#enjoying the eggs now that they're all laying again!!

[tetedurfarm]

leonard the sussex cross and his hoard of women

[triptuckers]

christmas cookies - percy jackson

Request: yes! "hi !! first of all, happy holidays!! I hope you enjoy the day, and second, could I request a Percy x fem reader making Christmas cookies??" Pairing:  Percy Jackson x reader Summary:  you join one of percy's christmas traditions Warnings:  none Word count:  700 A/N: I don't really celebrate christmas but merry christmas to those that do! also if you don't celebrate it or are having a hard time around the holidays hope you have a good day as well! enjoy!

you look at all of the ingredients percy is laying out on the table. he said he's got the best recipe for them. you know he's been making them with his mom for years.

you felt very happy when he invited you this year, as it's a tradition between percy and his mom.

even though he's made it a lot of times, he still keeps the recipe with him. the paper is very old and wrinkled, with some stains on it. somehow there's also a blue stain on there, you have no idea how it got there.

then again, half of the food you eat at his house is blue.

you watch as percy puts the last of the ingredients on the table and rolls up his sleeves.

'uh, percy?' you say, picking up a small bottle.

'yeah?' he says, getting out a bowl.

you show him the small bottle. 'christmas cookies aren't blue.'

'they are in this house.'

'alright.' you say, you should have expected it. 'tell me what to do.'

percy slides some of the ingredients to you.

'you mix the flour, baking soda, baking powder and salt. I'll preheat the oven.' he says.

you do as he asks, measuring the ingredients according to the recipe and mixing them. you can feel percy's eyes on you the whole time.

'am I doing it wrong?' you ask.

but when you look over you see percy looking at you with the purest smile on his face. he shakes his head, walking over to you.

'twelve year old me would never believe me if I told him in a couple of years you're in my kitchen making christmas cookies with me and that you're my girlfriend.' he says, kissing your cheek.

you smile at his words. you were glad this is your christmas. no big fuss, just you and percy.

'okay, now what?' you say as you finish mixing.

'now we add the rest of the ingredients.' says percy.

you nod, adding the butter and eggs and then passing the bowl over to percy.

percy does the rest of the mixing and you're only all too happy to watch.

'you should roll up your sleeves more so they won't get dirty.' you say, hoping to sound very chill and nonchalant.

percy looks up, doesn't notice the look in your eyes and then he nods and rolls up his sleeves more.

after a while, he looks up, a knowing smile on his face. 'y/n, I already had my sleeves rolled up enough. they weren't getting dirty.'

you shrug. 'they could have gotten dirty.'

'you just want a better view of my arms now that all the ingredients are in and it's harder to mix.'

'can't blame me. I caught you staring as well, earlier today.'

percy laughs. 'okay, guilty.' he says. 'hand me the blue colouring?'

you hand him the bottle. he adds a few drops, then mixes again until the mixture looks blue. he squints his eyes, then adds more.

'it was blue enough.'

'nope, I've been doing this for years. you don't want them to turn out green.'

'exactly how are we going to make those cookies turn into christmas cookies?'

'they already are christmas cookies.'

'they're blue.'

'but it's christmas.'

you laugh, walking over to help percy divide the mixture into small balls and place them onto a baking tray.

'I should have known you wouldn't do anything besides bake the cookies.' you say.

'I'm right though.' he says. 'they're christmas cookies.'

'sure they are percy. can you open the oven for me?'

percy opens the oven while you walk over with the baking tray, then you carefully place it in the oven so the cookies don't roll over.

'how long?' you say.

'9,5 minutes.'

'that's specific.'

'I told you, I've been doing this for years.'

'alright, I believe you. what do we do while waiting?'

percy smiles at you, a smile you know all too well. he leans in and kisses your cheek and then pulls you closer.

like this, those 9,5 minutes will go by in seconds.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rulesHere’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit/Max

[prettyoatmeal]

MORE John Price Headcanons While You're Dating

Part 2 to this!

Since SO many people (like 4) were asking for me to do a part 2, here it is! Enjoy! A/N at the end!

Genre: Fluff! Smut after the buffer.

Summary: Just some more headcanons I've thought of. GN reader, no mentions of Y/N.

Content Warnings: NSFW After buffer.

Masterlist here!

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Big big big big boy.

He's quite muscular, got that meat on him (I mean, hell. Look at those shoulders). This means he needs to buy pretty large sized clothing for himself when he's out shopping.

This also means that they're a perfect size for you, able to very easily slide into a shirt of his and just wear that with how long it is on you.

They're just so comfy and baggy and cover you up so well, they're nice for when you don't feel like wearing something form fitting or if yours are in the wash.

John would definitely approve.

They'd smell like him, like home, how could you not wear them every now and again?

If you asked really nicely, John would get you a personal travel bottle of his cologne to keep on you at all times.

If you two are deployed, then he'd definitely pack a few extra shirts and sweaters of his because he knows you'll want some with you in the barracks. Maybe sleep in them or use them as a pillow case.

Seeing you in his clothes would definitely rile him up, seeing how the shirt gathers around your hips especially would leave a lasting effect on him. Expect his hands to be all over you.

You'd get the same reaction from him from wearing something more form fitting.

Wearing something that hugs your curves and shows off how great you look?

Oh boy.

It would drive him mad.

Would purposefully buy you shirts or those bike shorts in a half size too small and blame it on forgetting your size or being an 'accident' just to watch you try them on and gaze how the fabric squeezes around your chest and thighs.

Would definitely get heart eyes from that.

"John, are you sure this is my size?" as you finally pull the shirt over your chest, feeling how constricting the fabric is.

"Is or isn't, you look divine!"

If you wear a proper compression shirt, he'd probably die on the spot.

please please please please wear one.

No matter how thick or thin you are, he'd love every bit of how you look, and he'd definitely make that well known to you.

Definitely the kind to love playing with your hair, especially if it's long. He'd love braiding it, brushing it, running his fingers through it, literally anything,

Loves feeling how soft it is right after you wash it.

Will probably offer to help you dry it.

"Allow me," typa guy for sure.

He'd also be very big on communication.

He's had a lot of experience and has realised that bottling feelings up and keeping them locked away can only make the situations worse.

If you notice he's particularly upset, would always vent to you (If you're comfy w that of course) just to get how he's feeling out of the way, hoping it won't interfere with anything else.

Not one to pull the silent treatment, in fact, he hates it. If you're the kind to pull the silent treatment, he would egg it out of you one way or another.

"I'm too old for this, spit it out," in the kindest way possible.

He knows how draining it is physically and mentally to keep your emotions to yourself, so he'd always convince you to finally let it all loose.

Please tell him how you're feeling, especially if he's the person you're upset with. It breaks his heart seeing you upset and will 100% do everything in his power to make the situation right again.

The type to get grumpy or emotional when he's sleepy. Sometimes he just needs a soft chest or soft tummy to lay his head on and he'll be out like a light.

If you would let him sleep on top of you, that is. All that muscle would be pretty heavy so unless he knew you could take it, little spoon would do just fine for him.

Yeah, he'd love being little spoon. Loves feeling your arms pulling him deeper into your chest.

John is pretty dominant in a traditional sense, very masculine, a fierce leader, knows exactly what he wants and how he's going to get it, but he's also a massive softie and will do anything and everything to have your full attention when he's in the mood.

Yes, he wants to be little spoon, yes, he will also lead an army of men through a battlefield. They exist.

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NSFW

He's an ass man, 100%.

Y'know how I said he'll 'accidentally' buy smaller sizes just to see how the material so perfectly forms itself to your curves?

Yeah, this is why.

Will grab and slap your ass at every chance he gets (with your consent, ofc) even in the most innocent of situations.

Whether you're bending down to pick up something you've dropped, over the kitchen counter while pulling something down from the top shelves, or just leaning over the dinner table to wipe it down, SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Jolting you forward.

Loves to hear that high pitched, surprised shriek coming from your mouth at the sudden impact of his hand on your behind.

Backshots with him would be crazy, fingers intertwined with your hair, pushing your face into the mattress as he pounds into you from behind.

Doggy or reverse cowgirl would be his favourite positions because he just gets that full view of your ass jiggling with each bounce or each thrust from his hips.

Definitely wouldn't be gentle, but wouldn't be too rough either, that perfect balance.

Maybe a bit rougher when he's desperate or releasing some pent up stress, but all in all, he wouldn't dare to hurt you unless its the very occasionally slap on the ass or thighs.

I feel like it would be out of his comfort zone as well. Seeing how prominent his hand prints can be after spanking, seeing them on your face or anywhere else would probably make him upset during the process.

Spanking would be the furthest he'd go, making sure the skin is red and raw.

Would stop if he notices you're crying. Breaks his heart.

On the contrary, will gladly make you cry with his head between your legs. Feeling how you twitch against his mouth every time he makes you cum brings a smile to his lips.

VERY focused on making you cum first. Very focused on making sure you're comfortable ad satisfied all the way.

Definitely prefers to be dominant in bed, likes having that control.

Daddy kink probably.

He probably wouldn't make too much noise in bed, maybe a few groans and whines. But would for sure be a dirty talker.

"Yeah, that feels good, doesn't it?"

"Sucking daddy's cock- fuck, -so well, Gorgeous.."

"So fucking tight, aint ya. Mmh, fuck, keep squeezing around me like that, Dove."

Will only let out a classic moan for when he cums.

"That's it, gonna fill you up so good- ahh~!"

Surprising at first since he'd never made all that much sound before but the more you know.

Its totally hot though.

King of aftercare, tbh.

Would gladly carry you everywhere after you've become too sore to walk anywhere yourself.

Even if you can walk after a pounding, will still carry you. Gotta be treated like royalty after letting him slam into your holes like that.

Boy, did it feel good.

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I somehow accidentally deleted the first draft of this I made so this turned out a lot shorter than I first wanted it to :(

Also why it took so long lol. I swear, idk why my Tumblr is bugging so much but losing like 2k words after I've worked on it all day literally broke my heart.

Probably don't expect a part 3, but after having a few days to myself, my motivation has defo returned haha.

Goodnight!! <33

Tags: @mind-nine @tapioca-marzipan @underthestarwars @avalkyrieofparis

[merlinswomb]

Merlin blinked. "You think it's hot that there are eggs in my stomach?"

Arthur's gaze raked over his enormous belly, in a way that meant the warlock was going to be delightfully sore in the morning.

"God yes, Merlin. Look what I've done to you, and now you can barely even move. Your body is insanely good right now."

Merlin was so hard it was painful. Knowing Arthur was as turned on as he was had him keening; he needed it now.

"If this is doing it for you, then fuck me," he challenged.

Arthur wasted no time in rising to it immediately. The tension between them snapped as he practically tore what remained of Merlin's clothes, and in turn the warlock's eyes flickered golden to rid Arthur of his.

The king pulled away to get the oil, but Merlin stopped him, breathlessly.

"No need. I'm already somehow wet. If you don't get inside me in the next-"

Arthur cut him off by spreading Merlin's thighs.

He manoeuvred the tip to press against him, then slammed inside all at once, jostling the eggs in a way that nearly sent Merlin to come immediately.

As he looked down at his own belly, he saw it writhing dangerously with each thrust. Fuck, it was so hot. He couldn't believe he was how his day was going.

Arthur cradled Merlin's expanded hips and murmured to him, keeping up his sure pace.

"You're so massive and full because of me, aren't you Merlin? I did this to you. I came in you so much that you grew eggs, and now you can barely move."

The warlock's breaths were rugged. The thrusts sped up.

"I can feel them, you know. Rubbing all against my cock like they know I'm going to fill you so much you'll look as if you're going to pop."

Merlin moaned, not knowing how he could possibly get any bigger.

"Do it. Arthur, do it."

Arthur pushed into him so deeply he saw stars, and stayed. Warmth flooded into all the spaces between eggs in his belly, the skin on top stretching impossibly tighter.

As the last of it finished, Arthur pulled out.

Just after he did, Merlin felt all the eggs inside him lower.

Arthur, through the post-orgasm haze, noticed something. "Merlin? What's going on?

Pleasure tingled at the bottom of his spine, and he felt it in him to push downwards.

"I think I am about to lay them all."

"Holy fuck."

Arthur leaned into him, pressing his flat stomach against his massive one, and kissed him slowly and sweetly on this mouth, then down his swollen chest and to the curve of his belly.

Merlin spread his legs even wider. The eggs in him shifted lower, and he gasped.

"Oh, they're coming out now," the warlock said.

Arthur appraised him, a glint of arousal in his eyes. "What do you need me to do?"

"It's still, uh, pleasurable. Talk me through it."

Merlin's whole stomach lurched more as a contraction hit.

"This turns you on, huh? Did you always know you wanted to be a breeder for me, or do you enjoy your skin stretching into something you don't even recognise?"

Merlin's opening fluttered, the contractions arriving faster.

"You're so gorgeous like this, wish I could fill you with eggs every day just to see you so turned on and so huge that you can't even get yourself off."

Arthur's words were pushing him so close to orgasm. Merlin needed to so, so badly.

"You want me help you? Your body is hot babe, I'd gladly get you to come for me."

Merlin nodded frantically, desperate for more touch. The first egg pressed against his opening, and as he pushed, he could see stars from how good the prsssure made him feel.

"God, it's almost out. I'm gonna come again just looking at you. All spread out, massive belly on display and jostling about."

Arthur wrapped his hand around Merlin's dick, working the man towards what he so sorely needed.

The egg finished laying onto the bed, roughly the size of a tennis ball.

"Fuck, Merlin. Keep going for me."

Arthur's hand moved faster, and another egg popped out. The warlock couldn't even think anymore, the sensations of his stomach and the eggs pressing down in him making him so lustful and dizzy.

"Being a Dragonlord has made you an eggslut. Now you know what your amazing body can do, you're never gonna stop, are you? Gonna be perpetually pregnant for me, wadding the halls and belly so massive and everyone will know there's eggs to the brim of you."

Merlin moaned. The eggs were laying in a steady stream.

"There's so many inside. We'll count them after and set a record to beat. Measure your breasts and see if we can make them bigger next time."

The eggs were coming out crazily fast, and Merlin was so hot and so horny and his vision was white.

"Come for me, babe."

The last 8 or so eggs pushed out at the same time, and Merlin screamed around the stretch. He orgasmed so hard, Arthur just had the time to wrap his mouth around his dick to swallow up the sheer amount he had to offer.

A few minutes later, panting, they looked at each other. They were laying in a mess of eggs, Merlin's stomach now reduced to it's usual size.

"Well, that was un-egg-spected," Merlin grinned.

Arthur rolled his eyes and kissed him hard.

Part One | Part Two

[angelsnkisses]

fluffy headcanons - gabriel <3

💟 sfw 💟

warnings: none!

made a gabe gif cause there weren't any <3 sorry for the quality holy shit 😭

let's pretend that by some miracle, his family didn't ship him off to the hospital after the whole incident after all. they convinced alice's dad to not press charges, but he never saw her again. he started working harder to contol him impulses, met you, and even got to move into your apartment with you :) now, let's begin.

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• gabe would love your apartment. he likes that you have it all set up and decorated, instead of plain or minimalistic.

• he would lounge around with you when you were both home from work, always laying his head in your lap while you were reading a book or spooning you on the couch while you were watching a movie.

• he'd be very hygienic, always muttering to himself about being a 'clean machine'. you honestly found it adorable, and it wasn't like he was hurting anything by being clean.

• you guys would go to the diner he showed you twice a week, and he would always order the same thing (hash and eggs with cheese :) plus a copious amount of ketchup).

• he'd like going on walks with you around the area of the city you lived in, which was fairly quiet. he'd especially like going at night, when the street lamps were the only thing illuminating the quiet streets and no one was around to interrupt you guys.

• he'd help you make dinner when you guys have the time <3. some days you'd order take out, it just depended on how work went for the two of you.

• he'd compliment you so much!!

"is that shirt mine? you look so pretty."

"i love your eyes, they're beautiful.."

"your hair looks different, did you change something? i like it :)."

• he'd like sitting with you outside when he smokes, whether you smoke or not. if you did, he would share with you or offer you your own.

• he'd love spooning you, he'd love when you laid on his chest, he'd love laying his head on your stomach with his arms hugging your waist.. pretty much any way he could touch you, he loved.

• if you had any pets, he would probably be obsessed with them. always giving them treats, cuddling up to them on the couch, etc. it'd be so adorable, and you would have several photos.

• nights with you would be his absolute favorite. he'd love cuddling up with you, muttering to you about his day and such before you both went to sleep.

• he would always be clinging to you when you woke up, he'd just love you so much <3.

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A/N: today was so funnn omg, i got to hang out with my favorite people <3. hope you enjoyed, there's not enough gabe content on here :).

[hyperfixation-symposium]

Yaknow, I don't think Bad will be able to escape the island today, but imagine if he did

Has Bad told anyone that he's genuinely going? Has he mentioned to anyone that this attempt is a serious one?

He follows the train tracks, there's something there, a way out for him and his son. He can escape, and he takes Dapper and they go. They're free, of the island and the federation and the code. They can relax.

But there's no way back, no way to send messages to his friends on the island, no way to tell them it worked. Perhaps the Federation is hunting him, trying to see where he went, pull him and Dapper back to the island. Bad has to lay low, keep his wits about him, all while returning to 'normal' life with his egg son.

Then, to the other residents, one of their most trusted, strong, vital friends is gone. There's no goodbye, no indication that he's left, he just stops answering. No one can find them anywhere, nothing major is left of the duo aside from the things they made. Foolish even finds his way out to the building they were going to make their new home, sure he's just hiding there. He isn't.

Cellbit would probably have the worst reaction. He's known Bad for a long time, they're buddies, they're veterans, they were fighting the federation together. Now he's just gone?? Cell is convinced the federation took him, and nothing will stop him for fighting for Bad like he does for Felps.

Forever just can't comprehend it. Bad was just here, everything was normal and find last night. The one person he trusted the most outside of the Brazilians, the person he thought would be there for him whenever, suddenly gone. He understands Cellbit a lot more, just how crazy he was going. Forever wants Bad back, and nothing will stop him from doing so.

For much of the server there's just this aching feeling that something is lost. People keep sending out large group messages asking Bad for something or to come places and remembering he is gone. Foolish insists at first that he's glad the gremlin is gone before being seen putting up missing posters with Cellbit. The absolute care he poured into helping the eggs is a slack the others feel starting to catch them - Bad had so much set up for the eggs, he was so protective and helpful, and now it's a burden so many others are carrying.

The island is thrown into more distrust, fighting, and problems while Bad actively does everything he can to try and find a way to help his friends to get out all without being able to talk to them or see the effect that his leaving had.

But as long as he stays out of the eyes of the Federation, he can save them right? And nothing will ever hurt Dapper again.

Anyways at this point I'm writing AU material, hope you all enjoyed owdheMAHSJZ-

[finalgirlkateausten]

“Touch that and I will hit you with a spoon.” + 1880s John/Helen?

AU in which John isn't corrupted right away after the source blood. Here, he and Helen have been married for a few months, and Helen is about seven months pregnant with Ashley.

John is only awake at this hour because he'd had his sleep disturbed by the absence of his wife, but as he steps into the kitchen, he wonders if he isn't still dreaming. Because the sight before him is more than unlikely.

Helen stands by the counter, stirring something in a large glass bowl, her posture made awkward by the swell of her stomach. Whatever she's working on smells wonderful, delicious and chocolatey, but that's not the most intriguing part of this tableau.

He chuckles softly, not wanting to startle her. Her eyes sparkle as she looks up at him, but he can't help but tease a little. "Helen Magnus, baking? Never thought I'd see the day."

Even with what few lamps she's lit, he can see the pretty blush spread over her cheeks. "The baby wants sweets," she says. "I felt bad waking the staff. Besides, it's just chemistry, isn't it?"

"I suppose," he agrees, eyeing the sticky concoction in the bowl. Helen turns toward the stove, which he can tell is lit by the temperature of the room, and he reaches out for a taste, but--

"Touch that and I will hit you with a spoon," his wife threatens. "Haven't I explained foodborne illness to you enough times already? There's raw eggs in there, wait until it's baked."

John decides his wisest move right now is to stand back and watch as Helen transfers the substance into a shallow pan and slides it into the oven. "And do you... know how long that will be?"

"I'm going to check it every ten minutes," she decides. "If I'm right, we should end up with something between a fudge and a cake."

That does sound appealing. "I don't suppose I could convince you to rest a bit more while we wait?"

She kisses his cheek, scratching her fingers through her hair. "You know how I feel about you distracting me from my experiments."

John grins, feeling a little dastardly tonight. He wraps his arms around her, stroking the curve of her abdomen in a way that makes her sigh. "As I recall, you seem to enjoy it more often than not."

Helen gives a huff of laughter, but then winces, and he can feel why-- the child is kicking hard enough that he can feel the tiny blows even against his own hand. She rubs her side, her mouth pursing in a displeased moue. "Sorry, my love, but these days, it appears there are limits to that sort of enjoyment."

Privately, John thinks he could expand those limits with a little creativity, but this isn't the hour for that. "No need to apologize," he assures her. "I don't suppose you were planning on sharing your new form of confectionery?"

Helen's eyes twinkle. "Only because I love you very much."

Twenty minutes later, they're seated on top of the duvet on their shared bed, a plate of delightful and chocolatey square between them. Helen gasps around her mouthful and takes his hand, laying it on the rise of her belly. "She likes them," she tells him, and he feels more of the kicks from earlier.

He quite enjoys this new invention too, but at least he manages to finish chewing before he speaks. "Does it hurt?"

She shrugs. "Only when she catches my ribs. Or kidneys. Or lungs."

John shakes his head in disbelief. "I don't really understand how it all... fits in their. Especially seeing as the child has weeks yet to go."

"Most men don't," Helen teases, taking another bite. "You lot get to be blissfully unaware... you'll disappear to the wine cellar with Nikola while I do all the work, and then when you return there will be a baby, and you don't even spare a thought for how it gets out." She huffs and cradles her stomach, making him suspect the child is getting rough again.

Quite honestly, John loathes the thought of abandoning her. But that, too, is too daring a proposition for the wee hours of the morning, so all he says is, "I am well aware of how indebted to you I am, my love." He moves closer to her on the bed and kisses her cheek. "For all eternity."

She turns to kiss him properly then, and she tastes of luxurious chocolate. "And don't you forget it."

John stretches out in the bed, and Helen sets the plate aside before joining him. "Your daughter is pleased."

"Or son?"

"No." Her voice is thick with sleep now as she nestles against him. "Daughter."

"Regardless," John sighs, "I would say your first foray into the kitchen is a resounding success."

"Enjoy it," she tells him, yawning. "I can't say it'll happen again."

John strokes her hair as she succumbs to sleep, and decides that all he's hoping for is more nights like these somewhere down the line.

They've got years and years ahead of them, after all.

[neyswxrld]

sweet as cookies

Hardcase x reader (gn)

summary: You promised Hardcase to bake cookies and he's very excited about that.

warnings: none, it's just fluff

word count: ~670

advent calendar masterlist

a/n: this is the eleventh fic for my advent calendar! sadly, i'm too busy to bake cookies this year.

p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for misspellings! 

When you first told Hardcase about Christmas, he was very excited.

He liked the whole concept of Christmas. The love, the family, the warmth, the presents, the snow, even the Christmas tree. He absorbed everything you told him and placed it in his heart like a small treasure, ready to be found and opened, to share its content with others.

But there was one thing Hardcase didn't just like.

Christmas cookies.

Since the first time you told him about the small, baked goods, he was excited about them. He immediately loved them, even though he hadn't really tried some of the sweets.

Your family had the tradition to bake some cookies at the day the first snow falls and Hardcase really loved that too.

So, instead of being confused, when he wakes you with a big smile on his face the other day, you just laugh a little at his cute excitement.

"It's snowing! You know, what that means!" he almost yells, excited.

He pulls you out of the bed and into the bathroom, waiting impatiently for you to get ready.

Right after that, he takes you to the next grocery store, ready to buy everything you two need to make some of the goods.

When you're at home again, he almost vibrates out of his skin while he helps you set up everything you'll need.

"What do we need to do first?" Hardcase asks, looking over the stuff.

"Those are really easy cookies. You just have to mix everything, put it in the fridge for some time, and then we can cut out some motives," you explain, taking out a bowl from the shelf, giving it to him.

Hardcase stands in front of the bowl, measuring all the ingredients you give to him perfectly, and is excited to mix them.

When you put the dough in the fridge, he starts to lick the small spoom, tasting his creation.

"Oh, it's awesome!" he says, taking another small lick.

"You're lucky there aren't eggs in it. If you think it tastes great now, you have to wait until they're baked," you laugh and give him a small kiss on his cheek.

Excited as ever, he nods, helps you clean the kitchen, and prepare the stuff you need for the next step.

After about half an hour, you take the dough out of the fridge again and start to roll it out.

Carefully, Hardcase places some cookie cutters on it and smiles every time he lays a new raw cookie on the baking tray.

When there's no dough left, you put the trays in the oven.

"When they're cool again, we have to make some icing so they taste and look better," you explain again, and Hardcase nods, confident.

He really enjoys helping you with the cookies and still can't wait for them to be finished.

When that time comes around, he happily puts the icing on the cookies and sprinkles some colorfuk sprinkles on them.

"They're pretty," he says, proudly when everything is done and the kitchen clean again.

"Yes, you really did great!" you nod at him and lay your head on his shoulder.

"Are they finished now? Can I try one?" he asks again, smiling. You roll your eyes a little bit. So impatient.

"Yeah, go on, try one," you smile at him and don't have to tell him twice.

His hand snaps forward, and you can't even look as fast as the cookie disappears in his mouth.

With raised eyebrows, you watch him chew and start to smile, as the excited glimmer in his eyes intensifies.

"That is the best thing I have ever tried," he almost cries out, taking another one.

Laughing, you reach out for one for yourself and smile at the sweet taste on your tongue.

Hardcase indeed did great. 

And if someone asked you about the reason for you to bake so many cookies for christmas, you just smiled and thought about the look of joy and excitement on Hardcase's face, every time he got to bake or taste a new one.

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[mawofthemagnetar]

So that plane crash then

I'm sorry if there was additional cutscene I was missing, but I have this problem where I can't watch streams for very long unless I really, REALLY want to, so I wasn't able to watch more than just the crash and a few minutes of aypierre's stream.

Before we proceed: I know nothing about the QSMP, I was just told "oh hey there was a plane crash" and I was like "oh? tell me more" and dove in to investigate. I am DEFINITELY going to be missing a ton of lore for this- I'm sorry, but, again, streams really don't agree with my brain. I will avoid speculating on anything and just give my honest thoughts on the lovely cutscene that played.

On the topic of the cutscene: it was beautifully done! no hate to the animators, I really, really loved it. They did a great job.

now with that...

SPOILERS for the QSMP under the cut! As well as. Cluelessness.

Right. First thing:

MODERN TWIN-ENGINE AIRCRAFT ARE DESIGNED TO BE FLYABLE WITH ONLY ONE ENGINE.

I had to get that out of the way early. What we're shown is a chicken in the sky, which lays an egg that gets sucked into one of the jet engines, damaging it and causing it to flame out.

Uh.

Okay?

So the thing is- again- modern jet engines are actually- designed for that? They're designed to withstand specifically what was shown- Bird strikes are common, and during testing, they have to be able to ingest a frozen chicken (this information may be slightly out of date) and, if not FUNCTION, then at least not. Explode?

So, alright, right off the bat, the engine on the QSMP flight is. Definitely not FAA approved!

It...should not have done that!

But alright, it's minecraft, let's let that slide.

What happens next is- baffling to me. The plane- which appears to still have lift, and critically, the use of one entire engine- then- rolls over and goes into a sharp dive?

Huh????

That doesn't make. Any sense?

Unless the engine exploding severed the flight controls or something, that flight pattern makes. no sense. it. Like that almost looked like a deliberate input from the pilots, there.

Okay and then, the plane's trajectory towards the ground is a classic nosedive, with no attempt by the pilots to pull up at all. Then, the next we see, our new friends are crashed on the island with the Nausea status effect, and I had to stop watching due to the aforementioned Streams Not Agreeing With My Brain Thing

I-?

Okay. So from this we can conclude that either the pilots were able to pull up into a fairly shallow dive at the last second, OR the French streamers are all demigods.

Either works. It's minecraft.

Anyway. I hope you enjoyed these. Disjointed rambling thoughts. It's late and i'm tired, but if I was a lorehound, this would be making me have many questions. This seems...weird, and fishy, and I hope to god it's deliberate, because that'd be super, SUPER cool.

Right, sorry for wading in when I have no idea what's happening! I'll go back to my little corner now.

I hope you...enjoyed?

[eight-cats-in-a-box]

Made a one shot based on my idea that got spawned by @definitelyunhingedagentphoenix's chat thing

Hurt/comfort roxanix ahead

Warnings: cussing, minor heartbreak (?), mental breakdown (sort of?), iffy POVs

"What's that for?"

Roxana sighed heavily, hand twitching as Phoenix asked yet another question, probably the fifth in half as many minutes. As she answered, tersely, Phoenix watched her work, enraptured. They genuinely enjoyed seeing the engineer work, and even though they didn't quite understand, they still found it fascinating.

"...Hey Roxy?" They interrupted the tense silence quietly, unsure of themself now.

"What?" Roxana snapped, still not turning away from her newest project.

"What's your favourite sound?" They're a little quieter, genuine curiosity driving their actions.

But as we all know, curiosity killed the cat.

"The sound of silence." She snipped, looking at Phoenix pointedly. It didn't last long as the engineer turned back to her work, leaving Phoenix reeling.

Were they truly that obnoxious? That Roxana would prefer the sound of nothing over their earnest questions? As they sat there, feeling like an astronaut whose tether had been cut, Roxana continued to work, seeming almost relieved at the absence of Phoenix's interrogation.

She didn't even notice as Phoenix slipped out of the workshop on silent feet, wandering into the kitchen. And immediately back out as they spotted Roxana's coffee cup, forgotten where she set it that morning. Set down when Phoenix nearly burnt the eggs. Forgotten.

They nearly stepped into the room they shared with her, thinking better of it and going to lay down in the guest room. Better to avoid her wrath, and keep quiet so they wouldn't make it worse.

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Days passed like that. Phoenix had taken to using sign, the way they had when their vocal chords had nearly fried in the volcano. But they weren't injured this time.

They just didn't want Roxana to be angry at them, and if eternal silence was how to achieve that, then it would be well worth it.

Roxana was content, at first. Phoenix hadn't been bothering her, only foraying into the workshop to bring her a snack every now and again. But when she thanked them, they responded in sign.

They weren't hurt, they said, and she shrugged and returned to her work. But she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something was horribly, terribly wrong.

It made it all the worse when she found them broken and crying. All the worse when she realised what had happened. That she was the reason for their sudden silence. And the cherry on top? They apologized. Apologized for crying, for making any noise at all, and Roxana felt her heart shatter.

She pulled them in, holding them close. "Don't you dare apologize. This is my fault in its entirety, Phoenix, and I'm so fucking sorry you thought it was yours." Murmuring soft apologies in their ear, holding them gentler than she thought possible.

She could feel them shaking, their hoarse voice finally in use again after days of self-inflicted silence. "...You promise?"

"I promise, Phoenix. I'm so sorry I made you think otherwise." She was shaking too, crying just as hard as they were. She traced lines down their spine, trying to ease the pain they had felt.

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The next time Phoenix wandered into the workshop with a snack for her, they stayed, flopping down in the chair Roxana brought in for them. Scootching closer to watch her work, and piping up cautiously when it inevitably escaped them.

And when they fell silent, lost in their own mind, Roxana asked a question of her own.

"Are you alright? You've not spoken a word in almost five minutes." She looked up at them, concern written across her face.

They beamed, and continued with the onslaught of questions, firing off a new one practically the instant she finished explaining the last.

Curiousity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

Masterlist

[smolkiwi98]

Promises of Affection

Finally I have written something and I'm not too confident in it. I hope you all enjoy anyway!

masterlist

WARNINGS! some angst, mention on gun for like a second, fluff, not proofread, mafia au, I think thats it.

Dating someone who's in the mafia is a lot to handle, but when it's two people you're dating in the mafia it can be a handful. You loved your boys, you loved them with everything you've got. They spoil you nonstop and always make sure you're safe, but sometimes they tend to focus on their work more than you.

You knew this line of work was always busy and dangerous, but sometimes you just want that attention. The cuddling, the way Bucky would gently hold your face before kissing you, and the way Steve always ran his thumb across your bottom lip before a kiss. Just some kind of attention.

Steve and Bucky were finally in the kitchen, sitting down, drinking coffee, and not rushing around to leave. It was the perfect time to spend time with them and even make them a little breakfast. "Good morning." You said with a smile and gave them both a kiss on the cheek. You felt Steve wrap his arm around your head to hold close while you kissed his cheek and a smile grow on Bucky's face when he felt your lips on his cheek. "Good morning, Doll." Bucky said, his voice was deeper than usual and a little rough sounding…must have been a long night. You walked around the island in the kitchen and set your elbows on it leaning in a bit, "So, are you hungry? I was thinking I could make you some pancakes and eggs." You said with a smile. Steve looked at you and gave a small smile "Thank you, Love, but we have a meeting in the office soon." The smile on your face fell, but you quickly put a fake smile on. You ran your hand through your hair and nodded "A-Alright." Your voice slightly breaking, you cleared your throat "I can just make myself some breakfast. Maybe I can make you lunch?" You questioned. This time Bucky spoke up "We have to leave after the meeting and make a deal." Bucky sounded apologetic. You just nodded your head and turned around and opened the fridge. "Well I hope everything goes smoothly for the two of you." You could hear their chairs scooting back on the floor, you assumed they were just going to go upstairs to get ready and that's when you were going to break down…but instead you felt two arms around your waist "I promise you, we'll have a night together." Bucky whispered against your ear "And I have a feeling that night will happen very soon." Steve said from beside you and kissed your head. You smiled to yourself and then felt alone once they left to go get ready.

~~~

It's been four weeks since they've told you about the night together would happen, but it feels like you're going to go through another four weeks until then. It was two in the morning and you were once again laying in your big bed watching a random movie you picked…alone. Steve called you earlier that week that they wouldn't make it home until Friday. It's Tuesday now, but it's not much of a difference when they are here. You sighed to yourself and started getting stuck in your thoughts. 'What if they don't love me? Maybe they're bored with me, but feel bad if they left me.' That thought alone was enough for you to let a few tears fall.

You were about to curl up in your blanket and try to sleep until you heard a loud bang from downstairs. You've heard gunshots before, so you're relieved that wasn't the sound. You shot up and looked at your bedroom. You could hear some more noise and voices arguing. Quickly you got out of bed and searched for the baseball bat you bought for yourself for protection. Slowly you made your way to the door and quietly opened it. You could hear the voices a little better now, but couldn't put a face to them. Maybe they're robbers, men who aren't happy with a business deal, or people coming to take you to threaten Steve and Bucky. You gripped the bat tighter and slowly made your way downstairs.

When you were in the main room by the archway to the kitchen the voices had stopped. All there was were pots and pans, even cabinets opening and closing. Just as you were about to step back and to find your phone you could hear a knife being pulled from the knife block. That's when your heart rate spiked and you ran into the kitchen eyes closed "WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" You yelled. You were about to swing the bat until you felt someone grab it, "Y/N! It's us." You opened your eyes once you heard Steve's voice and saw that Bucky had stopped the bat with his metal arm. You blinked a few times as you tried to catch your breath, "Bu-But you said you were coming home Friday." You let go of the bat and let Bucky set it down. "We were going to surprise you." Steve said with a small chuckle, "When did you get a bat?" Bucky asked. You felt kind of embarrassed now, but you couldn't help it! You hopped up on the counter. "I got it when you two started going out all the time. I wanted to have some kind of protection if anything happened while you weren't here." You explained looking down at your thumbs. Both Steve and Bucky looked at each other with guilt in their eyes and then looked back at you, "Why didn't you tell us you felt like you needed protection?" Steve asked while putting his hand in your hair, "You know we pick up all your phone calls no matter what." Bucky added while leaning against the counter beside you. All you did was shrug and look at them both "I didn't want to ruin anything important." "Hey, the only thing important to us is you." Bucky said. Steve sighed "And we know we haven't been giving the affection we keep telling you will happen." Bucky just nodded his head in agreement, "Which is why we're making tonight and tomorrow all about you." Steve added on. You looked at them both confused. Steve just looked at Bucky "Will you take this lovely lady to the living room, Buck?" Without a word you were scooped up in Bucky's arms. The metal hitting your skin gave you goosebumps.

Once Bucky carried you to the living room he carefully set you down on the couch. You felt your favorite fuzzy blanket under you and saw that there were snacks and sodas on the coffee table…all your favorites. You looked up at Bucky with a big smile "You didn't have to do all this." You said, "We know you've been upset lately and we want to make it all better, Doll." He said in a soft voice before going back to the kitchen. You looked around the room and noticed some candles were lit and the tv was set to Disney.

Within five minutes both the boys came out of the kitchen and set a tray of pizza rolls and cookies on the table. You immediately perked up when you saw the cookies "Are the-" "Yes they're double chocolate-chip." Steve said, chuckling. Before you could ask anything else Steve and Bucky were already throwing the fuzzy blanket over the three of you. You were about to ask about Disney being pulled up, but Bucky had already grabbed the remote searching for a movie. "No matter how many times you've made us watch this, we're watching it again." He said while clicking on Peter Pan "For the thousandth time." Steve added. You just looked at them both and chuckled.

Every now and then throughout the movie the boys would hand you some kind of treat and a drink to wash it all down. It's crazy how something this small could make you feel so much better. When the movie was over the three of you stretched "So, how was it?" You asked. Bucky looked at you confused "How was what?" He questioned. You threw your arms up "The movie! How was it?" You do this every time you watch Peter Pan with them. They think it's kind of funny and adorable though, so they didn't mind it much. Steve shrugged his shoulders "I don't know, I thought it was okay." He said jokingly. "I'm going to agree. It was alright." Bucky said standing up. You were looking up at them both about to protest and explain every detail and why the movie was amazing, but before you could Steve was already taking your hand and helping you up "Don't. We're going to bed." He said with a smile of amusement.

The whole way up the stairs it was you talking about the movie and while the boys got ready for bed you sat patiently still talking about the movie. You know it's a bit too much, but it was the first in what seemed like years you got to spend time with them. To actually feel some kind of attention. When the three of you finally laid down, Steve and Bucky gave you a kiss "Goodnight, Love." Steve putting his arm around your waist and nuzzling his head in your neck. "Remember, tomorrow is all about you." Bucky whispered while you cuddled into his chest.

Whatever they have planned tomorrow you couldn't stop thinking about it. You got your boys back and you hope you get to spend more time with them…maybe they'll start taking you on those business trips.

[slocumjoe]

PLeaLSE gage headcanons LITERALLY ANYTHING fluffy I BEG

*cracks knuckles*

Separated into normal, shippy, and miserable. Everything nasty is below the big red banner.

Will whistle at songbirds when he sees them, if its safe to do so/won't attract anything. Knows a lot of different calls/songs. One of the few times a random person will see him genuinely smile, is when he gets a back-and-forth with the little things.

Have said before, but enjoys whittling. Crotchety asshole, but he did it to make toys for his younger siblings (of which he had a lot) and friends. If a kid wanders up while he's doing it, curious, will offer to teach them how and gives them whatever it becomes. He doesn't need it, it's just wood. But it seems a waste to just chuck all that work in a bush or whatever.

Knows how to be helpful in a kitchen/campfire/general cooking affairs. Also said this before, was a mama's boy, and always helped her around the house. Very good knifework. Has a habit of going 'behind' whenever he's...well, behind someone while cooking. Their kitchen was small and god forbid you bump into Ma and she spills something.

Knows a lot about creepy-crawlies. Dislikes your standard wasteland bugs, but spiders, bees, ants, stick bugs, etc, from the Old World? Like snakes, very into them. Would be the type to approach arachnaphobes with his hands closed, telling them to guess what he had. It would be nothing. But you wouldn't know that from his grin.

Related, good with animals. He was raised on a farm, after all. Likes most of them. Out of all of the other companions, Dogmeat is the one he likes the most.

Also have said before, but will keep an eye on a buddy/associate/whatever if they're drunk. Like, Gage won't let you walk off with a stranger while you're pissed. And he certainly won't let a stranger walk off with you, if you catch my drift. He hates alcohol and alcohol drinkers, but fuck, he doesn't want that kind of shit happening. It's a remenent of being the eldest child, gotta look out for everyone even if they're pissing you off.

shippy stuff

Extremely physical, but reserved. Won't initiate anything, not even to hold hands. Rarely acts like he needs/enjoys it. It takes time for Gage to be open like that, visibly affectionate. Once he is, though, clingy. Cuddle-every-night kind of guy, doesn't understand why you'd sleep in the same bed if not touching.

Cat-like. Will kinda...nuzzle, bump their foreheads together, lean his head on theirs, etc. If this is brought up he will stop doing it forever.

Will fall asleep if given a massage. Gage would let someone touch him like that only if he trusts them more than himself. Its not a much bigger leap for him to fall asleep with his back to them.

Preferred sleeping position is laying on his partner in some capacity, either on their shoulder, chest, stomach...again, cat-like. Not often he initiates affection, but once he does, personal space is a foreign concept.

Hug-from-behinder

All of these have something to do with sleeping, you might notice. Gage does not let people see him sleep, know where he does it. The ultimate sign of trust from Gage is being unconscious around them. And if he wakes up unharmed, unfucked with? It would take a fucking lot for that person to lose his loyalty and love. They're basically married now.

Seriously, Gage doesn't do 'downtime'. He can't relax like that. It's his partner's presence that helps him feel safe enough to rest for the sake of resting. Doing nothing is more meaningful to Gage than doing anything. Gage is always going, or planning his 'going'. Getting him to stop is a triumph.

Will share food with them. Have half of this fruit, eat the rest of this stew, finish these eggs for him. Won't even realize he's doing it. Gage is kind of a control freak, always wants to make sure everything is running well, taken care of.

His partner helping him shave his hair. Just consider that. Consider them with their hand on his jaw, tilting his head. His stubble scratches their fingers. Their hand is so close to his throat, they could feel his slow pulse with one little movement. In their other palm is a razor. They stand behind him, diligently scraping. His eye is closed, his own hands idle in his lap. Maybe someone talks, maybe they don't. The bathroom is small and the door is closed, and Porter Gage gives them sharp metal and bares his throat.

^ this is the lewdest, vilest, indecent, most embarrassing thing I've ever written, and I once wrote a fic where character A was described as using character B's prostate as a "character V deserves better" button.

❗trigger warnings start here❗

S/A victim and will not recognize, acknowledge, process, or accept it

Part of the thing with Conner...Gage says how Conner made him feel, how closely they worked together. Even if you get that story out of him, he's not going to mention just how close they would get.

Same thing happened with Colter. Gage always wants to be close to the boss, the guy making the choices. He thinks its of his own volition with Colter—but either way, Conner and Colter got theirs. Regardless how Gage felt about it.

Had something of a drinking problem when he was younger. Did it mostly to feel mature, adult. This stopped when he joined his second raider gang, after the Conner incident.

Every so often, has an episode of some kind. Angry, manic, depressed, paranoid—its very rare but Gage gets into these spells that last about a month. They usually involve him looking over his shoulder, so to speak, looking at the path he took to get where he is. Looking at the shadow he has and the demons in it. Thats largely why Gage is a workaholic, always going. If he stops, he might glance at all of the shit he's been through, and he loses his mind for a while. No one knows, it's wholly private. Gets through his day normally. Its all in his head, no external expression. Nothing in his face, his tone, movement, behavior...you couldn't never see it. You'd only know if he told you. God knows he wouldn't.

Another thing he won't acknowledge—misses his family. Absolute fucking liar, he was really close to them before bailing out of the blue one night. He didn't think about it until he almost died to Conner, and had that one moment where he seriously regretted leaving, and wanted to go home. He rarely ever thinks about his family, and even more rare does he recognize the empty hole in his chest as homesickness. When he does, has one of those episodes.

These episodes end with Gage hardening even further. He shaves off a little more of his humanity each time, whatever he considers a weakness. Its just like whittling.

His emotional walls are a two-way street—it keeps everyone else out to protect himself, but it also cages him. Build up enough walls, you have a labyrinth. You'll lose your way around eventually. If not found by a Sole, or anyone else who befriends and gets close to him, Gage would end in a bad fucking place. Whether dead or alive, he would barely be a person. Just a husk with no rhyme or reason to what it did, running purely on autopilot. He's a raider, so he raids things. No thought of survival or anything like that anymore. Mechanically going through each day until he eventually died. He's about 3/4s of the way through this internal withering at the time of the Nuka World DLC.

[thesmpisonfire]

Okay so. Theory time

As most of us are probably aware by now, the "dungeon" yesterday was custom made and specifically for Jaiden's mission (involving something to protect the eggs) and Cellbit's goal (Find out more about the Federation). This is very probably a building from 20 years ago, and the new info about A0 that Cellbit confirmed today also helps a lot to be sure about that

The commercial from that time period called Quesadilla Island a perfect island, calling people to visit and permanently enjoy their stay there, i don't know if they wanted to trick people and use them as experiments or if they are thought they were perfect to go, but I lean more on the 2nd possibility

Specially because of how they were churning along for months, and how some descriptions sounded to be very optimistic that they were reaching their goal. They could've called the 24 people earlier than they should, and with that the island's systems got overwhelmed and caused something bad to happen in the labs

All the old Federation labs and offices were in that old building Jaiden found. A1 to A9, with the first floor having contracts for the workers be presented with and all the others floors slowly being populated, month by month having new labs and new offices

Something escaped (Maybe the Codes), and it went after the islanders. Maybe just a couple of them survived while others got killed, the Federation heads beside the Host all ran and saved themselves in the cryo chambers, or maybe they were meant to but never got there in time

The Host survived the attack, and whoever workers that were left got hold of the original islanders that survived and locked them up somewhere

20 years pass, and in this mean time the Host managed to get back on their feet and revamp their og plans so this time they'll succeed on creating a perfect island. They rework the Federation and get a new start with the A0 Offices, they invite new people to come with the trains, and the people help the island restart, getting the energy working, pretending they broke a rule and its why they're trapped in there now (the button was CLEARLY a trap to trap them there)

The Brazilians arriving were a mistake, Felps just accidentally got pulled towards the island and they all got trapped there. But it gave the idea for the Federation to pull the French next, being better prepared this time

And so. The Federation needs to start the experiments again, need new workers. So they get the person that seemed so sound with his content and so eager to help (Felps, who was playing pretend to get another life for Richas), and so they begin

They definitely achieve something with Felps, using a brainwashed Cellbit as workforce bc he probably would be of use when dealing with Felps, and so they're let go

The Federation gets Quackity next, who was tarnishing their perfect island image, and they advance into fully replacing him, with ElQ

Where im going with this? I don't fucking know, I just wanted to organize my thoughts, and lay everything in front of me to have a timeline of events in my head

[lxdymoon0357]

Hiii, happy holidays! It's never too late to ask for presents 🥰 (and by presents, yes, it's another Rasheinrey prompt).

Rashta is an assassin that is famous for her long silver hair, and Heinrey is her employer! They kiss behind the curtains, then spill blood in public!!!

(MY BABIES, MY POOKIES, MY HONEYBEARS!!! sexual content (not smut, dw) and anyways, choking, crawling, degrading kink? don't know...very short, I know, forgive me, I will procrastinate!! I have no idea what I wrote..why is this so sexual...? I'm sorry....What is this? What have I done and written..wtf is this!?)

Blood spilled Beauty

"Oh, how long is it till we catch this assassin.." Mckenna whispered with a exhausted sigh, as Heinrey simply grinned and twirled the quill around his fingers,

"Calm down, not like they're doing anything to us, quote opposite in fact..No? I mean, so many of our enemies have been defeated simple handed by this assassin.." Heinrey said grinning with a giggle, making Mckenna glare at him,

"Yeah..and you're gonna say that when it's our turn next to be laying there in a pool of blood?" he says scoffing making Heinrey roll his eyes and pout, "Whatever.."

"Well, there is one thing, this assassin always leave a kiss mark on their victim's cheek with pink lipstick and most people have reported long, curly, silver hair stained pink by her bloodbath..." Mckenna said shivering a bit in fear and because of his weak stomach turning at the thought of blood staining silver hair.

Heinrey flipped through to a photo of the assassin standing infront of the balcony of one of her victim's large mansion, holding his head in her hands, her long silver hair blowing behind her, slightly wavy at the end and curly, but it looked straight..

"She is extremely talented, I reckon she does this on purpose to enjoy and egg people on.." Mckenna said as she threw a stack of photo made with mana magic on the table, "She's too cunning to never be noticed...she does this on purpose..." Mckenna said softly sighing..

Heinrey picked up the stack, anger running through his veins like blood as he went through photo after photo, all the people she killed, this assassin left a kiss mark...what a daring little thing..

"Well, what can we do?" Heinrey said sighing in annoyance, throwing the photos away as Mckenna stared at him in slight confusion,

"Uh...okay." Mckenna said as Heinrey dismissed him. Heinrey stood up, flexing his fingers softly, he softly pulled his expensive coat from the seat, walking down the hallway, his anger evident as people didn't bother greeting him or anything, not that he'd have it any other way right now...

Maybe Mckenna was right, this assassin needed to be taught a lesson...

--

"Hm...now what was all that about? Heinrey asked Rashta softly. Rashta on her knees sitting down in front of him while he sat on the chair, his legs crossed as he glared down at her, sending shivers down her spine.

"You kissed them? You fucking brat.." Heinrey hissed out in anger, wrapping a hand around her throat as he pulled her closer, making Rashta stumble a bit as she walked ahead, placing her hands around his wrist,

"Rashta is sorry! I promise, Rashta didn't think it would make you so mad!!" Rashta whined out, trying to explain her side which only resulted in Heinrey wrapping his hand tighter and applying more pressure against her throat, making her hitch out softly, as she looked down..

"Oh, Rashta...I didn't expect this from you, I didn't think you'd be whoring yourself and being incompetent, almost everyone knows your hair is silver..Tch" Heinrey said, clicking his tongue as he mockingly acted pity, softly applying more pressure against the column of her throat after every breath she took.

"No, Rashta promises, she won't do that again, people won't ever know about her doing this. Please..I'm sorry!" Rashta said, feeling more and more embarrassment in her stomach as her eyes watered up, she knew he was actually upset with her being to casual and blatant in her killings..

Her breaths going shorter did Heinrey decide to have some pity and release some pressure from her throat, letting her gasp out as she sighed, "Rashta will do good, I promise!" she said as a tiny tear slipped down as Heinrey sighed, taking the tear and flicking it away,

"Fine, you just be a good girl and don't ever kiss them again, you brat. You'll learn something when I block you out." He said in annoyance, rubbing his thumb on her inner lip before placing it on her tongue and removing it as he stood up, waving his hand,

"Thank you for the meeting, Rasta. You're dismissed." he said as Rashta hissed out in slight annoyance, clicking her tongue as she fixed her maid uniform and walked out, should anyone find out about this between her and her prince...god, will hell be released if the other found they had someone..

[softquietsteadylove]

Hello darling, can you give us your headcanons of the Mermaid Au pettry please 😊🩷

Mermaid time!!!

Thena and Ikaris were the kids who were always getting into fights. Like, alarming fights--parents would worry about ripped fins and torn scales. But when some big sharp tooth was giving Thena a hard time, Ikaris tackled him and dragged him all the way down to the bottom of a completely dark chasm. He held him down there and dared him to ever hit his sister again.

Thena does love Ikaris, deep (deep, deep, deep down). He's an annoying big brother, but she knows he cares. But she still doesn't let him near Gil; she took the drowning incident very personally.

Thena makes a point to go and visit Makkari more often after having been accused of being the type of mer to only spend time with her mate and forget her friends. She was completely mortified and offended by this, and now swims out to see her once a week. She does not make a point to see Ikaris before she goes home again--if it happens, it happens.

Thena has taken Gil exploring a few times. She holds his hand while they swim around little reefs and such. He explained snorkeling to her but she doesn't like the idea that he could explode. She just stays with him, passing air from her lungs into his as he needs (not that this can be carried on for an especially long time).

Sersi loves Thena. She doesn't care at all that Thena is a mermaid, she's just so happy to finally have a sister after dreaming of one for years. And Thena is so curious about everything, she's happy to let Sersi take her shopping and try on makeup and different hairstyles on her. Gil thinks it's sweet they get along so well.

Thena has tried asking Sersi questions about intercourse and Sersi refuses to even broach the subject, no matter how curious she is about the biological systems of mer reproduction. Thena gave her a loose 'birds and the bees' type explanation of it, although Sersi isn't totally clear on the logistics.

Gil hasn't told Thena about any of his ex-girlfriends. Not that there are many, but he just doesn't think she really needs to know.

Gil has asked about mer reproduction solely out of concern. He managed to kind of explain condoms and what they're for. Thena told him there was no need to worry, since she had no plan of laying eggs at any point in time. Gil - having not known literal eggs were involved - nearly spat out his coffee, and now he can't enjoy boba.

Thena is obsessed with boba.

Gil is still a little overprotective, but he lets Thena go out by herself sometimes. If he's going to be late, he'll radio the house. She can swim to the mainland and get changed in a secret spot. She likes going to the grocery store so she can see all the different foods.

She doesn't like shoes, but Gil is determined to find her as many pairs as possible, because she keeps managing to destroy them. She has no concept of being careful with them so she'll do things like sprint across rocky terrain in delicate sandals and break them.

Gil has asked if mers have mating tokens. She brings up her necklace but he means more like engagement rings or some such. She says they don't, although really if one were to find something incredibly rare and precious, like a fancy pearl or something, one would only give it to their mate.

Thena bites him sometimes. Not hard, but it's kind of an instinct for her. And she still hisses at things that are too loud or smell bad.

Thena with her legs on is a few inches shorter than Gil, but with her tail on, her total length is roughly two metres.

[anipgarden]

One thing I've found important but also sometimes difficult to learn is that the difference between a 'butterfly garden' and a 'biodiverse habitat' is that you gotta accept that sometimes things are gonna die.

This isn't to say that you shouldn't try to tend to things. If I find a bunch of oleander aphids harassing some of my young milkweed plants, I'll get the hose and spray them off no problem--hard to tend a garden and save milkweed seeds if they're getting the life sucked out of them before they can even go to seed. If I see a lot of snails starting to devour some of my flowers and turn them into brown mush, I'll pick them off and toss them to the neighborhood ducks.

But with that being said, creating a biodiverse environment for wildlife means there's gonna be prey animals and predator animals, and some insects may fill several niches. I plant milkweed and other flowers so monarchs and other insects can enjoy them as a host plant and a nectar source. Some years, I can barely even find large caterpillars because the wasps just go ham and pig out. That doesn't mean I'm gonna hunt down any and every wasp nest and spray it to death for being oh-so-mean to my precious baby caterpillars! They're just trying to survive, just like everything else in my garden!

And in the grand scheme, everything is part of a cycle that feeds everything else. The caterpillars feed the wasps, which then feed the cardinals and chickadees and mocking birds. Later in the summer, I always see some ladybugs, and my aphid problems drop even without me bringing out the hose. Sure, the snails are a major problem for me, right now. But they might be feeding things I'm not even seeing, late at night--like blindworms, or possums, or frogs, and maybe even the birds are going at them when I'm not outside.

The literal basis of my pollinator garden is so things can eat other things--the caterpillars feed on the milkweed, after all. I can't deny that they're part of an ecosystem, and the effort in trying to just sprays poisons everywhere for no real reason.

If I really wanted to, I could try and collect every single tiny little baby caterpillar and keep them in a little container, so I can rear them by hand, if it hurts too much to think of them getting eaten by wasps. My next door neighbor did that. Brought in 26 caterpillars to protect them from outside enemies, and promptly ran out of milkweed. Out of all that, only maybe 10 tops made it. And the instant she set out her stripped-bare plants again, there were already more monarchs coming in and laying seeds on the stems of plants that just barely were starting to leaf back out.

Nature's a balancing act. Monarchs have been dealing with pests like wasps through all this time. Every time I wonder where the caterpillars are, I sure can still find a few dozen eggs on my plants. Butterflies are still dropping by, still laying tons of eggs on my plants. And it's not like I go out there five times a day to count caterpillars--for all I know, there could still be dozens of those little guys growing up where I don't even see them.

I feel like I'm losing my point. Long story short, if wasps are eating some caterpillars in my backyard, I'm not gonna lose my mind. I want my garden to be part of a wider ecosystem, not a members-only club.