnoticed.

Lord Richmond was one of the higher-ups in society. From what you know, he held a higher status than the two late Lord Featheringtons.

"My lady. I failed to collect your coat." A man smiled and bowed as you said, jumped from the unexpected person. "Yes, of course," the man soon took your coat, and there you were, wondering the ball in plain sight but still uncover.

Your eyes roamed the dance floor and the people that stood off to the sides, looking for the familiar blue eyes and red hair. "I believe an introduction is expected, my lady?" Someone to your left bowed to you, and it made you blush. The attention that ladies must receive at these balls.

"Lady Mary, sir," you bowed before the man, making up the name in the process.

"Ah, the name seems familiar, but I can not recall such a lady as admiring as you." He smirked. That smirk was very familiar with you. His hand reached out to touch tour hair only for you to move away from him and smiled.

"Lord Richmond, such flattery will get you nowhere." You felt the urge to roll your eyes at the man as he scoffed obvious that his flirting was going to get no where as he walked away to the next victim of his absurd flirting and unsettling smile.

You scanned the room once more, and there she was. Talking with another man. Portia didn't seem interested in whatever the man was going on and on about. Right behind her, you could Lady Cowper giving her a nasty look.

As you inched closer and closer, you could overhear the conversation that they were having. Noticing how Portia continuously poured the drink down her throat.

"So, I must say Lady Featherington, you are quite the catch this evening." He smiled and chuckled as she gave a fake smile.

"I must say Lord Mitchell. Doesn't your wife have an interesting dress this evening." Drawing his attention to the Lords wife other than herself.

"Well, not as interesting as you." That made your blood boil. You could see the uncomfortable shifting that she was doing and how she averted his eyes and drank more from the cup.

"If I may, I have a neogatation I want to clarify with you." He sipped his drink as he continued to stare down at her.

"Another time." Portia smiled. She started to walk away, giving a defeated sigh.

"I see your deceased husband still has a hold of your heart even after he used to beat you" the Lord raised his brow and muttered the rest of the words in his cup, making sure no one else heard but the lady.

You turned your back once you saw Portia stop in her tracks.

That smile was one that you could've been falling to your knees for if you were both home but not today, not this evening.

"No." She turned to the man and gave him a smile, turning again when she was satisfied with his facial expression and walking off toward the entrance. She's been here longer than you, so you thought she was retiring.

So, you walked after her, picking up your dress as you did so. As you neared the entrance you were face to face with Portia, who raised a perfectly plucked brow at you.

"So, now you stalk?"

"No, My Lady. I was only worried about your safety." You bowed and looked up at her, noticing her dilated pupils.

"I see. Well I suggest we take the carriage home, yes? It would be mean of me to let you walk." She said as she started to fidget with her fingers.

"Thank you, my lady."

The carriage arrived on cue, and you bowed once more to her, and she gave a tight-lipped smile.

"That color is rather winning on you." She complimented you, causing you to blush. "As well as you, my lady," you gave reassuring smile to her. you could tell by her flushed cheeks that also held a pink color to it that she was drunk.

So drunk that she may not remember this tomorrow or perhaps she will. Who knows. But you were itching to ask her about her husband for long about how he was like. It never crossed your mind that her ex-husband was a man of violence.

"My lady, if I may, but what was your husband like?" Asking even though it was a sore topic to the woman.

You could see her posture stiff at the mention of her husband, and she almost looked around frantic. She cleared her throat and looked at you.

"Most of the Ton knows that my husband was a gambling man, but inside closed doors, he was brutal. " There is was again, Portia was fidgeting with her fingers.

You grabbed her hands out of sympathy and slight irritation, not at her but at her deceased husband.

Who could hurt such a woman?

"He used to beat you, yes?" You asked, tilting your head to the side, and you saw her lips quiver. She opened her mouth once and twice, only to close it and retract her hands, causing a pain in your chest.

"I shouldn't be feeling like this for you." She whimpered.

You furrowed your brows as you looked at her.

"Feel what?" You questioned and she looked out the carriage window.

You caressed her cheek and turned her face e to make her look at you. Her eyes met yours, and for once, you saw the vulnerable side of the lady. Her eyes filled up unshed tears.

"Feel what? My lady?" You asked again.

"To feel like I should be by your side at all times, to feel this ache in my chest as if my heart were to explode whenever we are alone together." Portias brows knitted together.

But to your disappointment, you didn't know if you felt the same. You lusted after the woman but didn't know if you actually loved her.

The silence in the carriage was loud and unsettling.

"I'm sorry, forget everything I said." Portia whispered.

You didn't want to hear it, so you leaned forward, quickly inserting yourself into her personal space.

Your breath was felt against her lips, and she couldn't help but think of the ways you could've been using your mouth.

"I do not know if I can return your feelings" you stated as you stared at her lips.

A tear escaped from her eyes, running down her cheeks. A pain shoot through your chest as it did so. It hurt so much to see her so vulnerable but then you just rejected her.

Her own breathing slowed and quickened as you pressed your lips to hera in such a quick and needy kiss. Your tongue ran over her plump red she obliged by opening her mouth to give you more access to deepen the kiss.

It was needy and desperate for touch the both of you craved but you couldn't help but see the lady hurt sitting there. So, you kissed her.

And damn did she smell of cherries and flowers and something snapped in you. Never will anyone else touch the woman at your very mercy. No one would be able to pleasure her or reduce her to such a state she was in before you. You wanted. No. NEEDED Portia Featherington.

[im-his-druidess]

Hiya! 😊💙 I was practically done when I realized that you also wanted age difference 😭💀

GIF by the-slasher-files

"I thought you were on suppressants?"

The question was gritted out, as if every word was ground up between his molars, before they were spat at you like bullets. You idly wondered if he had any teeth left after that question.

"I was on suppressants. But it's hard to stay on a steady dose when you live in bum-fuck nowhere!" You spat back, your normal cool temper flaring at the constant back and forth of the same argument with your Alpha, and Bo's blue eyes glittered dangerously at your tone.

You dug your palms into your eyes and attempted to rub away the building headache throbbing throughout your skull. Another symptom of your approaching Heat that your Alpha had sniffed out earlier that day that started the first round of yelling loud enough that even Vincent poked his head in on you throughout the day from inside the house.

Although it could also be that he was just curious about the smell of your approaching Heat.

Rough warm hands brushed your hands away, replacing your hands, and you let out a small sigh of relief as he massaged soothing circles on your temples while you kept your eyes closed. You felt your body subconsciously shift closer. As if your inner Omega was already craving for his touch and you sighed again as one of his hands traveled to cup your jaw firmly and force your face up higher. Immediately you opened your eyes to look at him.

"You know I'm goin' to take care of you, right?" he murmured gruffly, eyes narrowed in fierce stubbornness as he stared down at you, and you felt yourself smile despite the situation of your upcoming Heat.

"Of course, Vincent may not appreciate you scenting up the place, so I can drag a cot to the garage or somethin'. Maybe find an extra blanket or two," Bo muttered thoughtfully, looking around said garage as if he was looking for a spot already, and you looked at him in horror.

You pulled back and punched him in the arm and he flinched at the sudden impact and snapped his sharp canine teeth at you almost as if by instinct and you fought back the flinch at the aggressive display. He rubbed the tender spot with a small growl, eyeing you with a certain kind of dark pride, and you caught the slight tinge of arousal on his spicy Alpha scent as he dragged his tongue across his teeth in a display that had shivers run down your spine.

"That fuckin' hurt, Darlin'. Why did you do that?" he rumbled and you slipped out of the circle of his embrace with an irritated huff.

"It will be my first Heat in almost two years and it's going to be in a fucking garage on fucking cot nowhere near my fucking nest," you began while stomping off, emotions clogging your throat with a sudden intensity that the back of your eyes stung like you were staring straight into the sun, and you wanted nothing more than to hide underneath a pile of blankets.

Bo grabbed the back waistband of your jeans and yanked you back against his chest and you let out an undignified squeak at the sudden movement. He curled his body over yours tightly, wrapping his arms around your chest in a bearhug while nuzzling his face into your throat and the sensitive scent glands there, and you reflexively relaxed into his embrace even as you let out your own soft growl. He purred.

"And we will be fucking and I will have your sweet little pussy stretched out on my knot until you're screamin' my name over and over again," he cooed directly in your ear followed by a little nip and the mental image had any anger leaving you like air leaving a popped balloon and replacing the space left over with sheer want.

You sagged against him with a high pitched whine leaving you, something that will humiliate you later you're sure, and Bo laughed in pure delight at the way you tilted your chin up to bare your throat in submission.

"Don't you worry your pretty lil' head, darlin', I'm goin' treat you real nice. You're Alpha is gonna take good care of you...might be a good thing that you missed your suppressants after all."

[mysticovo]

Hiya! Could you do a Rise!Donnie reverse hurt/comfort fic?It could be about anything,I just feel like that silly goose needs a hug or something.✨🌕

I studied code because I wanted you

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I was falling in and out of sleep. The sound of a keyboard filled the almost silent room. Soon the noise switched to tinkering, then back to typing every few moments. The relaxed breathing slowly became strained. A few angered mumbles drifted through the air.

I opened my eyes to a room bathed in purple. My face resting on something green and scaley. I originally came to the lair for a study date with my boyfriend, Don. Eventually it evolved to me on his lap cuddling him. I suppose I fell asleep in the process of it.

He was probably running updates on Shelldon or fixing whatever his brothers must’ve broken, again.I shifted my head to the side to gaze down at what he was working on. It was a…smart..toaster? I feel like it was used in another pranking war by the others.

He took of the case and was focusing on fixing the very, very damaged internal machinery. Specifically the heaters and power source. While also untangling the wires. It wasn’t working as he planned. He slammed down the screwdriver in his hand and slapped the other over his eyes.

“Dee?” I asked. He jumped once i said something, “ Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah of course I am”, he replied. His voice was wavering. The hand around his eyes tightened while the hand on his desk drifted to my back and hugged me closer to him. His entire body was shaking and his breathing became heavier. I sat up to fully look at him. It seemed as if he was on the verge of tears. “Oh Don”, I sighed out. That…might’ve been the final straw before he broke into tears. Donnie shoved his face into my top and threw an arm around my neck. I hugged him closer to my chest and laid my head on top of his. The sobs were a muffled mess and it was all I could hear. We sat there for a while. I don’t know for how long but it felt like hours…

A muffled noise came from Donatello. I looked down at him as he shifted his head to the side.

“What was that?” I asked him softly, I didn’t want to overstimulate him when he was already upset.

He sat back up and brought back that mask he usually had, the bad boy one of course.

“Never mind…I’m fine”, He mumbled back as he rubbed the last few tears out of his eyes.

“Donnie…you can’t just say you’re fine when you just broke down like that..” I at him again and brought a hand to his cheek/beak. He was avoiding my eyes. He was..hiding something. “You can tell me anything.”

“I just-“, He sighed and looked down at our laps,”-I’m the tech guy. I’m the smart one. It’s all I’m good for….if I can’t do this simple fix and be that, why would any of you need me..”. Tears had welled back up in his eyes, his voice was wavering again and it seemed like he was holding the cries back. He was…trembling.

“Don, none of us could ever think that-”, I paused, hugging him again and rubbing my thumb against his beak,”-Plus you’re more than that. Why even made you think that we wouldn’t need or want you?” I started to wipe away the tears in his eyes.

“You see everything my brothers do and are. Raphael is strong, everyone thinks Leo is funny and the face of the group and Mikey’s the creative one. I’m nothing like them..”, He mumbled it again, his gaze softened as he looked into mine.

“Donnie, I wouldn’t want you any other way. Preferably nothing like your brothers….no offense to them though.” I sort of laughed when I said it, I didn’t mean to though. I didn’t really expect him to laugh as well. More of a chuckle maybe? At least it was boosting his mood.

“You’re still funny at times, I love it when you make a science related joke that almost nobody gets. I sometimes get them though. You’re strong as well, it doesn’t matter if it’s with some tech or not. Remember that time you swung an entire giant drill with just a Bo stick? How is that not strong? What about all the battle shells, the turtle tank and all of the other tech you’ve made? You wouldn’t be able to without some creativity. I know you say you’re not like them but you are in your own special way. And I love that..I love you..”. I smiled at him, he had an expression on his face that was sort of hard to make out. I think it was a bit surprised, but somewhat happy? I gently and softly kissed him on his beak, right next to his mouth but not on it.

“I…love you as well…”. He mumbled it again. It was a hard thing for him to vocalize.

“please don’t ever think like that again. Now…do you wanna go back to cuddling? Maybe you can ramble as we do…”, I smiled at him and pressed my forehead against his.

“I’d..I’d like that..” He smiled back and hugged me, moving to grab his forgotten screwdriver.

“Want to hear some facts about uranium?”

~~~~~~~~~~~ The title is from Rat by Penelope Scott. I hope you liked this moon anonnie! Sorry it took so long! It’s been sitting in my school notebook for a while and has sort of become an inside joke from one line. Points to whoever guesses it. 💜🐢💜

(⌒▽⌒) Bai my mystic deers!!

[cross-poisoned]

hiya bitches it’s me gen (they/them)

so uhh. i am a toxicologist meaning that i study poisons and shit. if you get hit by a poison type move or swallowed shampoo or smth hmu i can probably help you.

Brief team summary below (pictures coming soon)

Gengar named Bleh. ive had him since he was a gastly, he most likely owns a significant portion of my soul but idk

Garbodor named Bo. im not really close to him tbh, my company assigns garbodor to their field researchers for easy toxin disposal. however, Bo has a weak-ass stomach, which is why I have….

Scizor named Scuttles. she has the toxin tolerance of a GOD and frequently downs stuff that Bo can’t handle then crushes the container the toxin was in with her claws. she’s kinda insane lmao.

Metang named Moxie. they help me with coming up w/ new antidotes but shhhh don’t tell my employers. currently training them up to become a metagross

Gible named Finnegan. he just hatched like 2 months ago and is currently gnawing on his pokeball :/

sooo uh yeah that’s everybody. send asks plz i am very bored (OOC BELOW CUT)

some background info:

Gen used to be a Kimono Girl but after some shit went down she left and transitioned to nonbinary. they will most likely get pissy if you ask about their past.

THIS BLOG IS MANAGED BY @genshiicomms (I chose the name gen for them because I have no imagination lmao)

they are TERRIFIED of fairy types due to the Shit That Went Down.

totally works for Aperture trust

more coming soon!!

[frenchfry99]

Heard some folks say that tigers and bunnies can't get along..

can't say that about these ones

Girlies at the beach! 🌞 Lilly is very proud of her "statue"!

Hold on what is that-

"Hiya, neighbor! Yeah, it's me! Down there! Come closer for a bit.."

*BOING*

the real quetion is how did poppet even fit in there lol

Also Lilly is 24/7 a menace

And a doodle of her with my other oc just because

Poppet - @cupophrogs

Silvie - @theknifeclown

[small-sinclair]

I woke up with Poly!Sinclair rot dancing with s/o.

Enjoy.

not profread

Welcomed reader: @sketchy-rosewitch

Song mention: Devil's Backbone, The Civil Wars.

You’re in the House of Wax, dusting, and dancing by yourself to your noise canceling headphones. It’s been a long as time since this place has seen a good cleaning, and you just wanted your lovely Vincent’s art to shine because he’s just a good artist and he’s just so fucking beautiful at what he does.

Lester comes in with Bo, looking for a place to cool off. The Louisiana heatwave is beating them down, and the AC in the wax house is always on and cooling. You catch Bo’s eyes as you dance to a slow song in your headphones, not knowing they were there. Bo stop and watches you with amazement. He going into the fake kitchen and whistles for Vincent.

“Y/n’s dancin’, Vin. Com’ watch.” He holds a grin as Vincent comes up the steps.

Lester sits in a folding chair and watches you sway, his eyes looking over you as if he was in a trance.

‘Do you know how perfect you are, y/n?’ He wonders to himself, sighing contently. He rested his chin in his head, elbow learning on a knee, as he watches your hips and body, eyes all lovey dovey. ‘Goodness, you’re perfect.’

The twins stand behind their little brother as they watched you dance in the halo of sunlight and dust. You started humming to the song, then whisper the lyrics...

"Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I beggin' you, please. Don't take those Sinclairs from me."

Yeah, you changed the lyric from 'sinner' to 'Sinclairs', but it's true as you dance to the song, your eyes ghosting over the little figures.

Bo grits his teeth and took brave steps towards you, your back still turned to him. You just look too good to be true, and you looked too good not to be held. His rough hands wraps around your hips, and you yelp at the touch, jumping out of your skin. The wheel around and almost punched Bo in the jaw, but he dodged it, stepping back.

"Easy there, Rocky," he drawls, holding up his hands to show he was unarmed. "Just Bo. That's all."

You pull an earbud out and looked at him in disbelief. "The fuck, Bo! You scared me!" You held your chest. Your eyes looked over his shoulders, seeing Lester snickering in the chair and Vincent holding back a laugh. You relaxed and giggled. "Almost nicked ya."

Bo rolls his eyes and takes a step forward to you. Without saying a word, he places a hand around your lower back and held up your hand. "Dance wit' me, darlin'," he says slow, his southern drawl echoing in his chest.

You blush and let him take the lead. You slow danced to nothing, his eyes looked into your eyes, roaming over your body and arms. He doesn't need to say anything as he dances with you, keeping you close to his chest, but his hands were loose and snug. You two stay like this for a while, him swaying you in the sunlight. you rested your head on his chest and smell the oil and aftershave leather from this morning's shave still lingering. Once he got you facing away from his brothers, he smirks, nods, and spins you.

Your free hand caught rougher hands as you were pulled into Lester's arms. "Hiya, sweet pea," he said with his goofy smile. "Mind if I hav' 'is dance?"

You managed a nod as his hands wrap around your waist, arms around his neck. His curls were sticking up from under his hat from sweat and the heat. His puppy brown eyes swaying you as if you two were high school lovers, and that's okay. He didn't take control like Bo's lead, but it was more of a comfortable lead as he stole a kiss from your lips.

"Ya lookin' like a dream," he whispers, kissing you again, nice and slow. "Really likin' ya, y/n. Make everythin' good n' betta." His voice stays soft as if he's afraid to scare you. "Yer' beautiful." His eyes shifted up and he smiles. "Looks lik' Vincey wants a turn, sug."

As soon as he says that, Vincent stood next to you and him, his wax face emotionless. Lester steps back and kisses your hand, letting you go to his older brother. He leaves the little dance floor as Vincent held up your hand and tuck his hand behind your lower back just as Bo did.

He takes lead, the dance feeling more like a waltz that you've seen in a movie, but he didn't let you trip or fall. Your eyes stayed up to watch Vincent, feeling his lone blue eye on you and a smile creeping over his lips. He's imagined dancing with you hundred of times, and to be doing it now felt amazing. Your figure in his arms as he danced with you, holding you close and careful like you were glass... you're just too good for him. For his brothers. For this dead town.

His warmth was comfortable as he lifts your face, waxed lips kissing the crown of your head. He spins you, and your hand is caught by Bo's, taking you back were you started. He steals a kiss then spins you again, Lester catching you in his arms, kissing your cheek, and passes you back to Vincent without his mask, his real lips kisses yours, then spins you again, leaving no one to catch you. All three of the brothers stood next to each other, looking at you in the sunlight's dress and dusty crown floating in your hair. They smile at you, Bo and lester taking off their hats, the bowed to you. You blush and return the guester, bowing your head towards them and lifting up to meet with their gaze, their eyes roaming over you as if you were a marble statue in a rose garden.

"Y'all make one heck of a dance partner," Lester drawled, giggling to himself, putting his hat back on.

Bo's blue eyes light up as you watched your smile. "Might as well marry ya, darlin'."

Vincent's hands move, signing, 'You're a good dancer, muse.'

You blushed as you take up your duster, the AC sending chills over your arms. "Thank you, boys. I... I never danced with someone before."

Bo shook his head at those words. "We'll always dance wit' ya, y/n," he flashes you his charming smile, "I promise ya that."

Lester nods in agreement, his brown eyes lighting up. Vincent placed his mask over his face, his hands then taking yours, pulling you into his chest. You lay your head against his shirt and sways gently again.

What a dance you'll be having. Taking each step at a time with a lion, a wolf, and a coyote. Gentle steps, humming bird. Gentle steps.

[bellarose204]

IMAGINE THE EGG BOIS STILL WERE IN HELL AND ALASTOR AND CHARLIE HAD THEIR BABY SO THEY ALL GREW CURIOUS ON WHAT IS A 'BABY'

And yes I imagine it from a reference from lady and the tramp because that movie was so beautiful I just had to do it for this idea^^

Egg boi #1 : Gee fellas our boss man sure is busy with the princess lately I wonder what they're up to in that room!

Egg boi #2 : it sounds scary up there I kept hearing weird sounds up there kinda like someone was sad!

Egg boi #1 : do ya think the princess is sad?

Egg boi #3 : no ya got it all wrong it's coming from that thing! Ya know? A 'baby'?

Egg boi #1 : what is a 'baby'?

Egg boi #3 : i dunno our old boss never told such a thing but our new boss won't tell us!

*They all climbed up the stairs one by one it kinda took a long time to finally reach to the level where they could hear the noises coming from Charlie's bedroom*

*Charlie was seen by the egg bois peeping in through the door crack as she sung a quiet tune almost sounding familiar as she cradled a small being wrapped in a blanket under the light shining in from the window*

Charlie : 🎶inside of every demon is a rainbow, inside of every sinner is a shiny smile🎶

Egg boi #1 : what do ya see?

Egg boi #3 : uhhh i don't know i can't see!

Charlie : 🎶inside of every creepy hatchet welding manic, is a jolly happy cupcake loving child🎶

Egg boi #2 : she's singing something!

*A tall dark shadow appeared behind them revealing it was coming from Alastor's presence*

Egg boi #1 : oh! HIYA BO-

*Alastor hushed them softly pointing directly at Charlie finally putting the baby to rest in it's crib*

Alastor: if you wished to see the baby then keep your voice down *he said with a large smile*

*He followed the egg bois up infront of the crib as they try to bounce up to look inside but with a little helping hand from Alastor and Charlie picking them up to see little Alice Morningstar sleeping in her crib soundly*

Charlie : is that better?

Egg boi #1 : wow! It's so small!

Charlie : hehehe they're suppose to look that way until they get older^^

Alastor : Old enough to crush you eggs to death!

Charlie : Alastor-

Alastor : what? I'm improvising!

[f1nalboys]

Memory - Sinclair Brothers

fic based off of this little idea i had <3 just the boys when they were younger!

WORD COUNT: 3050

WARNINGS: angst, general sadness underneath happy moments, abuse mention/slight description, emotional/physical/mental abuse, neglect, young!sinclairs, pre-movie, not a warning but vincent signs but idk if i make it super clear all the way through it, dead animal mention, animal cruelty? the animal is dead but just incase, underage drinking, things could be ooc but they’re kids so, twins are 13 about to turn 14 and lester is 8

Vincent sat at the edge of the forest, chin resting on his knees, arms wrapped around his legs. His mask was off, placed gently beside him on his jacket to keep it off of the ground, and his hair had fallen into his face. It stunk of his house, of his mothers perfume, and he swore it was smothering him just like she was. “Vincent!” Lester’s voice calls out for him from within the forest and he looks up from his shoes (Bo’s old ones he had given to Vincent after he grew out of them) and couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

His younger brother, a whopping eight years old since yesterday, comes sauntering out of the forest covered head to toe in dirt, a big gap-toothed grin on his face. “Hey, Lester.” Vincent signs slowly, grinning wider at the intense look Lester has while watching his hands move. Lester was starting to get the hang of understanding Vincent’s signing so long as he kept it slow. Vincent can remember just a few years ago when Bo and Vincent would fight in sign at night as to not wake their parents and Lester would sit perched on the edge of the bed, hands clasped together in his lap and his mouth open in awe as he watched how quickly the boys hands’ moved.

“Hiya!” When he’s a few feet from Vincent, Lester takes one final large hop, landing just in front of his older brother. Gravel goes everywhere and Lester giggles, kicking at the rocks under his feet slightly. Vincent notices the hole beginning to form in the front of his shoes and makes a mental note to find a pair around the house for him. “Where’s Bo? Up at the garage?”

Both boys turn their heads to the right, looking over at the garage further down in town. They couldn’t see anyone but Vincent knew that’s where Bo was because that’s where he always was these days. Vincent couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous of the time Bo spent with Charlie, the mechanic. He had grown used to his brother being by his side, kicking and screaming and hollering every second, and his absence was noticed immediately. To some, like his parents, his being gone was good. But to Vincent, it wasn’t. He knew Bo, knew that he wanted out of this town and out of this life.

He wanted to get away from it all and that meant Vincent too.

Not that Vincent blamed him; quite the opposite, actually. He grew up in close quarters with Bo, saw the way he was strapped to his high chair for hours on end until his wrists bled only for it to happen the next day and then the next. He saw the bruises and cuts that littered his body when he’d get ready for bed. He heard the things his parents said about Bo to his face and he sure as hell heard what they said when he was gone. He wanted Bo to go, but not without him.

“Knew it!” Lester says, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “What’s up with ‘ya, Vin? Thought you was with momma today?” Vincent cringes at the reminder and Lester instantly stops moving, sensing it. The kid had a good read on people’s emotions, always ready to listen or help when someone, even his mom or dad, were feeling down. Vincent can’t remember the last time he did that for Lester. “Somethin’ happen?”

Vincent nods and Lester flops down in front of him, sitting criss-crossed. Lester waits for him to sign and, after shaking away the feeling of being silly, he does. “Momma got mad because I’m still not good at the sculptures. She’s getting weaker and she needs me to help her but I can’t. I’m bad at it.” His face scrunches up slightly, head tilting down further. He was embarrassed.

Here he was, 13 going on 14, telling his problems to his little brother, a kid who doesn’t need to know about how mom threw Vincent’s sculpture of her against the wall of the basement, shattering the wax into a million shards in tune with his already broken heart. He doesn’t need to know the details, he decides as his hands fall back into his lap. Lester had been spared from both their parents' rage (for the most part) thus far but only because they were too preoccupied directing that anger at him and Bo. Especially Bo.

“Well, that ain’t true, Vin! You’re awesome at all that stuff!” Lester says and Vincent knows Lester believes that, but he also knows it’s not true. He was alright at art, at sculpting things from his mind, things he had seen in movies or read about in books, but he wasn’t good at the realistic stuff, not like his mom. “Is it ‘cause of the… real stuff?”

“You know about that?”

“Yeah,” Lester is sheepish as he admits it, looking away from Vincent and down to the dirt ground underneath him. “Snuck down one night while momma and daddy were talkin’ to you and Bo about it. I ain’t telling anyone, don’t worry!”

“Lester,” Lester wonders for a brief second how Vincent was able to get his disappointment across as well as he did without speaking, but he simply thins his lips into an apologetic half-smile. “Don’t tell them you know.” There’s an unspoken sentence there that hangs in between them both. Or else they’ll hurt you. Lester holds his pinky out and Vincent’s lip curves upwards as he does the same, hooking his around his little brothers. “It was about that.” He signs when he lets go and Lester nods, eyebrows furrowing together.

Vincent can practically see the gears turning in Lesters little head and he can hear the ‘ding!’ of a lightbulb go off. “Oh, I know! Why don’t you practice!” Vincent waits for Lester to elaborate, not moving a muscle even when Lester jumps up in excitement. “C’mon! I gotta show ya’ somethin’!”

Lester holds his small hand out to his older brother and Vincent takes it, following behind him into the woods without a single question. Even if this was nothing, which Vincent was seven hundred percent sure it wasn’t, the distraction would be nice. He hadn’t been out here in a while.

The last time he had, it had been with Bo. It was a year or so ago, back when Bo and he were attached at the hip, as if the surgery hadn’t worked, and they had gotten grounded and sent to bed with no supper. Bo had suggested they sneak out and Vincent agreed; he’d follow Bo anywhere. That ‘anywhere’ ended up being the middle of the woods, just beside the creek. “I go here when I needa get the hell outta the house.” Bo had said to Vincent, his voice quiet.

The woods had been dark and it had seemed like every noise was amplified, making Vincent’s skin crawl. The flashlight he was holding wasn’t strong enough, just seemed to make the shadows jump out more, make them take the shape of the bullies at school and at home. “Bo, I’m scared.” Vincent had signed to him and Bo had just laughed, slowing his pace down to walk beside his brother.

“Ain't nothin’ to be scared of, Vince.” He said when they finally made it to the spot by the creek that Bo had set out for. “You and I are the scariest sons of bitches these woods have seen. I’ll protect ya, anyways. Just like I always do.” Bo then showed Vincent the bottle of whiskey he had stolen from their fathers a few weeks back and had grinned when Vincent took a sip without a fight. “See! You’re a man!”

It only took another small swig of the liquor to have Vincent feeling different and he stopped there, remembering how his dad got when he drank too much. Bo stopped too, tucking it back into his backpack and hiding it underneath his jacket. Then they sat there, staring off back into the town, the lights from houses flickering off as the minutes ticked by. Vincent had tapped Bo on the shoulder and when he looked at him, he started to sign.

“I’m sorry for not protecting you.”

“What’re you talkin’ about, Vince?”

“From mom and dad.” Bo’s jaw tightens but he doesn’t stop Vincent and he’s glad because he keeps going, whiskey running through his veins. “I should stand up to them for you. It ain’t fair the way you get treated, the way they make you out to be bad. You aren’t bad. You’re better than me, that’s for sure.”

“Now, stop that.” Bo says dryly. “You know I ain’t better than you. Everyone knows it.”

“You are,” Vincent emphasizes, almost like he’s desperate for Bo to really understand him. “You take care of people. You don’t have to defend me from the kids in school but you do. You don’t have to take the blame for me so mom and dad don’t hurt me. You don’t have to make sure Les and I are taken care of.”

“You’re my brother.”

“And you’re mine.”

Bo huffs but through the dimmed flashlight beam Vincent can see his words have struck him. He hopes its in a good way. “Guess I am pretty cool,” He deflects, grinning at his brother. Vincent smiles back; he’d take what he could get from Bo. Bo looked back over at the town, now completely dark. “Imma get us outta here, Vince. You, me, Lester; we ain’t getting stuck in this rotten place, not if I have anything to do about it.”

After that night, Bo seemed to change. He was quieter, more subdued. He stayed out at the garage, learning about cars and how to fix them, how to drive them. It was a part of the plan to get them all out of there but the longer it went on and the longer Bo would stay out, the less certain he was about his brother's intentions on taking them with him.

He knew who he was without his brother. He was a freak. He was the one to target, to pick on and make cry and make hurt. He was the thing to point and laugh at because there was no one around to defend him.

Without Bo, Vincent was nothing. It was selfish to want Bo back and he would end each prayer he made asking for Bo to stay with him with an apology. To whom exactly, he wasn’t sure. Maybe God for bothering him with such requests. Maybe Bo for asking for it knowing how it would hurt him. Maybe himself for not believing in his own abilities to survive.

Every prayer and apology went unanswered.

“Here we are, Vin!” Lester’s voice brings Vincent barreling back to reality. He was no longer in his bedroom, waiting for the creak of the floorboard to signify his brother's return, but instead deep in the forest, just by the creek. He recognizes the surroundings immediately. Swallowing hard he walks over to Lester who was standing a few feet away, shifting his weight foot to foot in excitement. “Lookit!”

Vincent finally reaches his younger brother and looks down at where he was pointing and tilts his head. There was a dead squirrel. “A… squirrel? You wanted to show me this?” He knew Lester was into dead animals and roadkill, knew he had a strange fascination with them, but he had never dragged him twenty minutes deep into the woods to show him one before.

“Yeah! Its not all mangled, not like the ones I find out on the road!” Lester waits for Vincent to understand and when he gets nothing but a shrug of the shoulders he deflates slightly. “I…I figured you could use it to practice. Y’know, momma surely didn’t start with people, I figured if you had something smaller to work on, you could get the tech… technique down, right?”

“You know what, Les?” Vincent bends down, grabbing a stick just next to him and using it to carefully lift the corpse of the squirrel up, surveying the damage. He swallows down the bile rising up his throat and the goosebumps raising on his flesh at the sight of it. Vincent looks up, dropping the stick and looking into Lester’s hopeful eyes. “I think that just might work.”

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It didn’t look right. His mother had gone to bed early and his father was surely drinking himself to death, so when Vincent and Lester got back to the house as the sun was setting, they had the basement all to themselves. “Can I watch you, Vin? Oh please, please, let me! I wanna see how you do it!” Lester had pleaded, hands clasped together and bottom lip jutted out. Vincent laughed at the sight of Lester fluttering his lashes at him and had agreed.

Hours later, well past both boys' bedtimes, Vincent had finally finished the last layer of wax, had smoothed it out carefully like he had done to his own figures hundreds of times before. It looked off, though. Too thin in some places, too thick in others, not enough detailing here and there and almost too much in other parts. Vincent grunts, arms folded tightly across his chest. Lester stood beside him, head tilting side to side like an art critic in one of the movies Vincent had seen before.

“It looks so cool!” Lester finally says, looking up at Vincent with a large grin. Vincent shakes his head, lifting his hands to begin to tell Lester everything that was wrong with it, when Lester shakes his head. “Can I keep it, Vin? It’s awesome! It looks just like a wax sculpture but you’d never know the real thing was underneath!”

“You really wanna keep this thing? I could try to make a better one…” Vincent questions and Lester nods quickly, eagerly, hand reaching out to drag along the tail of the squirrel lightly. “Well… if you’re sure you want it, then yeah, go ahead.”

Lester hugs Vincent tight, his little arms barely wrapping around the broadening frame of his brother and Vincent hugs him back, heart swirling with warmth. “Oh, thank you Vincent! You’re the best big brother ever!”

“What about me? Am I chopped liver or somethin’ Les?” Lester and Vincent turn, still hugging each other, and see Bo at the bottom of the steps, leaning against the walls with a fake frown on his face. He was wearing mechanic overalls a size too big but his name was embroidered right there on the front pocket. “I see how it is, kid.”

Lester giggles, letting go of Vincent and running over to Bo, grabbing his hand and pulling him over to the table where Vincent’s sculpture sat. “Lookit! There's a real squirrel under this, ain’t that cool Bo? Don’t touch!” Bo gasps in shock when Lester swats at his hand. “You’re all greasy! I don’t want this to get messed up! Vinny made it for me, he’s lettin’ me keep it, can you believe that?”

“Don’t hit, you little brat!” Bo says but there’s no venom behind his words. Vincent watches with bated breath as Bo leans down and tilts his head, much like Lester, as he looks it over. Vincent can see every damn flaw on the thing and he’s sure Bo can too. Bo looks over at him with a cocked eyebrow. “You made this with a real squirrel?”

“Yeah,” He signs sheepishly. “Lester thought it would help me get better if I practiced with this stuff.” Bo nods, eyes trailing off towards the corner where most of Vincent's current projects sat and he hones in on the shards covering the floor. His eyes darken when he looks back at Vincent. “It was momma. I messed up the sculpture.”

Bo sucks his teeth harshly, lips thinning into an angry line. “Sure as hell ain't true; your shit’s better than momma’s half the time and that squirrel ain’t an exception.” Lester gasps at the swear word and Bo stifles a laugh with a cough. “Sorry, Les, forgot you were here. Don’t go repeatin’ that now, alright? Not till you’re older. Now,” He picks Lester up and the young boy yawns, resting his head onto his shoulder and Bo nods his head for Vincent to grab ahold of the squirrel. “Let’s all get to bed before we get in trouble.”

After tucking Lester in his bed and placing the squirrel on his small bookshelf beside the small collection of animal bones he had begun to collect, Bo and Vincent silently settle into their own beds. “Vince? You up?” Bo asks in the darkness and Vincent lets out a soft grunt in acknowledgement. “I meant what I said about your shit being better than mommas.”

Vincent doesn’t know what to say, so he remains quiet. Bo sighs, turning over in bed so his back was no longer turned from his brother and he stares at him, waiting. “Thanks, Bo. She’s really good, though. I’m not good at the…stuff she wants us to do. No one else knows about it but us.”

“I know.” Bo hates it too, but he knows better than to disagree with his mom. He’s quiet for a minute and right when Vincent thinks he had fallen asleep, Bo starts to talk again. “I’m getting a car fixed up. Gonna be able to leave soon.”

“Really? All of us, or just you?”

“All of us.”

A million questions run through his head. Where would they go? What would they do? Where would they stay? What would happen to their mom and dad? Bo knows the questions he has but he doesn’t have any answers. Vincent grunts again and the two boys fall silent. They could leave. Really leave. He could make his own art, Bo could learn about music, Lester could do whatever he wanted. They could figure it out. They could get out from the iron rule of their parents and be who they wanted to be, do what they wanted. They could be free.

All three boys fall asleep with smiles on their faces. All three boys dream of a fire in the House of Wax.

[namjoon-koya]

hiya, how you doin? hope you’re doing well! if i may request, i would like todoroki, shinsou and hawks (all seperate!) with a therapist-like friend / s/o? a person that’s always there for them when they’re in their toughest moments and the first person they come to for advice. friend / s/o is quite wise and always has time for them.

gn!s/o , it can be platonic or romantic. all up to you! i dont mind it being oneshot or headcanons etc . .

please take your time on this requests, i dont mind waiting : ) thank you!

a/n: I’ve been doing fine thank you for asking:) so I really don’t write a lot of platonic things I’ll make this a platonic one.

Todoroki, Hawks, Shinsou having a therapist-like friend.

Hawks:

He knows he can count on you if he ever needs to vent, hawks doesn’t often show what he’s feeling at times. He bottles them up and the only time he’ll let go of what he’s feeling is when you tell him it’s okay for him to feel what he’s feeling, he’s been through a lot. You know that because he told you about it, so if hawks ever needs comfort your arms are wide open for him.

Platonic cuddles, he needs them. He’ll either lay his head down on your chest or lap and when you run your fingers gently through his hair, he won’t stare at you when he tells you about his problems. He thinks you’ll see him as a weak person, even after countless times telling him you didn’t see him like that it’s hard for him to accept it.

He vents to you about anything his job, the agency, his childhood, his mom. Your heart breaks for him anytime he tells you about something that has been bothering him, you do try your best though to give him the right advice. You kind of felt like a parent-figure in a way to him, but he won’t admit that he’ll take that to his grave.

Hawks hold you in a special place in his heart, he really doesn’t know what’d he do if he didn’t have you as a friend. Sure he has a bunch of friends, but you’re different. He tells you that every time when he leaves, him feeling that way though does make him protective of you. If you ever need him or anything else he’s right by your side instantly, he’ll drop anything he’s doing to help you with whatever you need.

Todoroki:

oof he has been through A LOT as well, just like hawks he keeps everything bottled up. That’s what drives him away from people and making him focus on his own success, but when you came along it changed. Todoroki still doesn’t understand what made him find comfort in you, maybe it was the way you slowly made him open up to you while he completely ignored everyone else in class. Maybe it was the way you didn’t judge his current situation with his family, you did raise some questions; but Todoroki reassured you that he was fine.

Living at the dorms at school made his mood a bit better as well, if something was heavy on his chest he would go straight to your room (knocking first of course) it felt more easy to tell you about things he felt considering he opened up to you first. Even when it was about his father you’d patiently listen to him until he looked at you, almost like in a way of asking what he should do.

Even when he didn’t need to vent about his frustrations, he would often come to your room and just chill out with you. Your presence calmed him, you didn’t have to say a word to him and he would just feel so calm with himself. “Maybe Bakugo should come talk to you?” “Hm, why?” “because he’s always angry.” You laugh.

His father better not say a word about you either, if he tries implying that Todoroki shouldn’t be focusing on making friends Todoroki won’t hesitate to tell him to mind his own business. (He’s protective of his friends)

Shinsou:

Makes friends, but doesn’t tell them about how he feels about his quirk. He’s been called a villain just because of it, and it made him feel like he wasn’t worthy of training to become a hero. Yet when you showed interest in his quirk it almost made him feel a bit better, he remembers what Midoriya said to him during the school festival and now you; it gave him almost like a boost of confidence.

Even while he’s training with Aizawa sometimes he can’t help, but overthink about his quirk at times. Should he really be doing this? Training as a hero after so many students have told him his quirk is more like a villain quirk? “of course you should continue to train! In the end students can say whatever they want, but I know your quirk can help people Shinsou.”

Jokes about you becoming a motivational speaker, but he appreciates what you said to him. He’s never really thought of his quirk that way before so it’s.. refreshing to hear you say that to him. Comes to you for now on when he starts having doubts about his training, but he holds onto every word you tell him. If he starts doubting himself during training he’ll remember what you told about.

Lowkey Aizawa will ask about it, but Shinsou just tells him that he has to make a certain friend proud.

[livmadart]

Hiya! Today I was shiny hunting on Pokémon Scarlet and as one usually does during a mindless task, I let my mind wander until a sudden idea for an AU spawned!

What if, instead of being convinced by Dr. Agasa to hide his identity as Conan, Shinichi tried the reverse tactic?

Because, after all, the more famous you are, the more difficult is to try and assassinate someone discreetly.

He just doesn't have to mention that the cause had been the BO, but maybe something Dr. Agasa had accidentally made and didn't have the formula of and many scientists could flock to his side to study the phenomenon.

...sure, Shiho could infiltrate through that loophole, but still, it would be a chance to bond even if in different circumstances!

What do you think? 👀👀

Hi!! Once again, sorry this answer has taken so long! I really really like this idea, I think it is especially ripe for angst >:)

Cause basically, shinichi is signing himself up to be the worlds most famous lab experiment, and I’m sure that’s gotta get old after a while. Plus, I think Shiho would absolutely make contact in the guise of a researcher, and I really like their potential dynamic—I think she would indicate she is part of the BO fairly early, and a lot of their interactions involves Shinichi prying apart her trust in the org. (Also, the mental image of the police taking little tiny shrunk shinichi seriously is so funny!)

Thank you for your ask! I hope you caught some cool shinies :) I do not have the mental fortitude for that ahahahaha