#chicky gets anons

[chickren]

hiii, could you elaborate on jaime's relationship with tywin in the books? and how tywin's introduction in the show diverges from that? 🥺👉👈

lol because that scene never happens in the books?

because nothing like it really happens in the books?

lmao, because, the first time we see any real sign of tywin and jaime’s relationship it’s tywin saying ‘tyrion, why do you suck while jaime is a god?’

it’s such a disservice to tyrion and cersei to pretend that jaime doesn’t have tywin’s approval, or perhaps even admiration.

unlike that weird season 1 deer scene, in the books tywin doesn’t blame jaime for being in the kingsguard. that’s aerys’s fault as far as tywin knows. after all, if tywin himself couldn’t prevent it, how could jaime? (sure we know better, but tywin doesn’t.)

and do you think tywin isn’t proud of jaime for killing aerys? do you think tywin wasn’t thinking ‘that’s my boy’ after the sack of king’s landing? that shit was right in tywin’s wheelhouse.

and then there’s the one interaction we see between jaime and tywin. jaime walks in knowing what he’s facing with twyin vs tyrion. that’s because jaime has always had tywin’s number in a way cersei and tyrion never did. why? because jaime has seen what tywin is capable of and he doesn’t like it. jaime quite literally takes tyrion’s kidnapping in agot into his own hands because he doesn’t trust tywin to look out for tyrion. as he’s on his way back to king’s landing in asos he thinks about just what he’s actually worth to his father and how much that calculation has taken a hit now that he’s short a hand.

so when tywin asks jaime to give up the kingsguard, does jaime hang his head and scuff his toe like his show counterpart? lmao. this is the difference in privilege between jaime and his siblings. jaime immediately says: noooo. and means it. not only means it, but from that moment starts plotting against tywin and cersei to save tyrion.

we see this reinforced when cersei begs jaime to save her from tywin’s machinations to marry her off again and he’s like, lol, tell that bitch no. to jaime it’s a very simple, very accomplishable thing if you don’t give a shit about tywin’s disapproval.

because jaime’s been walking away from tywin since he was a kid.

the only moment jaime even wavers in that interaction with his dad is when tywin disowns him. lol and that is not about approval. it’s because all jaime wants in the world is love, and up to this point love was a thing that existed exclusively in the realm of his family.

and lest there be any doubt, i ask you, who breaks first? the last real thing jaime hears from his father is a message sent through kevan. a peace offering, in the form of oathkeeper. here it is, son, the valyrian steel i’ve been trying to reclaim for the fam for years. it’s yours. you’re my boy.

and what does jaime do with tywin’s sword? lmao. i ask you. what does jaime do with tywin’s sword?

see, book!jaime’s story with tywin is not about tywin’s disapproval of jaime. it’s about jaime’s disapproval of tywin. it’s embedded in his chapters. it’s embedded in his character. everything about jaime’s latent lust for honor is a repudiation of twyin’s ethos.

he disapproves of tywin’s use of gregor clegane and amory lorch. he disapproves of tywin’s orders to kill aegon and rhaenys. any lack of understanding of tywin’s nature is destroyed by the tysha incident, which appalls jaime.

he isn’t looking for tywin’s approval. all he ever wanted was tywin’s love.

all of this is reinforced in feast. it’s everywhere in jaime’s vigil for tywin as he tries to do his duty but can’t cough up a single tear and even chucks the appearance of grief out the window when his living breathing son, who he definitely feels late breaking affection for, needs him. it’s when he looks around the realm and goes oh shit, this would have been tywin’s problem but now it’s mine and uses tywin’s reputation to accomplish his goals without actually employing tywin’s monstrous ruthlessness.

but mostly we know the whole show concept that jaime’s just always been trying to earn tywin’s approval is bullshit as far as book!jaime is concerned, because we’ve read jaime’s chapters and we know the truth.

it’s joanna’s disapproval that literally haunts jaime. not tywin’s.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

isekai!Reader: just so we're clear, I'm taking you to that new place tomorrow, I've been dying to-

Bat!Reader staring at Isekai!Reader with a deadpan expression: ...

Isekai!Reader: oh I'm sorry- Dinner

Bat!Reader: !

Isekai!Reader: Tomorrow

Bat!Reader: (⁠・⁠o⁠・⁠)!!

Isekai!Reader: Me!

Bat!Reader only interested in the food: YEAHHHHHH

Cube Anon

Hahaha! The best way to a friend's heart is through good, recommended food~! And Isekaied Reader knows the perfect place to take their Multiverse buddy! It has milkshakes, it has cake, it has good ol' burgers and fries, it has chicky nuggs, it has wings, it has slaw, it even has Mac and cheese!

Those two have fun, and get to collect little toys and baubles from the 25 cent machines, or gachas, and they're wearing their little rings like platonic buddies do! And they also share a milkshake, because they can, and Isekaied Reader let's Bat Mutant Reader eat the cherry, while they both eat some fries and get sauces for their nuggets.

It's perfect... if the teens would go somewhere else, amd stop spying at them from the table in the back. Oh well, as long as they don't steal the food, they can do whatever...

[sgiandubh]

"These people are not your toys"

you are right, Cait is not a toy, she chose the man (Tony) she loves, and decided to marry, and have a baby

and sam is not a toy, he chose the life of celibacy and engaging in commercial and investment work

They are not a toys, we insist on making our dreams come true during them, ignoring their complete free will.

Dear Free Will Anon,

Since you people keep on coming back over and over again with the same points of talk, when - again - you cannot, by now, reasonably expect a different feedback, especially from that coin flipping, bizarre woman you just love to call a lunatic every single day, I am going to take another angle. We all know how you, people of Mordor, like a good debunking, and this is exactly what I am going to do tonight, with you.

Over time, I have watched this kind of interaction repeating itself ad nauseam, over and over and over again. I have also read a massive amount of comments to this type of antics, and came to the conclusion that most of them thought "Anon is stupid and must go away immediately". A banal, convenient conclusion. Your efforts deserve way better.

Anon, you are anything but stupid, when you behave like this, trolling around like a headless chicken, waiting to ignite something, anything. You also know perfectly well that you are not going to change anybody's mind and can at best count on people cursing you (my two native languages have very colorful idioms for these situations, so you get double trouble) in different time zones.

What you are trying to do, Anon, is use a classical assertive technique, called the broken record method. Since you all think we are professional liars, I will just quote some easy, website material that explains it very clearly (available here: https://www.revolutionlearning.co.uk/article/the-broken-record-technique/):

What that does tell me about you and your ilk is, however, not very glorious for you:

It's rich that you try to do that with a diplomat and a former government negotiator, Anon. It's like trying to sell cucumbers to the gardener, to quote a proverb from my country and it is always met with a snort. I use the broken record almost daily - albeit more politely and considerately than you - especially when I reach a stalemate in a difficult point of talk.

Unlike me, you do have an unsavory agenda. While doing some research for a future post, I came across this very interesting article about sealioning, a new form of online harassment : https://www.forbes.com/sites/marshallshepherd/2019/03/07/sealioning-is-a-common-trolling-tactic-on-social-media-what-is-it/?sh=4df0169f7a41

This spiel is old and tired by now, Anon. Along with some cleverly planted calumny, it has made a pariah out of the whole shipper community and led to frictions, schisms, conflicts, broken fandom experiences, people leaving in droves, people being doxed, attacked, pressured, strange interviews of the female lead, etc.

You are the last Mordor Anon bringing up McSideburns that is going to get my attention. And it would be wonderful if we'd stop feeding the trolls once and for all and not answer this question anymore, all of us. At least get your act together and diversify, Mordor. You are very good at lying : Stalin would be proud of you, chickies.

And now, to quote Boney M, show me your motion, Anon. Enough is enough: guess what, editorial policy just changed.

[small-duckie]

Could you write something with little Fizzarolli and caregiver Asmodeus?

Title: The Sleepy Imp

Fandom: Hevulla Boss (regressor! Fizzarolli, x caregiver! Ozzie)

Content warnings: small melt down mention at the end, but no sort of punishment, just comfort

Authors note: thank you so so much for requesting this anon!! I hope you like it!!

Fizzarolli had been an age regressor for as long as he could remember, though for the most part it was kept a secret.

At least until he began dating Ozzie, and it had ended up slipping out by total accident. But Ozzie didn’t seem to mind in the least, he enjoyed taking care of the tiny imp.

Tonight was no different, Fizz was feeling extra clingy to Ozzie since the other had to work all day.

“Papa papa!” Fizz crooned, excitedly waddling over to Ozzie, he was always a bit clumsy when he regressed.

“Hello my sweet baby!” Ozzie chuckled, scooping the small imp up into his hands. Holding him close to his face as Fizz nuzzled him.

“Missed you papa!!” Fizz exclaimed, throwing his hands up into the air with a giggle, beyond thrilled Ozzie was back.

“I missed you too Fizzy~” Ozzie crooned, placing a gentle kiss on the Imp’s cheek, cradling him in the crook of his arm.

“Would my sweet baby like some dinner hmm?” Ozzie asked, brow raised as he heard the others tummy growl.

Ozzie had been trying to keep him on a proper eating schedule, but leaving Fizzy alone for the day usually met the other just snacked until he got home.

“Yeah papa!” He nodded, “can we has.. chicky nuggets?” He asked, giving Ozzie his best puppy eyes.

“Of course we can Fizzy~” he hummed, already grabbing the bag from the freezer.

“Would my precious baby like anything else?” Ozzie offered, raising a brow.

Going silent as he thought it over, Fizz gave a shake of his head.

“No thank you papa!” He spoke before perking up. “Can I has milky? In my baba?” Fizz asked, slipping a thumb into his mouth, watching as Ozzie began to prepare the oven for the chicken nuggets.

“Yes you can baby~” Ozzie hummed, gently replacing his thumb with the pacifier that was hooked on to Fizzarollis onesie.

Fizz gave a whine at the sudden loss of contact with his thumb, but had quickly settled once the pacifer was in his mouth, resting his head on Ozzie’s shoulder.

Giving a soft coo, Fizz began rubbing at his eyes as Ozzie cradled him a bit closer.

“Is my little imp getting sleepy?” Ozzie crooned, stroking the top of Fizz’s head as the imp blinked slowly, looking up at Ozzie with a grin.

“Nuh uhh!” He huffed, stretching his legs out.

“Oooh I guess not-“ Ozzie laughed, kissing the top of his head.

After feeding Fizz his dinner and getting a bite to eat himself, Ozzie had carried the very sleepy imp to their shared room.

Despite how sleepy he was, Fizz was fighting to stay awake, wanting to spend some time with Ozzie. He missed his papa terribly today!

“Let’s get you ready for sleepy time hmm?” Ozzie had settled on the bed, Fizz laying on top of his chest with his horse plushie and oversized blanket draping his tiny body.

“No sleepy-“ Fizz huffed, rubbing at his eyes.

“Yes yes, it’s sleepy time-“ Ozzie cooed out, a bit surprised as Fizz started whining loudly.

“No sleepy!” Fizz cried, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Oh baby-“ Ozzie was quick to sit up, holding the little imp in his arms.

“Shhh it’s alright, it’s alright-“ Ozzie crooned, slowly rocking side to side as Fizz let out another frustrated cry.

“It’s quite alright my baby~” Ozzie cooed, rubbing Fizz’s cheek, wiping the tears away.

“You and I can just cuddle, how does that sound hmm?” Ozzie spoke, voice soft as always.

That seemed to settle the imp down, sniffling as he hid into Ozzie’s warm chest.

“There we go~” Ozzie hummed, gently patting Fizz on the back.

That had finally pulled the imp into a peaceful sleep, his blanket being tucked around his tiny frame.

“Night night papa..” he mumbled, cracking an eye open as Ozzie cooed fondly.

“Goodnight my sweetheart~”

[marythekumquat]

Why are you so mean to me :((( all I wanted to see is raff's getting executed 😿😿😿 :(( /j

Here. Take lil Roper. He is now your full time responsibility, anon. Cherish him and love him and buy him lots of chicky nuggies.

[blakelysco-pilot]

Can I request number 20 from the list please?Jo& Rosie

Love you

Whoever you are anon, I love you too chickie 🥰. Thanks for being patient while I worked this one out!

Prompt is from this list & my inbox is, as always, open 💗

20. A heated argument

She had left him in the foyer of their home, wasting no time in heading upstairs to get changed for bed. The sound of her heels was more forceful on the way up than they had been when they left earlier that evening, and Rosie knew he had opened up a can of worms without even meaning to.

It had been a lovely evening out with their friends; Harry and Jean Crosby, and his navigator Ronald Bailey and his wife Betty had all met up in the city for dinner and dancing, and it had been perfectly wonderful until Bailey mentioned Korea.

“So, come on now, is our fearless leader thinking of going back?” Bailey had raised his glass to his lips, completely missing the agitated look of his wife.

“Now isn’t really the time to discuss anything,” Rosie had tried to steer the conversation elsewhere, knowing he had shared a similar discussion with James Douglass and Ev Blakely earlier that week. “Let’s not worry the girls, hmm pal?”

“Nah, Betty already knows, if I gotta go, I’m going.”

“Ronald!” She had hissed, apologetic smile turning towards Jean and Jo, both of whom looked equal parts mortified and borderline annoyed.

“I haven’t made a decision yet.” Rosie sighed, hoping with all his might it would deter the conversation.

“A decision?” Jo turned to him, eyes wide and absolutely wild with fury.

“Honey pie-“

“Excuse me.” she stood abruptly, grabbing her clutch from the table, Jean pushing her chair back to join her.

“Ronald,” Betty Bailey huffed. “Honestly, did you have to do that?”

Now, he could do nothing more than stand in the doorway of their bedroom and watch as she got ready for bed. He could feel the anger rolling off of her in waves, the force in which she removed her jewelry had him wide eyed, and the force in which she pulled off her wedding rings and placed them in the small dish on her vanity, had him wincing.

“Jo…” he started, his voice soft, trying not to anger her anymore. “Honey pie?”

“Robert?” He fully winced at the use of his full name.

“Jo, please, can we-“

“Can we do what? Talk? Seems you’ve talked enough for the two of us.”

“I didn’t mean-“

“What didn’t you mean? For me to find out?”

“I haven’t decided anything yet!”

“You decided to consider this without even so much as talking to me, so no, Robbie, you’ve decided.” She fired back, turning back to the vanity to begin taking the pins from her hair.

“I talked to-“

“To who, hmm? Bailey? Pappy? Tell me who you were considerate enough to discuss this with.”

He hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether he should tell her that it had been brought up over a round of golf the week prior with Harry, Blakely and Douglass, but when his silence lasted too long, he knew by the look on his wife’s face she had figured it out.

“I cannot believe you,” her mouth was set in a hard line, eyes narrowed as she stared at him with disappointment he had prayed to never bestow upon her in their marriage. “You talked to the other boys, didn’t you?”

“It came up when we played golf last week…”

“LAST WEEK!? You’ve been sitting on this for a week!?”

“I wasn’t sure how to tell you…”

“You open your mouth, and you say you’re thinking of reenlisting to go fight in Korea, while your daughter and I stay here!” She practically growled.

“It’s not that easy.”

“Robbie, I did this once. I waited while you went off to war, and I waited when you reenlisted for a second tour because you’re a strong willed, do gooder of a man, but my god, it’s not just me anymore! Holly is only a year old!”

Little Holly Jean Rosenthal had made her appearance in early 1949, a February baby who shared her Aunt Jean’s name, and Rosie’s bright blue eyes. To say they were in love with her would be an understatement. He knew it wouldn’t be simple if he decided to go; leaving Jo once was hard enough, but to leave her and their daughter, knowing if anything happened to him, they’d be alone? He could never live with himself.

“Why do you want to do this so bad?”

“I can’t explain it…”

“Is it some sort of ego thing? Pride, that you’re still Major Rosenthal and can pilot that damn plane like a school bus? What is it?”

“I honestly can’t explain it Jo,” he sighed, dropping down on the edge of the bed. “It’s like, there was a part of those days, over in England with the boys, where when I think back, I remember that we had some fun, too, and we were young and…”

“Honey, do you feel old? Is that it?” Jo had stopped yelling, coming to sit next to him.

“Not old, just…”

“Complacent?”

“Maybe a little? I don’t know if that’s the right word.”

“Are you bored of our life?”

“I could never be bored of you and our girl.”

“You miss the glory days,” She nodded, understanding a little better. “But Robbie, it won’t be the same, because you’re not the same.”

“Benny told us all we’re nuts to even consider it.” He blew out the air from his lungs, realizing suddenly that Benny DeMarco had been right.

“Benny’s right,” she rolled her eyes. “You boys all have families now, it’s not the same. Korea is not Thorpe Abbotts.”

“People need help, though…”

“Buy a war bond.” She groaned, dropping her head to his shoulder, interlocking her hand with his.

“This country got all but five years of peace,” he sighed, knowing that he’d need to do more than buy a war bond. “Five years, and we’re right back in a fight.”

“I know, and I love you for wanting to put your uniform back on, but darling, Holly and I need you here now.”

“I might look into an office job with the war department over at the Fort Hamilton base, so that I can still help.”

“That would be very noble of you,” she leaned up to kiss his cheek. “And I’d be just as proud of you as I was when you shipped out all those years ago.”

“Sometimes I wonder if that version of myself still exists…”

“He does,” she assured him. “You wanting to go is proof enough he exists, and I love the man who wrote me countless letters, just as much as I love the man I married and have a family with.”

“I love you too,” carefully turning her head closer to his, he held her chin between two fingers before pressing his lips to hers. “Love you so much, honey pie.”

“Please don’t ever feel like you’re not needed here, because you are. Holly and I need you every day. It wouldn’t be the same if you weren’t here with your love, and the silly faces you make at her when she won’t settle, or how you dance her to sleep with one of your favorite records. We need that, Robbie.”

“I need both my girls too, because I’d be lost without you.”

“No ones getting lost on my watch, I promise.” Jo grinned with a wink.

“Really? Because I seem to recall someone reading the map upside down for five miles on our last trip.” His fingers came to dig into her waist, tickling her until she was laying back on the bed, begging for him to stop.

“That’s not fair, if you wanted better directions you should have put Harry in the front seat with you!”

“Wanted you there instead,” his face was nuzzled into her neck, mustache tickling her skin ever so slightly. “Want you always…”

“Always?” She sighed, the feeling of his fingers dancing up her thigh and his lips on her skin were enough to drive her wild.

“Just like we vowed, my dearest Jo.”

[thesharktanksdriver]

The reader celebrating Halloween with everyone...

Also happy Halloween! 🎃🦇⚰️👹

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Reader : *knocks door*

Stranger : *annoyed, opens the door* tf do you want?

Reader : Trick or treat! *Raises their basket*

Kid!Corazon and kid!Doflamingo : *does the same*

Stranger : *slams door*

Reader : Happy Halloween! Come on guys! *About to get to the other houses*

Kid!Doflamingo : Wait, we didn't get our treat *drags them back by the shoulder*

Kid!Corazon : So...?

Kid!Doflamingo : So now... We must TRICK *says that with the most menacing look ever*

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Mihawk : Halloween is over, (Reader) can you please take the decorative skeleton out of your room?

Reader : His name is Jared! >:(

Mihawk : *Sighs*

Mihawk : can JARED leave the house NOW?

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Reader : Do you wanna hear a joke about ghosts?

Kid!Doflamingo : No

Reader : That's the spirit! *Finger guns* :D

Kid!Doflamingo :

Kid!Corazon : *clapping and laughing*

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Roger : *Is in a chicken costume* I'm a chicken! And this!

*holding reader, wearing a chick costume above his head*is my little Chicky!

Reader : Cheep cheep mother-cluckers!

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Kid!Buggy : Gotta be honest, (Reader), the Halloween decorations are looking great!

Kid!Shanks : Yeah! Where did you get these fake skeletons (Reader)? *Holding a nearly as real skull*

Reader : Fake...?

*shanks and Buggy immediately backs away from reader for at least 10 feet*

Reader : It's a joke-

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Reader : Guys, we're out of candy!

Kid!Doflamingo : already? There's only like 3 kids!

Kid!Corazon : Yeah but... One girl said she loved me so I just gave her everything...

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Reader : So what do you wanna be for Halloween? *Carving a face on a pumpkin using a stick*

Law : an idiot

Reader : How though-

Corazon coming over holding his clothes happily : Heres the clothes you wanna borrow Law!

Reader :

Law :

Corazon : Why are you two staring at me-

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Robin : I thought you're decorating for Halloween?

Crocodile : I am

Robin : You're just holding up pictures of bullets and guns

Crocodile : You said Halloween is for when you decorate the things you hate the most

Robin : I said Halloween is for when you decorate the things you fear the most

Crocodile : Same thing

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Reader : *holding the news paper* this says here "A crazy dude wearing a Strawhat, with a mask and black, red sheet over their shoulders running around in [town] stealing candies from children and adults"

Luffy : That was me! *Happily munching a chocolate bar*

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- 🛎️Anon!

I love me Halloween madness

Ngl, y/n would definitely dress up as a ghost most halloweens or if their feeling daring they’d go as Roger since they already have the coat for it

[ink-and-dagger]

with the mother’s day festivities rolling around today i simply cannot get the picture of a shy jinx handing astrid a mother’s day card… not that she’s her actual mom or anything, but she’s dating her dad, and that’s close enough or whatever. cue astrid crying happy tears after a stressful, passive-aggressive dinner with her own dearest mama

I love this idea 💜 I don't see why mother's day can't be about celebrating anybody in your life who you deem to be a loving and supportive role model.

Astrid finds mother's day to be extremely difficult. In an ideal world she would simply forget about it. But she knows from past experiences that not showing up to her mum's house for mother's day causes way more fall out than it's worth. So every year she forces herself through a dinner that's infinitely more painful than the rest.

I can imagine her coming back to Silco's office after the dinner, completely drained. Perhaps Silco isn't even there, so she's by herself for a little while just wiped out on the sofa, staring at the ceiling and disassociating.

Til she hears a rustle from above and a heavy thunk on the desk.

Of course, Astrid immediately puts on the cheery mask she always wears and greets Jinx easily. But the blue haired teen appears a little edgy, and seems to be hiding something behind her back. After a bit of gentle coaxing, (and reassurance that whatever Jinx has isn’t going to blow up), Astrid manages to get the girl to reveal what she’s hiding.

It’s a mug, hand painted with colourful doodles of maraschino cherries and cocktail glasses 🍒🍸

Astrid: This is so cool!

Jinx: Do you like it?

Astrid: I absolutely love it Chickie! What did I do to deserve such a cool gift?

Jinx: [shrugs, slightly shy] Dunno. Just thought maybe… um. I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate you. Like… looking after my dad and me and stuff.

As you say Anon - cue teary eyed Astrid giving Jinx a big cuddle.

The thing I love about Astrid and Jinx’s relationship is that it doesn’t feel like it ever needs to be defined. It just is. 💜💖

[oh-surprise-its-me]

The anon fluffy: them blowing raspberries on baby jakes stomach and him giggling w laughter and jake trying to do it too

^and then one of em kissing down someones stomach all eyebrow waggly spicy times anticipation and PSYCH raspberry for you too hehehehe

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Chris tossed Jake in the air again, the little year old baby breaks into giggles. Ron snorts from the doorway and Tom winces as Jake is caught. Chris spins Jake around to face his other dads. “Say hi baby.” Theres baby babble in return.

Tom takes Jake and lifts him up and kisses his stomach Jake shrieks and wiggles. Tom laughs and blows a raspberry. He does it to Jake’s little chubby cheeks next. Jake giggles louder and wiggles again. “Aw Tommy don’t torture him.” Ron scoops the baby out of his hands. “Hi chickie!”

Jake claps his hands and grabs Ron’s face. Jake leans forward and smacks a wet kiss onto Ron’s cheek. Chris and Tom both break into laughter. “Nice try baby not quite though.” Jake giggles and claps. Chris snorts and kisses Jake’s foot. “Our cute little troublemaker.”

Tom leans and kisses Chris’s shoulder. “We’ve got a cute kid and husband huh.” Chris grins and leave back against Tom’s chest. “Cute baby and a hot husband holding him.”

Ron blushes red. Jake babbles at them. He’s always been such a happy baby. “Alright chickie nap time.”

Chris and Tom grin at each other. “Go on Ronnie we’ll wait in the bedroom.”

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Tom and Chris are leaning on the headboard when Ron comes in the room. He grins at the two of them. They’re both naked except for boxers.

Ron curls in between the two of them, he stripped before he laid down, Tom and Chris grin again and start kissing their ways down Ron’s chest and sides. They both make it to his stomach and hips at the same time.

Tom digs his teeth into Ron’s hip. Chris repeats it on the other hip. Ron has a hand in both of their hair. Chris and Tom pull away and kiss each other for a minute.

When they break apart they’re smiling. They both dive down again but this time there’s no kiss or bite. They both blow a raspberry on each side of Ron’s hips.

He jolts and breaks into shaking laughter. Tom and Chris start laughing and grin at Ron. He yanks them back up by their hair. “Little shits. You two are evil.” Tom laughs and Chris kisses his shoulder. “Yeah but you love us.” Ron snorts and nods. “Fortunately.” Tom smiles and kisses Ron. “Sorry Baby was the perfect opportunity.” Chris smiles and kisses him, “we can continue or just sleep if you want.”

Ron shakes his head. He can’t believe these two are as insane as they are. “Sleep. We’ll nap until Jake wakes up. I’m getting you two back later tonight though.” Tom smiles and curls down onto Ron’s shoulder. Chris throws an arm across Ron’s chest and Tom’s shoulder. He tucks his face into Ron’s neck. He lifts his head briefly and grabs Ron’s face. “You’re too fucking cute Jesus Christ.”

Ron let’s out a startled laugh from where his face is being squished. “So are youu.” Chris giggles and let’s go. He curls back into place and shoves his face back into Ron’s neck.

It’s a good place to nap.

[chickren]

omg hi idk if this is weird but I'm a newbie to this fandom and I wanna know if you can post the link to this fic?? I cant find it :(

this work is hard to find because it was orphaned when gwen77 rightfully bailed on grrm/hbo's dumpsterfire ip. so here it is. i would download it if i were you. if my experience is anything to go by, you will want to reread it for eternity.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7212838/chapters/16367383

hope you don't mind if i publish this just in case anyone else is searching for it

[quins-makeshift-menagerie]

Wait so the chick's are canon they're a mated pair with babens? Must trust Joyce a lot to have the babies presumably nearby and honestly Zeus is probably gonna get all broody over the lil chickies

Well yeah!

By this point of the story Joyce and Fuji have lived on the island roughly 8 years. Garroway trusts the two greatly (Joyce more so, he likes to be fussy with Fuji) so while Amari hasn’t known them as long she trusts her mate’s judgement when it comes to needing an extra hand in caring for the chicks.

Anon you’re so right, they just haven’t gained the pair’s trust just yet

[onlyswan]

hey art !! how are you ? hope you're having an amazing day !!

BABE THE WAY MY HEART WAS RACING AT THE END OF THE LAST DRABBLE I NEVER SCREAMED SO HARD LIKE I DID WHEN I SAW THE WORDS

(also i'm very not sure if there's someone already but is there isn't could i be 🐣 anon ?)

hiii anonie i’m doing great ^^ i have work in a bit so i’m getting ready rn hehe. i hope you have the most wonderful day! 🥰

AAAAAHSHDHDH I WISH I COULDVE HEARD THE SCREAM LOL I LOVE YOU GUYS 😭 THE REACTIONS TO THE ENDING HAVE BEEN SOOOO CUTE. THANK YOU

and yes of courseeee hehe welcome 🐣 anonie <3 urs is so freaking adorable pls come by often so i can see the lil chicky 🥹

[daechwitatamic]

Ooo for the wip game can you do please.

-🐥

oop!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🫢🫢🫢🫢🫢 look at you, chicky anon, getting to the good stuff lolololol

send me a word and i'll send you a snippet! anons welcome!

[inkyclive]

ahhhhh happy thursday 🥹🥹🥹

thank you do continuing to feed us on another glorious day ❤️❤️❤️

honestly having her breakdown clive is so managing to think of. and maybe it’s just me but i imagine clive being a wee sexually repressed not to say he’s a virgin but he doesn’t just like do it just to do it yknow all that vengeance will be mine bs

but there is like just something about reader and how she pushes all his buttons. he doesn’t realize she’s a distraction until it becomes apparent that it’s a good one??? like he doesn’t just feel good after interacting with her but his head feels clearer??

and when he gets to pin her all those thoughts just go brrr. he’s always had trouble controlling his fate but controlling this pretty little thing between his thighs? oh he can do that and he can do it well

I just asgdghfjnycjh im so happy sharing thoughts and hearing your takes 😭😭 you’re the only one I can 🥹🥹🥹🐥🐥🐥

aw hehehe anon ur so sweet!! thank u for interacting with me!! c:

no okay SAME SAME because i think that his only sexual encounters have been at brothels when he’s rly horny or he needs to wind down/let out excess stress or something along those lines, meaning he’s never actually had to do anything. they’ve always handled it all, they’ve always done it all for him, because it was their job and it was a service he was paying for. so when it comes to actual intimate relationships and sex that isn’t an explicit service, he’s kind of fucking clueless. like he can fuck, obviously. he can flip you over and snap powerful hips and make you cum, but it only really happens when he’s super pent up, super angry, or both—almost like an innate, instinctive, primal thing, you know??

oooooh hehehe you are going to LOVE the reader for my clive centered au then!!!!!! i kinda wanna share the premise with u but i also rly want to keep it a surprise!!! >.< let's just say i love writing clive with a reader who knows just how to get under his skin, just the right buttons to push to get him wound up so tight he fucking snaps <3 those are literally the words i have in my notes for that series!!!!

exploring more purposeful sex with him would be really interesting!!! it’d definitely be an adventure! i definitely think he would pick it up really easily and be somewhat of a natural at it the moment he understands it (‘it’ being a kink or a technique or whatever etc). YEAH YEAH YEAH SEEEEEEE like this innate thing!!!!! like his mind just fogs over with intense, extreme lust, and his instincts take over, and he just fucks the absolute life out of you <3 idk like the man oozes sex appeal; he just seems like one of the lucky few who, even when he doesn’t really know what he’s doing or is drunk on this hedonistic rage, can still fuck you and fuck you well, can still make you cum more than once, like he has this fucking talent for it <3 his cock is pretty as fuck too i know it i just KNOW it <33333 joshua’s, too HEHE

waah ur so cute!!! no it’s the same for me tbh!! no one around me has even played any of the final fantasy games so i just scream to myself and write myself fics LMAO. finally with xvi i was like my god just make a blog for fun and go scream into the void hehehe so here i am! ALSOOO every time you sign off with a lil chicky i think of a lil babie chocobo HEHEHE <333

[luvrhyune]

i’m going to explain why i miss each of the anons.

why i miss chickie🐥 — i miss her enthusiasm and her brightness, his sunshine personality always put a smile on my face whenever he came into my inbox and i miss that sm :( i hope you’re doing well for yourself darling <3

why i miss bunnie🐰 — i miss his care :| every time he came into my inbox he was always so thoughtful & making sure i was okay, wishing for me to have a good day (whatever time of day it was), give me alternative questions just incase i couldn’t answer something.

why i miss fox🦊 — they were so FUNNY. and even though i didn’t speak to them as often as i did the others, his questions for me were so well thought, i genuinely enjoyed answering his q’s and having to think about what i was answering :(( (i also enjoyed how they tried to reassure me that u guys actually liked me with the screenshots hehe) i hope you’re doing okay too sweetheart! :(( <3

why i miss squirrel🐿️ — I MISS BROS ENTHUSIASM. his asks genuinely got me giggling??? i miss his shouting in my inbox and the way he’d talk to me about literally anything :( NO BC RUEUJEDISN the way i miss him, is the way i miss a best friend & i really dk how to describe that hm…. idk every time i reread his asks.. i actually wanna tear up DGEUEBIDSN

why i miss puppy🐶 — i could get into a LOT on why i miss him (& that would be embarrassing.) but i miss him for all the reasons stated above and more, and idk if i wanna EXPLAIN bc i might start bawling so… i just miss him tenfold🤞🏽…

[kmp78]

"A lazy douche with a bad back?"

He's had the bad back half his life now. I highly doubt it's hindered too many sexual shenanigans. He knows it's limits by now.

Douche. Yep. I bet he 💯 can be. But I also bet he's one hell of a sweet talker too!

But lazy? Come on! He doesn't know how to be lazy even when he's sick and should be. It's like he's ADHD and can't be still.

Plus, he gets 2 hours of cardio on that stage several times a week too. And bro is into some kink. I would be willing to bet that a lazy lover is the last thing he is!

And anon is right. 52 year old men who get it on regularly have way better stamina with withholding than younger men do! Where they may lack is the endurance physically. But as active and fit as J is, that'd be a non-issue, too.

I meant lazy in the sack... 😉

Like just laying on his (bad) back like a dead trout and letting the chickie do all the work. 🤭