#bruisers a sweetheart

[dadvans]

9-1-1 S8x04 Liveblog Notes

This episode starts and ends with Bobby being underestimated by Gerrard in completely unique ways. Amazing.

Underrated line: "So they took my house from me. Yes, it was humiliating. Well, I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I'm back." I really don't think Gerrard is fully gone. We know there will be more Hotshots + Brad this season. Gerrard is a man who survives out of spite, and there are depths of his hatred we don't even know.

I'm so curious about how Gerrard has, if I remember correctly, said mooks twice. Gerrard/Sal OTP.

As long as we're going to talk about Gerrard, I'm adding this here much, much later: awful, terrible people have good sides to them. This will always be true, especially for powerful people. I've seen a few different interpretations of "Tight End," but I'm going to be real with you all from someone who grew up in male spaces? This is affection. This is Old Guard shit. It is not good. It is the kind of preferential affection that tells you that you're on thin ice but you're special enough or good enough if you work hard, and you've been noticed. Your name will always be your strongest weakness. Someone has their eye on you. You can be called out by the leader something awful, but at least you have a name. (My coach's name for me was "Bruiser.")

Buck is terrible at golf. I feel like there was a lot of spec this episode about his outfit: that's just a golf outfit. Buck strikes me as the kind of guy who knows how to socially fake appearances, and Gerrard isn't calling him on his terrible performance here. NOTABLY: in terms of performance, Oliver Stark can act his way through terrible drives down the line with the addition of SFX and flailing with the net, but I'm still frustrated at how capable he was in the basketball montage in s7 after Buck is supposed to hate/suck at basketball.

Yes, you can be good at a sport and hate it. That's me with golf. That's Buck with basketball.

Someday, if anyone ever wants, I would love to nerd out about how they blocked and choreographed the basketball scene, because it DOES make me a little crazy.

Did they actually play a full 18 after this? And Buck survived?

The apartment Bobby and Athena are looking at is at least $2mil. It actually looks like several listings where I was trying to gauge new build in surrounding neighborhoods when I was writing "An Outlier."

Michael... plans. I find it a little weird that Athena would do it, a lot weird she would do it without Bobby. Bobby and Michael had a good relationship! But then Athena was excited! It's a weird way to navigate how Michael can't physically appear in the show anymore. It almost feels like a regression, because Bobby and Michael were so close. Michael would probably have reached out to Bobby if Athena reached out to him. I miss their made, intentional, yet triumphant family so much (including May and Harry).

I was SO into Chimney pointing out the obvious about the blueprints until he made it about the 118-- although his Gerrard impression was the unsettling kind of impressive.

The tiger would have simply become friends with me and I would have called 9-1-1 while we were chilling on the couch together. But I would have told them it was okay and to never come because I found my best friend forever.

Crazy that they had to use a tranq dart. I simply would have entered the apartment and said hello and the tiger would have recognized me as a friend and we would have left together laughing over shared interests.

I totally think Eddie violated HIPAA contacting an underage patient's parent without his OR his guardian's permission. Eddie also showed said parent photos of his son's injury that Eddie had taken without permission. The mother even clarified that she would not notify the father. For me, the biggest implication here is that Eddie's on-the-job performance (despite being impeccable during the emergency itself) could begin to suffer, or his ability to remain impartial in situations will continue to take hits before it gets better without Christopher.

People are BIG MAD about the above opinion on Reddit. Why are you booing me, I'm right.

I had an HR post script about how Bobby financially runs his department here and how he underhires with overperformers to navigate attrition, but it is lost to time. I guess we will never know how my sexy HR brain works in a situation that it has never been in, but I'm sure I was right, because I always am.

[razorblade180]

Dragonslayer Week Day 5: Peaceful Night

After much needed rest, Yang wakes up in the middle of the night to an empty bed; a thing she has annoyingly become more accustomed to. As a huntress, shift changes were a common thing to experience over the years. However, doing so in her own home felt a little too personal despite the need for it. The blonde bruiser found the strength to crawl out of bed and head down stairs.

As she grew closer to the homemade nursery, the sound of tiny, adorable, fussy whining grew. She opened the door and slowly and unexpectedly found a fort of pillows and covers.

Yang:You in there sweetie?

Jaune:It would be scary if I wasn’t.

That was an idea Yang didn’t want to ponder. She moseyed her way inside the fort to see Jaune holding their baby. The knightly father was starting to get circles under his eyes. Even so, he gave Yang a warm smile. Poor guy; Yang gave him a soft kiss on the lips then took their daughter, Yujin, into her care.

Yang:Get some rest. I got this little stinker.

Jaune:I think we need better blinds in the room. The moon light outside kept bothering her.

Yang:That explains the fort. *looks at baby* Getting the full princess treatment tonight, aren’t we?

Jaune:Not quite sure she’s a fan of the dark either though. Though I could be over thinking it. *leans on Yang* I don’t know anymore. Maybe she’s ready for-

A faint light illuminates the fort, warming the air like a calm summer afternoon. Yujin begins to finally settle down as Yang rocks her to sleep as her hair glows to mesmerizing the child.

Yang:A Night Light? Yeah, that could be it.

Jaune:I always knew you were glowing.

Yang:Now I know you’re sleepy because I’m in sweatpants.

Jaune:I’ll get a night light in the morning.

Yang:I’m sure my dad has one. He never gets rid of stuff. Now head to b-

Jaune:Zzzzz

Yang turns her head to see Jaune absolutely knocked out. Carefully, she leans her body back so his head can slide down onto her lap. The peace on his face made her smile and let out a giggle. She hadn’t realized it was a perfect match with Yujin’s.

Yang:Sleep tight, my wonderful sweethearts.

[tatortart]

OC round up! Info under the cut. I wanted to give the rise!style a shot, but these guys predominantly exist in a 2003/IDW mashup.

Geraldine and Slash Mason are a pair of siblings that roam the South as their hunting grounds for supernatural and occult activity. Functionally immortal thanks to the legion of celestial beings bound to her, Geraldine acts as the bruiser of the two while Slash focuses on research. The two eventually find themselves up in New York City hunting down a potential threat—and unfortunately run into the turtles as antagonists rather than allies

Geraldine’s here to get the job done, not play nice. Whatever she’s gotta do to accomplish that, she will. And Slash, as much of a sweetheart as he is, is here to bolster up his big sister. (For now.)

Gordy Morrison was once human, but wound up a mutant thanks to a mutagen bomb going off at a political rally he was attending. (Thanks, Old Hob.) He’s still feeling out this whole mutant deal and its limitations, but nothing’s going to stop him from collecting old punk records, DIYing and building up radical community aid.

He misses clubbing tho. :’) And theater shows and punk shows in miserably hot little basements and vastly overpriced bad booze. Flirting with Leo when they cross paths helps a lot.

Finally, Moriko and Takumi! A pair of escaped lab rats discovered by Mikey—the two soon build bonds with the turtles. Thanks to the help she gets from them and Splinter, Moriko grows a bond with her son that can’t be broken. Takumi’s gonna grow up well loved and cherished. :’)

As long as he stops biting her tail. And Splinter’s. And the turtles in general. He just wants to nibble.

[libraryofneith]

Out of Mind - Chapter 3 (Joel x Reader)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 

Chapter 4

Summary: With no resources, no allies, and a seriously pissed off Robert after you, you're forced to make a choice that will change your life forever. 

Warnings/tags for this chapter: [18+, minors DNI] violence against reader, but I don’t go into too much detail, more of Joel being a dick but it’s kinda justified, more profanity.

"I may be a thief but I honour my word, and I think you will too."

You

Over the years on your own, bouncing from place to place, trying to scrape together a living for yourself, you'd learned how to go unseen. When needed, you could slip from shadow to shadow, watching and waiting, disappearing into dark corners and alleys and emerging the last place anyone would think to look for you. It was what made you such a good thief, it had gotten you out of more scrapes than you cared to remember, it had kept you alive when the odds were stacked against you, and it had completely deserted you tonight.

You stumbled clumsily through street, nook and alley, not paying attention to where you were going, only making sure that you weren't being followed. A stitch tore through your side and the sounds of you gasping for breath echoed through the night as you pressed on unheeding. It wasn't just exhaustion. You were shaken. Tess and Joel had scared you.

You'd really thought you’d had them for a minute, Joel pinned against you, Tess armed but unmoving, but then they'd had to fill your head with all that crap about people hunting you. You weren't an idiot. Most places you'd been, you had a target on your back, and you knew you'd get one here eventually. What you hadn't been expecting was the offer of a safe haven. You hated yourself but part of you believed - or had wanted to believe Tess; the desire to belong, to not have to be constantly looking over your shoulder, to have someone stand up for you winning out over your well-earned scepticism. But in this world anything that seems too good to be true is just that. The minute you'd even contemplated letting down your guard for a second Joel at literally and metaphorically knocked your feet out from under you. Spry for a man his age, can see why Tess likes him so much...

It was stupid. You'd been stupid. And now you were paying the price.

You allowed yourself a quick breather, leaning against some abandoned building that looked like a strong wind would blow it down. You looked again over your shoulder. Didn't look like Tess and Joel were following you.

That was when a hand clamped over your mouth. You flailed helplessly but a strong set of arms pinned your struggling limbs to your sides. Your eyes darted around looking for your attacker but the world went dark as your head was stuffed in a musty smelling sack. Then your hands and legs were tied and you were slung over your someone's shoulders like a bag of potatoes. Your hands squirmed trying to slip their way out of their ties but someone gave a sharp tug.

"Quit it" a harsh voice spat. No southern Texas drawl, so not Joel. This part of town, this time of night, could be anyone. Didn't Tess say you were attracting attention?

You were plunked down unceremoniously on what you were guessing was a chair, the bag ripped off your head, revealing only a dark unlived-in room, empty save for the other chair opposite you and the man whose ass occupied it. Oh shit.

"Robert..."

"You stood me up sweetheart."

"Not my fault, I got held up."

"Well you're here now, you got the stuff?"

"No, I..." you were cut off by a fist plunging into your stomach. Robert's bruiser got ready to land another punch but his boss stopped him.

"Now, we don't want her completely unconscious. What happened?"

"It was stolen." This time it was Robert's fist that connected to your jaw. Lights exploded behind your eyes and you could taste blood.

"Robert please, if you just give me a chance, I'll get it back." The back of a hand - whose hand you couldn't say - struck your cheek, the harsh metal of a ring splitting your skin.

"Even if you could get it back, and I'm not so sure you could - gotta be real with ya babe, this has really shaken my faith in your abilities - whoever stole it from you would probably come looking and it'd be traced back to me. And that's just not worth the trouble, better to cut my losses here."

Your face was on fire. You weren't sure what hurt more, your jaw or your cheek, but dammit if you were walking away empty handed.

"Look Robert, I appreciate you putting your trust in me and I let you down. Maybe I could make it up to you. I'll get you whatever else you want, do you a special discount rate?"

Robert grinned. Fuck what an ugly smile.

"You got a mouth on you. Really starting to get on my nerves. Time to shut you up. Boys..." the two huge men on either side of you stood to attention. "Smash her face in."

You braced yourself, waiting for the first blow when-

"Wait!"

"Tess? Joel?" And just like that, Robert's cool-guy-criminal persona was gone.

"Mind getting your hands off our associate?" Robert shot you and incredulous look.

"She works for you?"

"She's a new recruit, still a lil rough around the edges, breaking her in, you know how it is." You glared but Tess only smirked back. "Anyway, we're responsible for her and all her dealings now."

"So you got what's mine?"

"Jesus Christ yes, we have your stash." She tossed him the anti-depressants. 

"All this fuss over a little bag of pills, honestly. I believe seven ration cards was the agreed upon price."

"Make it five for all this unnecessary stress." Joel looked like he was ready to show Robert what he thought of his five but Tess held him back.

"Five it is, and an apology to the girl for being such a fucking baby."

Robert nodded to his men who delicately loosened your bonds, all their previous brutality gone.

"Sorry kid, should've told me who you worked for." You surveyed him in silence, took a deep breath, then spat a bloody gob at his feet. Robert wrinkled his nose in disgust but Tess was pushing you forwards before you could cause anymore trouble.

"Pleasure doing business with you, as always."

---

Joel

They walked home in silence.

It was taking them much longer than normal but they needed to hang back for the girl shuffling along beside them.

"You ok kid?" She gave Tess a silent stare. Either she didn't feel the need to answer the question or she couldn't. Her jaw was swelling up angrily while the cut on her cheek wept red blood.

"We'll get you sorted once we get home." Nothing else was said until they were safely inside.

"Joel help her, you're better at it than me."

Wordlessly, he found their leftover whisky and a clean rag.

"Sorry, this is gonna sting a little." She gave him a defiant look but when he started dabbing at the cut on her cheek she took in a sharp breath. "Told ya. You're lucky you won't need stitches.”  He remembered seeing Robert's ring stained red from where he'd hit her, the glint of metal underneath the scarlet of her blood and something twisted in his chest. He'd always hated Robert, it wasn't like he didn’t already know what a thug he was, but three guys wailing on a girl half their size... Joel had a sudden urge to go back and find them.

 “Tess, do we have any ice left?"

"Just a few cubes. Looks like we're gonna be drinking our liquor lukewarm for now."

He dropped the ice cubes in a plastic bag and held them up to her face.

"Put this on your jaw, it'll help the swelling." For a while she just sat there, keeping her sullen vigil, but as he turned away he heard a quiet thanks.

"She speaks" Tess quipped, hauling herself up from the couch, to sit across from their new resident.

"Can I get your name?" The girl gave what would've been a playful smile if her face wasn't blowing up.

"Ozymandias King of Kings. And you are?" He and Tess must have simultaneously rolled their eyes.

"Funny. Look, if you don't want to give us your real name that's fine, just so long as I have something to call you other than kid."

"I'm not a kid, I’m 27 fucking years old." she whined, giving them a petulant look.

"Then give us a name and we'll stop calling you that."

"Fine." She took a deep breath like she had to force the next words out. "It’s Ciara."

"Good. I'm sure we'll all get along swell." Tess gave a pointed look at Joel who'd been stood behind her, arms crossed and a glower set in his face the whole time. "Your rooms down the hall, bathroom at the end. Get some sleep, we're gonna want you fresh faced in the morning."

"Nice to meet you Ciara. Here's how things are gonna work from now on. You're gonna do what we say, when we say it. If you don't know something, you learn quick. If you need help, you ask for it, and you steal for us, not from us. In return you get a cut of whatever we make, you get a roof over your head, and anyone who lays a finger on you answers to us. Sound fair to you?" There was hesitation in her eyes, but she nodded.

She shuffled off carefully, cautiously, like if she made one wrong move this would all be snatched away, but the minute she was gone Joel turned on Tess.

"What the hell are you thinking?"

"Girl's got marketable skills."

"She's completely incapable of taking care of herself."

"Not completely, you saw how she was living."

"She'll learn."

"Exposed, taking stupid risks..."

"How long is that gonna take, huh? You got time to teach her how to survive the QZ? Cos I sure as hell don't! And until she learns, what's she gonna do if she gets jumped, when she comes across raiders, FEDRA, clickers? Cos if we're responsible for her and she dies..."

"Walls aren't soundproof guys." Both Tess and Joel jumped as she reappeared from what was now her room. "Look, I know you guys are taking a pretty big chance on me, and since you’re kinda my only option I'm gonna make it work. I may not know as much as you guys but I can take care of myself, as you should know," she said, staring deliberately at the bite mark still visible on Joel's hand. "I may be a thief but I honour my word, and I think you will too."

"We will."

"No." She cut Tess off. "I wanna hear it from him."

"Fine." She smiled slightly and held out her hand. He took it and she brushed her thumb over the indentations her teeth left in his skin.

They held each other's glare for what felt like hours but finally Joel let out yet another exasperated sigh.

"Got yourself a deal."

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[ratsoh-writes]

s/o gets into a car accident because of a drunk driver and has to be taken to the hospital. how do they react? undertale, mafiatale, mafiaswap, lusttale, and lustswap

Sans: well he’s shortcutting right there of course!! Sans needs to make sure his SO is alright! Sure they called him so he knows they’re alive, but he needs to see it to feel better. When he gets there he’s so relieved to find it’s only a broken arm. Like that sucks obviously but his SO is alive and spooked but ok. It takes a lot of willpower to not ask them if they need a hand

Papyrus: when he got the call (from his in pain but thankfully calm SO) papyrus immediately found out which hospital they were going to, got in his convertible and drove off. He’s not letting his SO be alone and will stay the night there with them. SO however struggles to sleep without their weighted blanket, so papyrus drives back to get it. Then they both learn the hospital food fkn sucks, so he’s off again on a healthy dinner run (cause screw fast food). Then it’s kinda boring with only the TV, so back home again for games lol. Papyrus doesn’t mind being his SOs errand runner. He’s just happy they’re ok!

Snipe: he’s unable to keep the fear out of his expression when he gets the call and that has Asgore asking what’s wrong. Snipe can’t exactly lie to his boss and Asgore being the sweetheart he is makes snipe take a few days off to care for SO. They’ll have him all weekend as they recover. He spends the weekend annoying the heck out of the staff with his micromanaging lol

Bruiser: as he’s racing to the hospital he not so jokingly asks SO if they want him to “find” the drunk driver. It was a hit and run. He so desperately wants SO to say yes. Bruiser is PISSED and wants the driver to suffer. SO knows him though and basically scolds him on the phone to get over it and just get over here lol.

Ace: his SO calls to beg him to come to the hospital with them. As if ace would ever deny them that. Of course if it’s because they don’t want him to do anything crazy for them, they keep that part quiet. Ace gets to the hospital with some of their favorite snacks (that he snuck in of course) and some stuff to keep them entertained without straining too much

Slim: he lives not to far from the hospital and is able to shortcut there before SO actually arrives to their relief. Slim agrees to hold their hand while they get treated for their comfort, but he has to look away the whole time. For a guy who was in the mafia, he sure is a pansy around blood/injuries.

Charm: he’s cracking jokes on the phone and telling stories to SO to help distract them from the pain as they’re in the ambulance. He doesn’t hang up until he hears their words start to slur after they get the anesthesia. Charm can’t shortcut that far and has to snatch a ride from sugar. When SO wakes up, they’ll find him asleep in a hospital chair still wearing his icing stained apron.

Sugar: his soul is pounding as he does his best to keep himself from not looking to worried so he doesn’t scare his daughter winnie. Luckily charm is able to watch her for the rest of the day so sugar can make sure SO is alright. When he gets SO home from the hospital, they find an ugly cake that charm made and let winnie decorate for them

Sparks: he shortcuts right to the hospital forgetting how far it is. Sparks exhausts himself getting there and winds up having to sit and rest until SOs ambulance arrives. Then he gets to see his SO who really just has a couple of broken ribs but is otherwise fine. They’re lovingly annoyed that he panicked like that.

Salt: he’s surprisingly calm during a crisis and is able to calm SO down through the phone as they’re on the ambulance. He also gets them to hand the phone to one of the emt’s so he can get a general idea of what SOs injuries are. The answer determines what salt brings with him when he goes to see SO

[alphapopstars]

Today I'm doing an ask Blog! Now you can ask my ocs.

RULES!

Please keep it 16+, even though I'm 21, I prefer to stay 16+ for the better. (Please don't lie to your age if you want to come to the ask)

Please be patient! Let me take my time and complete the answers complete, I might get busy too because of my real-life moments.

Ask will be closed only if I have stress going on, don't worry! I'll inform and update you all about it!

I'm okay with media, if it's an OC interaction with my OC, then yes I'm alright with that! (fanarts of my OCs are fine as well! But please no spam! If spam then that's an instant block!)

I might give out some content warnings just in case it's part of the ask!

This is my first time doing this, so hopefully it goes okay and well for the best. Respect it too! Have fun!

I may be picky sometimes, so I'm sorry if your ask will not be answered.

If you don't know who they are, no worries, you can look in here instead of scrolling all the way to find them.

[same-name-supremacy]

Genderswaps with pets! Because we love pets

Noelle has a golden labrador named Sunflower

Jody has a black cat named Pikachu

DJ has a pet rabbit named Bunny

Danika has a pet tarantula named Scruffy (the only man she respects)

Glenn has two iguanas named Angus and Vampyra

Trin has a pet calico cat named Avril

Heath has a persian cat named Bruiser

Lincoln has a pet chihuahua named Sweetheart

[treasurechestrpmemes]

Character Tropes: Muse Name A few of tropes from tvtropes. They are (hopefully) linked correctly if you want to read up on them. Feel free to add more!    Tagged By: Tagging:

Asskicking Equals Authority / Deadpan Snarker / Bifauxnen /  Glass Cannon  /  Loveable Rogue / The Gunslinger  /   The Cynic  /  Ace Pilot  /   The Sneaky Guy  /  Mama Bear / Respected by the Respected / Cut a Slice, Take the Rest /  Rebellious Spirit  / Half-Human Hybrid / Achilles’ Heel / Nigh-Invulnerability /  Thou Shalt Not Kill /  Seen It All /Soul Jar / Kryptonite Factor / Involuntary Shapeshifter / Voluntary Shapeshifting / Living Lie Detector / Kaleidoscope /   Villainous Friendship  / Meaningful Name  /  Good is not soft / The Gadfly / With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility /  Eyes / Asshole Victim / Anti-Hero /  They're Called "Personal Issues" for a Reason  / Dark Secret / Sour Supporter / Ideal Hero / Kill All Humans /  Break the Cutie  /  Familiar / Stronger than they look  /  The Exile  / Organic Technology /   Older Than Dirt  / Ridiculously Human Robots /  Self-Made Man / The Medic  / Sticky Fingers / Become a Real Boy  / The Beastmaster  / Zen survivor / Cynical Mentor / Albinos Are Freaks / Ambiguous Robots /  Even Evil Has Loved Ones  / Weakened by the Light / Magical Eye(s) / Tall, Dark, and Snarky / Magic Music / Lady of War /  The Mole  / Expressive Hair / Walking Wasteland / The Heart / Spoiled Sweet / The Stoic / Bad Powers, Good People /  Archnemesis Dad / Battle Ballgown /  Villain Protagonist  / Shonen Hair / Cute Bruiser / Cheerful Child / Rapunzel Hair / Green Thumb / Caring Gardener / White and Red and Eerie All Over / Dark Action Girl / Mind Virus / Theme Music Power-Up / Training from Hell / Epiphany Therapy / Self-Made Orphan / Rich Bitch / Aloof Big Brother / Stalker with a Crush / Power Tattoo / Driven by Envy / Always Second Best / I Lied /  Medicate the Medium  / Big Brother Instinct / Fake Memories / Shell-Shocked Veteran / Survivor Guilt / Jerk with a Heart of Gold / Noble Demon / Alcohol-Induced Idiocy / The Power of Love / The Love Slap of Epiphany / Fantastic Racism / Fertile Feet /  the Quiet Big Guy  / The Power of Friendship / Good Thing You Can Heal / I Just Want To Be Normal / The Power of Hate /  The Paladin /  Mind over Matter / All powerful Bystander / Remember That You Trust Me / Dark Is Not Evil / Lovable Alpha Bitch / Split Personality Takeover / Dying Alone / Cursed / Heroic Sacrifice / Loners Are Freaks /  Badass Bookworm  /  Go Mad from the Isolation / NEET / Do Not Taunt Cthulhu / Curb-Stomp Battle /  There Are No Therapists / Cry for the Devil / Cradle of Loneliness /  Psychic Powers  /   Animal-Themed Superbeing  / Affectionate Nickname  /  Been There, Shaped History  /  Desperately Craves Affection /  Expressive Ears  / Hates Being Touched / Because You Were Nice to Me / No Sense of Personal Space / Et Tu, Brute? / Go Out with a Smile / Artificial Limbs / Super Senses /  Badass Adorable  /   Magic from Technology  /   Character Tics  / Blessed with Suck / Apocalypse Maiden / Enemy Within / Badass /   Old Soldier  / Warrior Monk / Freakiness Shame / Abusive Parents / Defied Trope / Fluffy Tamer / Born Unlucky / Nightmare Fetishist /   Too Kinky to Torture   / Bad Dreams / Talking in Your Sleep / Death Seeker /  Even Evil Has Standards  /   Lost Technology  / The Dreaded / All of the Other Reindeer / Heroes Prefer Swords / One-Man Army / Lightning Bruiser / Sanity Slippage / Roaring Rampage of Revenge / White Hair, Black Heart / Light Is Not Good / Unstoppable Rage / Too Clever by Half / Younger Than They Look / Older Than They Look / Well-Intentioned Extremist / Smug Super / When She Smiles / Bad Powers, Good People / Big Brother (Sister) Worship / The Virus / Emotionless Girl / 100% Adoration Rating / 0% Approval Rating / Magical Girl / Laughing Mad / My God, What Have I Done? / Sickeningly Sweethearts / Ill Girl /  Contralto of Danger / Bandage Babe / Too Good for This Sinful Earth / Brilliant, but Lazy / Motor Mouth / Beauty Mark / Psychopathic Manchild / Voice of the Legion / Mad Scientist / Our Zombies Are Different / Glowing Eyelights of Undeath / You Wouldn't Like Me When I'm Angry / Nature Lover / A-Cup Angst / The Hedonist / Big Breast Pride / Absolute Cleavage / Genius Bruiser  / Blue Blood / The Tease / Cold-Blooded Torture / Cosmic Plaything / Jerkass Woobie / Anime Hair / Good Scars, Evil Scars / Unscrupulous Hero / The Snark Knight / Pragmatic Hero / Token Evil Teammate / Evil is Deathly Cold / Freak Lab Accident  /  The Necromancer / Magic Knight / Create Your Own Villain  / The Kingslayer / Badass Longcoat / Casting a Shadow / Troubled, But Cute / Used to be a Sweet Kid / From Nobody to Nightmare / Consummate Liar /  Secret Identity  /  Control Freak  / Badass Bookworm  / Affably Evil / Bastard Angst / Functional Addict / Jack-of-All-Trades / Combat Pragmatist /

[ronanceisintheair]

robin or chrissy??

It's chrissy. Unfortunately or fortunately? For her? Chrissy with the zoomies tbe, chrissy under normal circumstances definitely wouldn't be possessed to do such a thing. (Chrissy under normal circumstances would give Nancy the big sad puppy eyes to get it for her.)

Nancy would be watching, and waiting, with a mix of minor amusement and concern. Standing a few feet away but still very near by. She'd definitely offer to help,

"Chris?" She'd call out nibbling on her lip in worry while watching the scene infront of her, "Bruiser, sweetheart do you need help with that?" She'd call over Chrissy's noises of discomfort or determination? It's hard to tell.

But of course she wouldn't get a reply. Chrissy absolutely laser focused on the task in front of her.

Robin is probably right beside Nancy nudging at her leg...or nibbling at Nancy's boot, something Nancy hasn't quite noticed yet.

She'll fidget a bit before trying again, "Chrissy." She'll say, voice a bit more stern, but at this point the wolves persistence will have paid off.

Nancy sighs heavily, giving a shake of her head and looking up to the sky before crouching; because of course a very excited Chrissy is coming to show Nancy and Robin her new reward.

[dragonmuse]

List of OCs in Leda House and the Kraken Verse

Should I add this to More to the Story? Feels like reference material.

NOTE: There are characters in the Leda verse that have an OC feel or seem like they are, but are not:  Charlie Bonnet is a misnaming, accidently then on purpose, of Louis Bonnet. In universe this is retconned that Charlie is his middle name. Flint and Silver are borrowed  from Black Sails. Read and Bones are based on the historical Mary Read and Anne Bonny. 

Last names are listed if they were mentioned in ‘verse in more than one story or prompt response. Please let me know if I missed anyone!

Main verse: 

Love Interests: 

Faith Callahan - Izzy’s high school sweetheart. She has orange-red hair, watery blue eyes, physically small and appears fragile. She died on July 14, 1995 at 17 years old. 

Felix Cardoso - Alma’s first boyfriend and eventually, Charlie’s husband. He’s tall, broad, and has flyaway dark curls. He is a pitcher in major league baseball and has played for a few different teams. 

Erika Rover- Alma’s wife. She’s on the short side, chubby, dyes her hair pastel colors and wears large circle gold-rimmed glasses.  She is a published author and has a doctorate in literature with a focus on children’s literature. 

Hands/Norris Clan 

Jonah Hands - Izzy’s older brother. The largest Hands, broad and tall, a bruiser. He worked legally as an HVAC repairman and illegally as an enforcer for a loan shark. He was murdered in the early 00s. 

Candy - Jonah’s girlfriend. She has long beautiful and creatively manicured fingernails. She was the manager of a shop. 

Aaron Hands - Izzy’s younger brother. He looks a lot like Izzy, but styles his hair into a ‘helmet’. He’s a missionary, along with his wife. 

Delilah ‘Delly’ Norris- Izzy’s younger sister. She also looks a lot like Izzy, wears her hair long and has a slightly softer jawline. She does sale based high-end furniture sales. 

Thomas Norris - Delly’s husband. He’s big, strong and shaves his head. He’s a firefighter. 

Dylan ‘Pickle’ Norris  - Delly and Thomas’ daughter. She stays petite, has the Hands strong brow and jaw. Her job is to ‘be six’ or basically student/kid. 

Ma Hands- Izzy’s mother. Undescribed. 

Da Hands - Izzy’s father. A bulldog of a man. 

The PPP (Alama’s friends, they date each other at some point, but not together by the time they reach adulthood) 

Ingrid- She’s the shortest of a short group, shaves her dark hair off at various points, her style is ‘oversized and comfortable’, she is heavily tattooed, pierced and has high cheekbones. She becomes a social worker. 

Owen - He’s a little stocky, medium height, always keeps a goatee and wears a beanie  whenever possible, his style is slouchy and comfortable, also heavily tattooed. He works in the music industry doing something with insurance. Amir (listed below) is his boyfriend. 

Shawna- Tallest of the group, she is striking, often wears her hair in long box braids and while her fashion changes, she always gravitates to neon colors. She’s a professional model and then Stede’s P.A. after Lucius. 

Charlie’s Circle

Schmidty- Tall, tattooed, swimmer’s build and otherwise undescribed, he is Charlie’s first fuck buddy and they stay friends. He’s an elementary school teacher. 

Amir Shariq- Shorter than Charlie, but taller than the entire PPP, he’s got a swimmer’s, dark eyes and a bright smile. He’s a world record, gold medal Olympic swimmer and eventually a doctor, specializing in emergency medicine. (Amir’s mother Kaijah Shariq and father Rashad Shariq make brief appearances) 

Roach’s Family:

Marvin Feldman- Roach’s adoptive father, shorter than Roach, pleasantly round, mostly bald and wears glasses. He is now retired, but formally did remote tech work. 

Audrey Feldman- Roach’s adoptive mother, she is the same height as her husband, wears a lot of bright breezy clothes, including a variety of perfectly matched headscarves. She is now retired, but formally was an editor for a large publishing house. 

Yara - Roach���s spiritual mentor/friend/auntie. She  was once tall, but is bent with age and dresses in perfectly tailored, elegant clothes. She is now retired, but was a seamstress and clothing designer. 

Other: 

Rita - Read’s brief maternal figure in her late teens. She’s medium height, medium build, wears her gray hair closely cropped and wears nonsense clothes, still has some pieces from her biker days. She is a middle school history teacher. 

Javier ‘Javi’ - Felix’s friend. Looks are not described. He’s a pitching coach for the Eagles. 

Mina- Ivan’s girlfriend. A tiny woman who wears her hair natural and has deep brown eyes. She has an ‘okay paying job’. 

Céline Isabella Cardoso-Bonnet- Charlie and Felix’s daughter. She is a baby and has dark hair. 

Discussed but never seen:

Blue Toby- Employee of Hornigold Securuty first under Hornigold then Eddy. 

The Barista - Doesn’t actually appear in any story, but Jim’s enmity is so strong that he makes the list. 

AU of the AU She Says You Can’t Hurry Love

Whina Teach- Eddy’s mother. She does exist in the mainverse, but is dead and her name isn’t mentioned. She’s Izzy’s height, frail-looking though she does a lot of manual labor and dresses very plainly. She was a housekeeper, but Eddy helps her to early retirement. 

Dave Black- Pete’s father. Stocky, stooped and medium height. He worked a construction job and was a union leader. He and Whina eventually have a romantic relationship. 

AU of the AU Wake Myself in the Shadows 

Raven ‘Bird Boy’ Bonnet- Alma’s son. Underweight, undersized, black hair and big eyes. He’s a precocious kid, who is very attached to his Uncles Izzy and ‘Cha-Cha’.

[chicknstripz]

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Pairing|| GN!Reader X Clone OC Word Count|| 1100 Tags|| Character Death, Death, Grief, Angst, Dealing with loss Synopsis|| Purrl isn't himself when he comes home from his latest tour of duty, leaving you feeling like something has gone very wrong indeed 'Heartache' for @clonexreaderbingo

Purrl was quiet, unusually so.

You where used to the lively medic narrating the miniature of his day as he sauntered about your home, his scarred hands more likely to be embellishing his story then removing his armor. So to have him walk in the door as silent as death itself? It was more then a little unnerving, his robotic movements only adding to your general sense of unease.

“What happened?”

He doesn’t even look your way. He just keeps walking, his head bowed so low his stubbled chin brushes his breast plate.

“Purrl. Sweetheart, talk to me.”

His whole form sways at the mention of his name, his face turning towards you so he can glance at you from beneath dewy lashes. The edges of his eyes are rimmed with bright red, the lids puffy and swollen, a testament to the silent trauma he’s born witness to. The rest of his face too bears witness to his grief, his nose crusted with tortured skin that’s seen too much of the harsh tissue that resides in the med-bay. And his lips? Kriff. It doesn’t look like he’s had anything to drink today, the dry surface flexing beneath his tongue as he attempts to wet it.

“Trinket’s gone”

The world crashes around you, the warmth of seeing your beloved in your home replaced by heart shattering news. His twin was gone! Not just AWOL or MIA. Gone. You fall back against your wall as you watch Purrl do the same, the neat rows of his distinctive paintwork blending perfectly with the artwork you’d hung the week before. It was almost impossible to comprehend that something or someone had killed Trinket. The man was an unstoppable force of nature, a machine, his skill with the rotary matched by very few in the GAR. Yet here you where, staring at Purrl, praying to whatever god would listen that this was a joke.

“Gone?”

He hums an affirmative, his fingers flexing as he presses them to the wall.

“Stayed by his side until he took his last breath. Doc said he was brain dead, that he had no response to physical stimuli and thus couldn’t feel me hold his hand. What’d that chakaar know! It’s not like he’s ever talked to the dead ....”

He trails off as his anger gets the better of him, his head hitting the wall with such force it leaves you worried that he’s just given himself a concussion.

“...I just wanted him to know he wasn’t alone, that someone cared.”

“Oh, cyare, of course he knew.”

You wasn’t one for secular religion or the force, but that didn’t mean you didn’t believe in some form of afterlife. You was sure that Trinket, wherever his soul might be, would be eternally grateful for his brother staying by his side. Kriff. You knew you’d want the same if you where to meet an unexpected end, your love for your caring partner growing as you moved to wrap your arms around him.

“Just like how Gubbins, Bruiser and Sentry knew.”

You kissed the back of his neck, the soft contact soothing you more then it did him.

“Don’t let that miserable excuse for a medic tell you otherwise.”

He laughs but his heart isn’t in it the emotion soulless and mechanical as he collapses into your arms. You pay no mind to your muscles as you support him against your chest, the weight near stealing the air from your lungs. He’s been through so much heartbreak, has seen things you can barely comprehend, the least you can do in return is hold him tight until you’ve got him to the floor. He takes a shaky breath the moment you have him situated, then a second, the tight emotion unwinding itself until all he can do is cry in your arms.

“They shouldn’t have. To listen to thinks like that. Get enough of it. From the longnecks.”

You curl an arm around his waist to keep him steady, your thighs tensing uncomfortably as you center his bulk between your legs.

“You should tell your commander, she doesn’t seem the type to stand for that kind of thing.”

“She’s got enough on her plate as it is. Don’t want to trouble her.”

You tsk as you use your free hand to free him of his upper armor, or at least the parts you can reach, the breadth of his shoulders preventing you from removing his rerebrace and vambrace.

“I can assure you that she’d find it more troubling that you chose to keep it to yourself. She cares about you ... all of you.”

He takes a deep breath, his first since he walked in your door, and you smile as you feel him relax against your chest. You know he’s not quiet himself just yet, that it’ll be hours or days before you have your Purrl back, but it’s enough to have him melt into your arms - his head dropping to your shoulder as he digests your words.

“I know, I know, I just ...”

“Want to do this yourself?”

He hums, a partial admission to his desire to carry ever burden he came across.

“I guess. He is my brother after all.”

“And she’s his sister, or was all that ‘she married into the family’ just a bunch of hot air?”

The snort that escapes him is a little more jovial, his chest expanding as he nestles his face into the curve of your neck.

“I love you, you know that right?”

“Of course I do! Now are you going to tell her the next time you see her or not?”

“I’ll tell her, I’ll tell her.”

“Good”

You fall into silence as you card your fingers into his hair, more then content to spend the rest of your evening comforting your distressed lover, though you can’t help but wonder how long it would be until this happened again? How long before he lost another brother? It didn’t bare thinking about, your throat constricting as you hummed a sweet lullaby for him, but think about it you did because it would inevitably be another name you knew - another face you loved - your life so intwined with his you could barely untangle it.

Not that you’d want to, you loved him as much as he loved you, and as long as you had each other you would survive! Or at least as close to survival as one could achieve in this war, your sobs joining his as you grieved for a man who’d lost his chance to experience the same love his brother held so dear to his heart.

[werspinna]

Character Tropes: Wolfgund Waidmanns Just a few of tropes from tvtropes. They are (hopefully) linked correctly if you want to read up on them. Feel free to add more!   

Tagged By: Walter von der Vogelweide ! Tagging: @novaragno @spinxeret @iobartach @goblinfire @the-rogue-dragon  @hyenashub !

Asskicking Equals Authority / Deadpan Snarker / Bifauxnen /  Glass Cannon  /  Loveable Rogue / The Gunslinger  /   The Cynic  /  Ace Pilot  /   The Sneaky Guy  /  Mama Bear / Respected by the Respected / Cut a Slice, Take the Rest /  Rebellious Spirit  / Half-Human Hybrid / Achilles’ Heel / Nigh-Invulnerability /  Thou Shalt Not Kill* /   Seen It All /Soul Jar / Kryptonite Factor / Involuntary Shapeshifter / Voluntary Shapeshifting / Living Lie Detector / Kaleidoscope /   Villainous Friendship  / Meaningful Name  /  Good is not soft / The Gadfly / With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility /  Eyes / Asshole Victim / Anti-Hero /  They're Called "Personal Issues" for a Reason  / Dark Secret / Sour Supporter / Ideal Hero / Kill All Humans /  Break the Cutie  /  Familiar / Stronger than they look  /  The Exile  / Organic Technology /   Older Than Dirt  / Ridiculously Human Robots /  Self-Made Man / The Medic  / Sticky Fingers / Become a Real Boy  / The Beastmaster  / Zen survivor / Cynical Mentor / Albinos Are Freaks / Ambiguous Robots /  Even Evil Has Loved Ones  / Weakened by the Light / Magical Eye(s) / Tall, Dark, and Snarky / Magic Music / Lady of War /  The Mole  / Expressive Hair / Walking Wasteland / The Heart / Spoiled Sweet / The Stoic / Bad Powers, Good People /  Archnemesis Dad / Battle Ballgown /  Villain Protagonist  / Shonen Hair / Cute Bruiser / Cheerful Child / Rapunzel Hair / Green Thumb / Caring Gardener / White and Red and Eerie All Over / Dark Action Girl / Mind Virus / Theme Music Power-Up / Training from Hell / Epiphany Therapy / Self-Made Orphan / Rich Bitch / Aloof Big Brother / Stalker with a Crush / Power Tattoo / Driven by Envy / Always Second Best / I Lied /  Medicate the Medium  / Big Brother Instinct / Fake Memories / Shell-Shocked Veteran / Survivor Guilt / Jerk with a Heart of Gold / Noble Demon / Alcohol-Induced Idiocy / The Power of Love / The Love Slap of Epiphany / Fantastic Racism / Fertile Feet /  the Quiet Big Guy  / The Power of Friendship / Good Thing You Can Heal / I Just Want To Be Normal / The Power of Hate /  The Paladin /  Mind over Matter / All powerful Bystander / Remember That You Trust Me / Dark Is Not Evil / Lovable Alpha Bitch / Split Personality Takeover / Dying Alone / Cursed / Heroic Sacrifice / Loners Are Freaks /  Badass Bookworm /  Go Mad from the Isolation / NEET / Do Not Taunt Cthulhu / Curb-Stomp Battle /  There Are No Therapists / Cry for the Devil / Cradle of Loneliness /  Psychic Powers  /  Animal-Themed Superbeing / Affectionate Nickname /  Been There, Shaped History /  Desperately Craves Affection /  Expressive Ears  / Hates Being Touched / Because You Were Nice to Me / No Sense of Personal Space / Et Tu, Brute? / Go Out with a Smile / Artificial Limbs / Super Senses /  Badass Adorable  / Magic from Technology / Character Tics / Blessed with Suck / Apocalypse Maiden / Enemy Within / Badass /   Old Soldier  / Warrior Monk / Freakiness Shame / Abusive Parents / Defied Trope / Fluffy Tamer / Born Unlucky / Nightmare Fetishist /   Too Kinky to Torture   / Bad Dreams / Talking in Your Sleep / Death Seeker /  Even Evil Has Standards  / Lost Technology / The Dreaded / All of the Other Reindeer / Heroes Prefer Swords / One-Man Army / Lightning Bruiser / Sanity Slippage / Roaring Rampage of Revenge / White Hair, Black Heart / Light Is Not Good / Unstoppable Rage / Too Clever by Half / Younger Than They Look / Older Than They Look / Well-Intentioned Extremist / Smug Super / When She Smiles / Bad Powers, Good People / Big Brother (Sister) Worship / The Virus / Emotionless Girl / 100% Adoration Rating / 0% Approval Rating / Magical Girl / Laughing Mad / My God, What Have I Done? / Sickeningly Sweethearts / Ill Girl /  Contralto of Danger / Bandage Babe / Too Good for This Sinful Earth / Brilliant, but Lazy / Motor Mouth / Beauty Mark / Psychopathic Manchild / Voice of the Legion / Mad Scientist / Our Zombies Are Different / Glowing Eyelights of Undeath / You Wouldn't Like Me When I'm Angry / Nature Lover / A-Cup Angst / The Hedonist / Big Breast Pride / Absolute Cleavage / Genius Bruiser / Blue Blood / The Tease / Cold-Blooded Torture / Cosmic Plaything / Jerkass Woobie / Anime Hair / Good Scars, Evil Scars / Unscrupulous Hero / The Snark Knight / Pragmatic Hero / Token Evil Teammate / Evil is Deathly Cold / Freak Lab Accident /  The Necromancer / Magic Knight / Create Your Own Villain / The Kingslayer / Badass Longcoat / Casting a Shadow / Troubled, But Cute / Used to be a Sweet Kid / From Nobody to Nightmare / Consummate Liar / Secret Identity /  Control Freak  / Badass Bookworm  / Affably Evil / Bastard Angst / Functional Addict / Jack-of-All-Trades / Combat Pragmatist /

Magic from Technology+ Lost Technology : Wolf lives in medieval times. However she is still living in one of the Marvel Universe Dimension on a earth where people like the Asgardians and other beeings occaisonally stopped by for a holiday, so- for example- finding a in the earth buried spaceship or superweapon would be not the weirdest thing that would happen to her in a week. That she is working with and working against a Guild of Alchemists that want to find, research and use specifically those things is part of her workday. 

Thou Shalt Not Kill: A moral line Wolf would never cross. Her younger self how ever, beeing a starving 14 year old part of the Peregrinatio Puerorum , did crossed that line when she robbed other people for food and got rid of any followers (Which is her Dark Secret) . In that manner her older self has better morals than her younger self. While WOlf has now a Greater Good orientated moral compass, her younger self- especially her time as a thief and robber- occaisonally rears its head- and while she might be charming about it, she has no problems overstepping laws or personal property. Which puts her in the loveable Rogue category. And with occaisonally it means: standing near Wolf end 99, 99% of the time with your wallet in her hands, her flipping through your wallet pictures and handing it back without the poor victim noticing. Considering she mostly stands beside other Spidermen with no bags, this might be a hilarious image.

Character Tics : Wolf has the habit of scratching the poxscars on her cheeks or suck on the scarred corner of her mouth, when she is uncomfortable, bored or in thoughts.

Magical Eye(s) + living lie detector+ Blessed with SUCK: After her body mutates, Wolf has eight eyes, which obviously enhanced her sense of sight immensely. She even has a heatvision which allowes her to figure that people are lying to her due to their bodytemperature mildy rising. Obviously she also has eight eyes, has to constantly hide them, is prone to migraines due to the change in her skulls form,  is constantly overstimulated and barely finds ways to fall asleep.

[disneymarina]

Monster Boyfriends x Marina

Oh, Marina, you've got three demonically delectable male DnD slasher monster boyfriends:1. **Malphas the Malebranche**: He calls Marina his "Pit Princess," loving the dark contrast of her beauty against his hellish hue. Malphas favors her in gothic, Victorian-inspired attire, complete with a long, flowing black dress, lace gloves, and a cameo brooch.2. **Kor the Kobold**: As Marina's "Scaly Sweetheart," Kor adores her in his tribal, earthy style. He likes to see her in a simple but form-fitting tunic top and short pants, adorned with primitive, scaled accessories that evoke his own kobold heritage.3. **Xaren the Abyssal Aberration**: Xaren, her "Cthulhu Cutie," delights in Marina's otherworldly, Lovecraftian aesthetic. He encourages her to don flowing, tentacle-patterned dresses or outfits reminiscent of an octopus's underbelly, complete with suckers and a cephalopod-inspired headpiece.These three monster boys each shower Marina with affection, desire, and a unique, fantastical fashion sense that highlights her beauty amidst the darkness of their world.

Ahahaha, You want to know about your future boyfriends? And the outfits they will dress you in? Alright, I'll play along.1. **Berserker** - A big and strong warrior type. He'll call you "Little Warrior" or "My Mighty Minion". He'd dress you in leather armor, a tiny cape, and boots. Think cute barbarian style.2. **Sorcerer** - A mysterious spellcaster. He'll nickname you "My Little Apprentice" or "Spellbound Cutie". Expect to be dressed in a tiny pointy hat, a mini robe, and holding a toy wizard's staff. Adorably magical.3. **Rogue** - A sneaky, cunning character. He'll call you "My Sweet Thief" or "Little Pickpocket". His outfit for you would include a tiny masked hoodie and leggings. Stylish and stealthy.Ahahaha, Aren't these boyfriends and outfits great? Now, about that payment... You owe me now, human.

Alright, let's have some fun. Here are Marina's three male D&D slasher monster boyfriends, along with her nicknames and outfits from each of them:1. **Name:** Zorath, **Demon of the Abyss**

**Nickname:** Mischka (meaning "little mischief" in Russian) 

**Outfit:** A black leather corset with spikes, high-waisted fishnet stockings, and a short pleated skirt. Her gothic aesthetic is enhanced by a silver choker with a miniature demon figurine and dark, smoky eye makeup.

2. **Name:** Valkor, **Crimson Vampire Lord**

**Nickname:** Vampy (a playful diminutive)

**Outfit:** A sleek red latex bodysuit adorned with intricate silver lacework, paired with thigh-high crimson stockings and stiletto heels. Her ensemble is completed by a dramatic, raven-black wig and bold red lip color.

3. **Name:** Throk, **Ogre Bruiser**

**Nickname:** Ogrella (a cute, diminutive take on her partner's species)

**Outfit:** A black leather collar with silver studs, matching cuffs on her wrists, and a short, pleated skirt that highlights her pear-shaped figure.

[broomballkraken]

Title: As in Coffee, As in Life Chapter 11: A Doozy of a Question

Fandom: Octopath Traveler 2

Pairing: Osvald/Partitio

Word count: 3426

Warnings: None

Fic Summary: “A bit o’ sweetness helps everythin’ along. As in coffee, as in life.” That was the mantra of Partitio and Roque Coffee Company. Partitio’s first customer on the opening day of the café, however, very much disagreed with this philosophy…well, the coffee part of it anyway.

After learning more about Osvald, Partitio is determined to bring a little sweetness into the crestfallen professor’s life, whether he is ready for it or not.

Chapter Summary: After work, Partitio gets a call from Osvald informing him that his study session is taking much longer than he anticipated. He asks Partitio to pick Elena up from hockey practice, and he happily agrees. When he takes Elena out for ice cream after picking her up, she asks him a question that catches him all the way off guard.

“Whew, what a day...”

Partitio let out a yawn as he stepped out of the café and stretched his arms over his head. It had been quite a busy work shift, as he and Thurston had been the only ones running the show, but for a good reason: Partitio had given Ochette and Agnea the day off so that they could get some extra studying in for their upcoming final exams.

Everything had gone smoothly though, and Partitio couldn’t help but feel proud of how great of a barista Thurston had turned out to be. Chucking as he flipped up the brim of his hat, he turned on his heel to head up to his apartment, but his phone ringing stopped him in his tracks.

Fishing it from his pocket, Partitio’s face lit up when he saw that it was Osvald, and he was quick to answer.

“Hey darlin’! What’s up?”

“Ah, Partitio, my dear,” Osvald said, and Partitio heard some chatting in the background; he must have still been somewhere at the university. “I’m in the middle of a study session, and my students need much more help than I thought, so I’ll probably be here for a few extra hours. Can you pick Elena up from hockey practice, please?”

Partitio smiled and nodded. “Sure thing! I just finished up my shift, so I’ll head over to the rink now.”

“Thank you, love. I owe you one.”

“Heh, naw, I’m doin’ this ‘cause I love ya, sweetheart...and I like seein’ yer little bruiser kick ass on the ice!”

“Partitio, don’t encourage her. She’s already racked up a concerning amount of penalty minutes this season...”

Partitio snickered when he heard Osvald let out a tired sigh. “I’m just kiddin’ with ya. I better let ya get back to teachin’ and stuff.”

“Yes, and thank you again, Partitio. I love you.”

Partitio felt his face heat up and his lips curled up into a goofy smile; he swore that he would never get used to the incredible feeling that bubbled up within his chest whenever Osvald said those three little words.

“Love you too, Osvald. See ya later!”

After Osvald hung up, Partitio tucked his phone away and rushed off to get his car. In no time at all, he pulled into the parking lot of the New Delsta Ice Arena and went inside. The rink was always colder than he thought, and he shivered before pulling his jacket further over his shoulders and taking a seat in the middle of the stands.

“Oh, looks like they’re playin’ a game,” Partitio mumbled to himself as he scanned the skaters until he spotted Elena. Pulling out his phone, Partitio started to record her as she skated down the ice and caught a pass from her teammate before crossing the center line. Eyes going wide, Partitio watched as she juked around one defender and out-sped the second, allowing her to breakaway towards the opposing goalie.

Shooting to his feet, Partitio's heart raced and he sucked in a sharp breath when as Elena sped closer to the goal. She started leaning left, but quickly pulled back to the right and shot the puck, right into the upper corner of the net. She scored a goal!

“Yeehaw! Way t’go, chickadee!” Partitio hooted and hollered, punching his free hand into the air as his voice echoed throughout the mostly empty rink. The few other people in the stands shot him confused looks, but he didn’t care in the slightest. He waved his arms when she turned her head to look up at him, and she gave him a wave in return before heading off to the locker room with the rest of her team.

Partitio was all smiles as he quickly checked to make sure that his recording looked okay; Osvald was just gonna love it! He then moved to the rink’s atrium to wait for Elena.

“Hey, chickadee!” Partitio said when she approached. “That was a heck of a goal there, great job!”

Elena rolled her eyes, but started giggling as she pointed the heel of her stick at him. “Partitio, it was just a scrimmage, you know. Those goals don’t mean anything.”

Partitio shook his head and ruffled her hair. “It was still pretty darn cool, though! And I managed to record it for your papa, too.”

“Oh, great, thanks!” Elena beamed and leaned over to watch the video when Partitio pulled it up. “Ooh, that was a nice shot. I’ve been working on that move for a while now.”

“Heh, and I can’t wait t’see ya use it to kick butt in a real game!”

Elena laughed again, and Partitio hefted her hockey bag over his shoulder when she accepted his offer to carry it for her. “Hey Elena, how’s ‘bout we go get some ice cream?”

“Yeah, let’s go!”

Partitio laughed at her quick, eager response, and he listened as she told him about her day while he drove them to the Frigit Isle Ice Cream Shoppe. When Partitio had first met Elena, she seemed a bit shy and timid, which was understandable considering the trauma that she had endured. But now, three years later, Partitio was amazed at how much progress she had made in her recovery, and she had become quite the outgoing, intelligent, and kind teenager.

When they entered the ice cream shop, Partitio chuckled when Elena rushed to the counter, humming and rubbing at her chin as she scanned each of the flavors; Partitio couldn’t help but think she looked just like her papa when he was deep in thought.

“Hey. Nice to see you, Partitio.”

Looking behind the counter, Partitio beamed when he saw Emerald, the owner of the shop. Partitio had met him at the monthly small business owner meetings at town hall, and they had become fast friends and regulars at each other’s establishments.

“Howdy, Emerald! How’s business treatin’ ya?”

“Not too bad,” he said with a shrug, “It’s starting to get colder out, though, so I think the seasonal decline is coming up soon.”

“Heh, well, I for one think ice cream should be enjoyed year round, right chickadee?” Partitio glanced over at Elena, who nodded vigorously as she walked up to the counter.

“Hi Mr. Emerald!” Elena said, and Emerald let out a chuckle in response. “Can I have a scoop of chocolate peanut butter in a waffle cone, please?”

“You sure can,” Emerald picked up his ice cream scoop and a cone, “What about you, Partitio?”

Partitio hummed as he scanned the flavors, and he grinned when his gaze settled on one. “I’ll get a scoop o’ the pistachio, also in a waffle cone, please.”

“You got it.”

Emerald handed Elena her cone, earning an excited ‘thank you!’ and Partitio matched her enthusiasm when he got his.

“Thankee kindly, Emerald!” he said after he had paid and slipped a few bucks into the tip jar. “See ya later!”

Emerald smiled, waving them off, and Partitio followed Elena to a table by the window. She wasted no time in digging into her tasty treat, and Partitio laughed when she took a few bites.

“Easy there, chickadee. You’ll get brain freeze if yer not careful.”

“No I won’t-arg!” Elena started, but she winced and her free hand shot to her temple, which she started to gingerly massage.

“Heh, told ya so!” Partitio gave her a pat on the head as he took a few restrained licks of his ice cream. “Shee-oot! That’s mighty tasty.”

They enjoyed their ice cream together with some idle chit-chat, but when Elena finished hers, she stared down at the table while fidgeting with her hands, causing Partitio to raise a confused eyebrow.

“Somethin’ on your mind, Elena?”

Elena pursed her lips and looked back up at Partitio, and the scrutinizing gaze that she was studying him with made her look just like her papa again. A few more moments of silence ticked by, before Elena hit Partitio with a doozy of a question:

“Partitio...are you gonna be my stepdad?”

Partitio had been in the middle of taking the last bite of his cone, and he immediately choked on it. Elena smacked his back a few times to help clear his airway, and when he recovered, Partitio let out a nervous laugh and rubbed at the back of his head.

“Er, I don’t think I heard ya right, chickadee...”

“Are you and Papa gonna get married?”

Partitio blinked slowly at her, and he felt his face heat up as he cleared his throat. Well, he certainly wasn’t prepared for this conversation, and he opened and closed his mouth a few times while trying to find the right words, as Elena watched him expectantly.

“W-Well, Elena...” Partitio started, pausing to swallow thickly passed the lump that had formed in his throat. “Yer papa and I haven’t really talked about that yet.” Per Osvald’s request, they were taking their relationship slow, and Osvald had only just brought up the idea of them moving in together in the near future. The thought of getting married to the love of his life made an overwhelming warmth flood through his chest, and he couldn’t help but wonder if there was a reason that Elena was asking him this.

“But, that’s a pretty out of left field question. Did…yer papa say something to you about that?” Partitio asked slowly, his heartbeat racing as he waited for Elena’s answer with baited breath.

However, Elena shook her head, causing Partitio to deflate slightly. “No, I just...really like you, Partitio, and...I know you make Papa really happy.”

“Elena...” Partitio felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes as she looked at him with a soft smile on her face.

“When we first moved here, Papa was so sad.” Elena sniffed as a few tears fell down her face, and Partitio was quick to dab them away with a napkin. “He cried a lot at night, after he thought I was asleep. He doesn’t know that I know that, so don’t tell him, okay?”

Partitio nodded, and Elena smiled before continuing: “I was still a bit confused as to why, due to my...memory loss. But after he came to pick me up from grandma and grandpa’s house one day and told them about a new coffee shop he went to, he...actually smiled. And it was a real smile, not at all like the fake ones I was used to.”

Elena paused to wipe Partitio’s face dry this time, as he had started to quietly cry. “After that, I never heard him cry anymore at night, and now I think I know why: It was because of you, Partitio.”

“S-Shucks...” Partitio blubbered, and Elena took his hand between both of hers.

“Papa only got happier and happier after that, and even though I didn’t know why at the time, that made me happy too,” Elena said, giving Partitio’s hand a squeeze, “So...thank you, Partitio, for loving him so much.”

Partitio chuckled as he wiped his face with his sleeve, before wrapping his arms around Elena and hugging her tight. “Well, you’re welcome, chickadee, but it’s nothing. Yer Papa is really, really easy to love.”

Elena giggled when Partitio placed a quick peck on her cheek and ruffled her hair. “And yer a swell gal too! I sure am happy that I get to spend time with ya like this.

“Me too!“

“And to give ya a real answer your question: me and yer Papa are takin’ things slow, so don’t get to ahead of yourself. But, if I’m bein’ honest…I would really like to become part of your family someday.”

Elena nodded, and she placed a hand on her hip and wagged a finger at him. “Okay, but you gotta promise to take me ring shopping with you when you finally get ready to propose!”

Partitio felt his cheeks flush, and he rubbed at the back of his neck. Proposing to Osvald...Just the thought of it made butterflies take flight in his stomach, and an incredible warmth flooded his chest. Knowing that Elena approved made Partitio all the more excited for when the time came, but he also knew that he would have to be patient and wait for just the right moment.

“I sure will, Elena. I’ve never been much of a jewelry person, so I’ll need all the help I can get.”

“Yeah, awesome!”

The both laughed and shared a high-five, before tossing out their garbage and going back up to the counter. Partitio got some coffee ice cream to go for Osvald, and he made sure to get it in a bowl so that it would be easier for Elena to hold onto during the ride to Osvald’s place.

When they got there, Osvald wasn’t home yet, so they stored his ice cream in the freezer and hopped on the couch to watch a hockey game, featuring the New Delsta Dragons and the Timberain Titans.

After the game had ended, with the Dragons defeating the Titans 3-2, Partitio glanced over his shoulder when he heard the front door open and close.

“I’m home.”

“Papa!”

Partitio smiled when Elena hopped off the couch and ran to Osvald, giving him a hug that he returned. When they parted, she ran back to the couch with Osvald in tow, and Partitio beamed when Osvald leaned down to place a kiss on his cheek.

“Ew, Papa!” Elena’s face scrunched up and she stuck out her tongue.

Osvald laughed and ruffled her hair before walking into the kitchen. “Sorry, my dear.”

Elena pouted, and Partitio leaned over to whisper in her ear: “Hey, didn’t ya just tell me how you like seein’ him so happy?”

“Well, yeah, but I don’t wanna see that.”

Partitio snorted to try and keep himself from laughing, but he failed, and he knew he deserved it when Elena playfully smacked him with one of the couch pillows.

“Partitio...”

When Osvald’s voice hit his ears, Partitio’s face fell. Uh-oh...He could pick out Osvald’s disappointed tone pretty easily at this point, and he shared a worried look with Elena before they both poked their heads over the back of the couch.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

Osvald’s brow furrowed as he held up a skinny slip of paper. “Why is there a receipt from the ice cream shop here? Before dinnertime?”

Elena cringed while Partitio let out a nervous laugh. “Ah, well, ya see...Elena scored this mighty fine goal during practice, so I thought we’d go celebrate.”

“Yeah, Papa! Partitio recorded it!” Elena brightened back up as she shot up from the couch and dragged Partitio into the kitchen. Osvald crossed his arms over his chest as Partitio fumbled with his phone, until he found when he was looking for and played the video for Osvald.

“Hmm, very impressive...” he mumbled, a broad smile slowly spreading over his face, “The ice cream was well earned, but next time, please wait until after dinner.”

“Okay!”

Partitio snickered and prodded Osvald’s side with his elbow. “Shucks, I think he’s just bein’ mopey ‘cause he thinks we forgot about him!” The pout that crossed Osvald’s face told Partitio he’d been right, and he opened the freezer and handed Osvald his bowl of ice cream.

“Here, eat yours now so that you can’t be mad at us for eating sweets before dinner anymore.”

Osvald sighed and shook his head, but the chuckle that rumbled through his chest betrayed his amusement. When he took a bite, his face lit up, and the beautiful smile that crossed his face caused Partitio’s heart to skip a beat.

“Mmm, coffee. My favorite.”

Partitio heard a loud bark, and turned to see Coffee rush into the room. She barked and licked Elena’s face, and Elena giggled as she scratched behind her ears.

“This Coffee is your real favorite though, right Papa?”

Osvald exchanged a glance with Partitio, who brought a hand to his face to stifle a laugh. “Of course she is.”

“Yeah, yer lil doggie is the best kind of coffee there is! I’m an expert on the subject, after all.” Partitio said with a wink, and all three laughed as they doted on the Saint Bernard for a bit.

After Elena had left to go take a shower before their actual dinner, Osvald pulled Partitio into his arms and placed a tender kiss on his lips. Partitio smiled as he returned the kiss, and when he pulled away, Osvald gently brushed Partitio’s hair from his face, and Partitio leaned into his touch.

“Thank you again for picking up Elena for me, love,” Osvald said, and Partitio smiled and placed another quick peck on his lips.

“No problem, darlin’, I was happy to!” Partitio said, “I love spendin’ time with yer chickadee.”

“I’m very happy to hear that.”

“So, how’d the study session go?”

“Well...”

Osvald and Partitio discussed their days as they prepared dinner together, and Partitio couldn’t help but think how right this felt. They hadn’t discussed marriage at all, but as they stole quick kisses after taste-testing each other’s dishes, Partitio found himself wishing that they at least lived together so that they could share in these domestic moments more often.

After dinner, Partitio, Osvald, and Elena watched another hockey game together, and Elena went to bed afterwards. Now that they were alone, Partitio was quick to cuddle right up to Osvald, who pulled him into his arms and turned on the latest episode of The Real Housewives of Canalbrine.

Partitio sensed something was off, however. Normally, Osvald had his special ‘housewife relationships’ journal out and eagerly jotted down notes as they watched, but that wasn’t the case this time. He had his arm around Partitio’s shoulders, and his fingers drummed against his arm. Stealing a glance at Osvald’s face, Partitio saw that his lips were pursed and his eyebrows were knitted.

“Uh, Osvald? Is somethin’ on yer mind?”

Osvald’s eyes went wide and he blinked slowly a few times before turning to look at Partitio. “Ah, well, I was just thinking...” Partitio cocked his head to one side as he watched a cute blush rise upon Osvald’s face, and Osvald reached up to cup his cheek.

“I enjoy these nights that all three of us spend together, so I was thinking...Perhaps we could continue our discussion of you moving in with Elena and I?”

Partitio sucked in a sharp breath, before he let out a loud ‘whoop’ and hugged Osvald tightly. He was a bit too forceful, however, and sent them both tumbling over on the couch.

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot!” Partitio exclaimed, and Osvald laughed from his spot under him. Leaning down to press their foreheads together, he cupped Osvald’s face, and Osvald’s hands moved up to cover his own.

“I’m glad you agree, but...” Osvald averted his gaze and chewed on his bottom lip. “Are you sure you’re okay with leaving your apartment? I know you love it there, and you’d have to commute to work again if you live here...”

Partitio gave his head a firm nod. “Aw hells, I don’t care ‘bout all that, ‘cause gettin’ to wake up next to you every mornin’ is more than worth it!”

“Partitio...”

Osvald gazed at Partitio with such fondness in his eyes that it made Partitio’s heart soar. They shared another tender kiss, and Osvald nuzzled their noses together when they parted.

“Thank you. That makes me happier than you could ever imagine, my dear.”

“The feelin’s mutual, sweetheart.”

Partitio got off of Osvald and sat back up, allowing Osvald to do the same, and he whipped out a notebook seemingly out of nowhere; Partitio wondered if his colleagues had hidden notebooks stashed around their houses, or if his partner was just a weirdo.

“We should plan some things out then. When does your lease end?”

“Well, ya see...”

Osvald and Partitio’s discussion lasted well into the night, which led to them both falling asleep together on the couch, and when he woke up the next morning to Elena complaining about them canoodling in the living room, Partitio knew for a fact that this was right where he was meant to be.

[intertwinedseries]

Arturo's Path

The eldest child of the family gets judged a lot for his appearance. Most assume he is some roughneck bruiser due to his build. In reality, Arturo prefers to work in the background for the family. If necessary he will handle things but rather use his words. Following in the footsteps of his mother, Arturo handles the more technical aspects of the family's needs. Tracking digital footprints, reconfiguring cameras, and hacking systems is his forte. Avoid asking Art too many questions about work, and all is well.

Arturo recently had to get back into his father's good graces. The crime? Dating someone who would risk the security of the family. Art had a high school sweetheart whom he once fantasized about marrying. His former love plays too big of a game of risk when it comes to her "dealings". 

Bad romance has led to Art being careful in his dating life. It takes a special someone to handle the spontaneous lifestyle of being part of the family. 

[ratsoh-writes]

Alright then, Charm!

Truth: What's the strangest thing you've done while inebriated?

Or Dare: Here's some ice, drop it down your... Zen's(?) shirt.

Charm: oh sweetheart~ I’d hate to ruin such holy garments~

The meaning of the robes is kinda lost at this point sinces he’s tucked them in to show his midriff again

Charm: well there was this one time I-

You can’t hear the rest over boss bruiser and Wists yelling but judging by the blushes on lords and ..wines, faces it’s something rather explicit~