#heeeeeyyyyy... what up...

[petermustdie]

drops this and runs

[kasssscali]

You know that part of the movie where Monkey got "intoxicated" by the peaches? So, how about whem Reader was around?

Instead of taking a small bite he engulfed the entire thing

He’s having hard time keeping his balance and now everything is just a confusing blur

your reasonably annoyed, you told him not to take these peaches because they seemed suspicious and of course he didn’t listen

“heeeeeyyyyy i know you!”

you point to yourself confusingly

”yeah you!” He makes his way over to you tripping on his own tail and he falls on you

you catch him by the shoulders trying to keep him up making sure he’s okay

your still mad, and even though he’s not going to remember any of this in the morning you scold him with frustration

He shouldn’t have taken those peaches, he should of listened to you

he cuts you off placing a finger to your lips “Hush SssssSSHHH!”

”why you gotta be so mean?~”

you slap his hand away annoyed, your about to go off on him but then what he says makes you freeze

”your cute when your mad….ACTUALLY! Your always cute!”

You question if he means that, in which he replies “Of course I do! Your the most cutest…smartest…” He looked at the sky thinking of another compliment “…Peachiest! Adorable Human I know!”

your blushing, your not sure what to do

“But!” He licks his lips “you can be so… picky!”

You then drop him after that

[chronicallyblyrie]

guess who forgot new tmagp episode came out todayyyyyy its live blogging time

-alright I think I already saw a spoiler for this episode and i REALLY HOPE ITS TRUE

-yes lena she ran

-LENA WTF ARE YOU ON

-you literally do wish her gone shes blackmailing you girl

-gwen gets demoted arc

-yes aint good enough for lena anymore apparently

-HEEEEEYYYYY AGUSTUS

-okay can these fucking doctors stop running experiments on shit

-i hope you all know I had to look up what those words meant (they are all animals)

-okay so this just isnt text to speech guys i literally cannot say this enough these are either recordings or these computers are possessed ASF

-a sentient telegraph sounder is so real

-LONELY????

-welcome back lonely you were very missed

-oh yes sam alice was actually

-BRUH HE KNOWS YOU ALICE STOP TRYING TO HIDE IT

-the computers ARE out to get you

-AGAIN??

-shes here because she physically cant quit, its called the supernatural sam

-YOU COULD WHAT?

-noise is absolutely right

-WHAT DO YOU HAVE CELIA

-WOOOOOOAAAAHHHH

-THIS SOON?? REALLY??? WE GET IT JUST LIKE THAT???

[trashlama]

Heeeeeyyyyy.... guess who's ADHD can't let them write for shit?~ This bitch✨~

I suuuuuucck guys I know! I did a poll and everything just so I would have to write some of these! I just couldn't help but get side tracked.... My brain is in the LMK and Spiderverse fandoms!!! Though I will say I basically got this Rise Donnie x Big Mama Assistant req almost done. Almost I say. We'll see if I post it in the next two days and not something else random instead.... I suck lol

Anyways— here's my 3am thoughts from the other night that I'm finish up tonight ironically at 3am again. Soooo bare with me these are basically a bunch of summaries/plots/not fully flushed out possible one shot ideas I might do. Probably could've re-read it a couple more times buuuuttt it's about to be 4 now so....

I hope you guys enjoy!

Sorry this is long↓ I don't own these memes. I've never claimed to do so. I just come across them on Pinterest when I'm on break at work and think they're funny so I like to share them. If I mistakenly put one on here that I shouldn't have please let me know! I like to respect people's wishes. And if you could add the creator names too that would be great so the same mistake isn't made twice. Sorry for the inconvenience that my sharing may cause. I hope you have a good day.

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Sooooo I was going through the Across the Spiderverse tag(specifically Miguel O'Hara) because you know he's hot. Priorities— Anyways— I kinda had an idea. Brahhzz what if I just took the whole Miguel kidnapping his dead wife/lover's alternate dimensional copy deal that everyone has been throwing around and introduced a new take on this tale?

We all know that the Spiderverse is very open to a wide selection of possibilities and versions of Spiderman and we're all aware that the same thing applies to other characters as well. Soooo who said that Y/n has to be a civilian/or a version of Spiderman for this idea to work?

My fellow peeps I introduce to you Earth 2099 Miguel O'Hara x  Villain/Alchemax worker/Morally Grey scientist Reader!

I can kinda see this playing out in a few ways.

1.)Villain reader investigating the strange phenomenon that occurred a couple months before hacking the multi verse and stirring up trouble. Miguel intervenes and takes what he wants.

For the last year since the bizarre phenomenon in downtown Brooklyn you've been stirring up more trouble than you typical due to collecting the materials needed for your "experiments" to figure out what that phenomenon really was and what the hell was Alchemax —your ex-employers— were up to with your research. With some finessing of the illegal kind you figure out what the corporation was up to. Before being fired you had discovered the existence of the multiverse however before you could investigate any further you were let go. Now that you have your research back you're able to Doc Octo this shit and break into the multiverse. If you could pull this off nothing was stopping ya' from fulfilling yer goal and maybe scoring some fame while you were at it. After some convoluted ass science mumbojumbo. You manage to Doc Octo this shit and break into the dimensional web that held the spider verse. Inside the alternate universe you immediately start messing up shit straight off the back as soon as you fly through the colorful portal. Miguel is quick to pick up on this anomaly and sends some Spiders out to handle the issue. Long story short— they fail. Forcing Miguel's hand to go and correct the anomaly himself. Only to find that it was you. Her. His dead wife/or dead lover. The only problem is that you're obviously not a good guy. Miguel being Miguel will try to rationalize it to himself as he demolishes your equipment/suit that you're not his Y/n, you're a villain, he can't keep you without risking a whole universe just for his selfish desires. However as he stood over your defeated helpless form. He decided. If one anomaly can exist and not destroy existence why can't another? There were ways around this. There had to be. Holding you in his grasp again the hero wasn't sure if he could let you go once again....

2.) You're an inventor/scientist that works at Alchemax/or your another rogue scientist . Either way you're looking to get into the Spider verse. Since the phenomenon from a couple months ago you've been intrigued by the strange occurrence. The news labeled it a "strange weather occurrence" however you knew that wasn't the case. If you're working at Alchemax you've known about the phenomenon since the beginning. If you're an inventor/scientist (with some grey morals) you found out after some research and trespassing. Either way your tinkering pays off thanks to the help of some stolen tech from Alchemax and an interesting glitch from the hacked tech. You eventually have yourself a fully operational universe hopping watch. And where do you end up? Right in the middle of Earth 2099. Miguel is immediately alerted of your presence. An obvious stranger to this Jetson world you find yourself quickly apprehended by a small group of spiders/or Miguel. Either way the red & blue leotard nosferatu as soon as he catches sight of you the dude is all over you. Miguel may be a man who would like to believe he is in control of himself and his rash decisions buuuuttt that's gonna be a nah. Never had the Spiderman ever expected to speak to an alternate version of his dead wife. Especially in person. Every time he's stolen a glance it was from a distance or behind one of his various monitors. He couldn't risk ruining another verse. However somehow regardless of his attempts to keep his desires at bay you've still managed to break past that last thing that was keeping you from him. Now that you're here the thirty year old wasn't sure if he could let you leave him again...

3.) What if instead of breaking into the multi verse. Alchemax employee/Morally Grey scientist Reader! is lured into the multiverse? In your home verse the Miguel who you had married was dead. Struggling with piling debt and depression you choose to bury your problems under research into the weird phenomenon that occurred in downtown Brooklyn a few months before. During this time of trial and error you figure out how to access the multiverse thanks to some misplaced Alchemax files and risky choices. The documents aid in building the device that would aid in your plan to find your ex-husband's alternate universe copy. All the while you were walking right into Miguel's clutches. Cause like you Miguel was having an equally hard time getting over his family's death. Although they are gone the widowed father couldn't help but, search for his loved ones amongst the various worlds that rest at his finger tips. He needed them. He needed you....and you needed him. Although you guys weren't from the same earth you both can replace the pain that was birthed from this tragedy and regain something more. Just be a family.... Hopefully you want to play his game because Miguel couldn't watch from the sidelines any longer.

Alrighty guys that's all for now! Sorry if they're a little all over the place. Regardless I hope you guys liked them and I hope you guys have a good week!

[frostycatblr-fandom-files]

Heeeeeyyyyy

Can I drop a request? (You can say kriff off and I will still love you ❤️)

I'd like a little soft Hunter? Or any clone really if you wanna try someone new.

I had one of the worst days in a long time about two weeks ago. It was the first anniversary of my caretaker's death combined with the worst day at work I've ever experienced. I cried for the thirty minute drive home, and for another 30 curled up catatonic on the couch. I tried to quit my job, called my mom sobbing, it was a very bad time.

Cue some clone comfort? You absolutely do not need to use the details of my bad day, that's just what was going on and inspired my ask.

Anywho, here's two cats as payment:

🌙Hex🔮

Omg of course you can drop a request, Hex, always!! You're actually the first person to make a request too, and I was so surprised I kinda cried. 🥺

Penelope and Baklava are so cute all cuddled up like that too aaaa~

I hope you like what I came up with, sweetheart; and I'm sorry you're Going Through It™ as well, too. I'm currently there for different reasons and it suuuucks so this was extremely cathartic. Hope things will get better soon, love. 🩷

W&I: Minor proofreading and plot. 2nd person POV, undescribed fem!Reader. Emotional angst. Talks and thoughts centered on the loss of a person only described as a "loved one" without explicit mention of relation to you or their role in your life. Can be read as an established relationship fic. Hunter's just being real sweet on you to cheer you up. Little sprinkling of Mando'a. Minor language. No real age rating for this one.

Word-count: 2,383

That's it. 

You're done. 

You're so over this place. 

If one more patron tries to tell me to smile while using some variation of darling or sweetheart, I'll give him teeth alright: in the flesh of his arm, you think to yourself. 

It's not exactly an appropriate time to laugh, but if you don't snicker softly to yourself over the thought of such a forbidden fantasy, you're going to cry. You're going to cry before you squeeze through the doors that read EMPLOYEES ONLY and make your way to the machine to clock yourself out of your shift and get yourself home. Who gives a load of Kryatespit if it only earns the customer's ire to have you laughing at him?

Right now, if you had your way, if you gave into your impulse, you'd quit. You'd turn in your uniform, your name badge, and any little piece of company property you'd ever acquired so these soul-sucking middle managers and CEOs can't come around and accuse you of anything. 

You didn't want to be here today. You didn't want to get out of bed today. But you couldn't get the time off approved. Some banthashit about too few hands to run the place as it is.

Well maybe if you hired more kriffing people… 

"Your receipt is in the bag. Enjoy the rest of your day, sir." When you give the customer his purchase with these phrases you're required to say, it means he can leave now and take his smug attitude with him. Social obligations means he's going to tell you the same. An empty, hollowed out "Thanks, you too." that perfectly encapsulates how you feel inside. 

How the hell am I supposed to enjoy today of all days? One of the most important people to me in this galaxy isn't here anymore. 

I don't want to be here at this job anymore… I just want to quit.

You keep your head down when you clock-out, and grab your things. You don't return sentiments of farewell from any of your co-workers, and you don't respond to the request to trade shifts with someone for some BS reason. "Hey, c'moooon! Please?! I've got things I wanna do that day!" they whine after you, calling to your retreating back. 

Don't we all? I just wanted to stay home and maybe sob into a carton of ice cream while looking at my photos of my loved one. We don't always get what we want. 

What you want is to go home. Think of how you're going to call in, or write up your two weeks notice, or just cold-quit while you're sitting in your transport and-

You find an unexpected figure leaning against your transport when you step out into the employee lot, their back to you. What the hell? You begin rifling through your bag for something to arm yourself with, perhaps something like a bottle of cheap perfume you have in there somewhere that you can spray in their eyes, or maybe there's something you can throw in their direction, tell them to scram. Or maybe their after your credits, so you hope you can just tell them to take your credits and not cause you any trouble and-

Looking over his left shoulder, you find yourself staring at the ink of the skeletal tattoo and a side profile framed by waves of curled, brown hair you'd recognize anywhere. 

"H-Hunter?" 

Hunter turns to face you, his hands fiddling with the knot of his crimson bandana to work it loose. That's when you finally realized why you didn't recognize who was leaning against your vehicle in the growing, deepening purple shadows of the late afternoon. "I thought you'd be a little happier to see me than that," he says with a look that's somewhere between a typical smile and a concerned frown, "but I guess you didn't realize it was me. And I guess I shouldn't have been standing here with my back to you, either." Hunter slips the accessory around his head and reties it with a hasty knot. "Sorry about that, mesh'la." 

There's a million questions swimming over the top of your tongue, each one vying to be asked. "Wha-? How did-? Why are you-?"

Hunter does his best to answer the questions he believes you're trying to ask. "Crosshair gave me a lift here so I could drive you home once you got off work." he says, holding a hand out. He's offering to take your bag and the keys to your vehicle. "As for why, well: it's today. I saw it written on your calendar the last time I came to visit. It's been a year since you lost your loved one. I figured you might be just holding it together by the time your shift ended, and… I think I was right." His hand cups the soft curve of your cheek, the pad of his thumb collecting the first tears that have begun to escape the confines of your tear ducts. 

Hunter sweetly helps you into the passenger seat, and gets any and all safety belts secured before he himself climbs behind the controls and gets ready to take you home. 

"We'll pick up whatever you want to eat on the way home, if that's what you want, cyar'ika." he offers, gently resting the palm of his hand on your trembling shoulder for a brief moment. He's not certain if you want a lot of these gestures of reassuring, physical touch, but it's what he can offer right now so you know that he's there for you. 

Right here, right now, as you weep silently into the sleeves of your work uniform in the passenger seat, Hunter is here for you. And he's not going anywhere until he's either satisfied with his efforts to do his best to lift your spirits, or until you ask him to leave. 

Remnants of the comfort-food you'd requested are either tucked away with the rest of your leftovers, or swept up and deposited into the kitchen trash by Hunter when he makes the offer to do a bit of tidying up. Gentle murmurings that he doesn't want you to worry about it, he'll take care of everything. 

He'll take care of you. Hunter's not going to judge you for your tears. Or for telling him how you wished you could have reamed out this difficult customer. Or for how you shout in your episodic instances of anger, calling your manager a spineless and incompetent little twit who needed to get their act together and quit being so cheap and to hire more people so you're not running yourself so karking ragged. 

Nor does he admonish you for how silly it was that you're complaining about the rip in your clothing made by the thorns found in one of the bushes outside your house, or easily you fall apart into a mess of tears at the gentle hand on your shoulder when he joins you on the sofa once again. 

"Could this day get any worse?!" you sob, your face hot with anger and grief, and your voice thick and choked with the respective emotions.

Hunter is patient and endlessly perceptive; tucking your body just right against him, the way you need him right now. "C'mere, cyare… You've certainly had a pretty thorny day… And I don't blame you for simply just having enough of it all. I don't blame you at all." he promises, sweetly and softly peppering your face in tender kisses with the intention of comfort. 

"I've been having a lot of thorny days lately…" you admit with a stutter, burying your face into the material of his shirt. Hunter smells like sun-warmed cotton and the heavy tang of seawater. Of course now you can't tell if you smell hints of his homeworld on him, or if that's the dried tear stains from earlier. When the two of you simply sat in the parked vehicle once you'd gotten home, Hunter leaned over the center console so you could weep into his shoulder. You'd dialed up your job, ready to tell them that they needed to find someone else, but you couldn't go through with it. Not then, anyways. You haven't been able to make up your mind, either. 

Hunter rubs little circles with his thumb into your shoulder blade as he holds you close, saying that he's sorry to hear you've been struggling lately. That he's sorry you're having hard days. "I just want them to stop!" you sob softly, feeling his fingers gently caress the back of your head, and the deep rumble in his ribs as he asks you to take a deep breath, promising that he's here. That he'll help however he needs.

If you breathe him in deeply enough, you could probably find something from all of his brothers. Something sugary that he was offered a bite of to share with his brother as Wrecker indulged his sweet tooth. The rich blend of caf Tech was partial to lately, that could give him the jitters when Hunter drank it by mistake. The smooth notes of the polishing agent Crosshair spoiled his Firepuncher with because he swore nothing else would do. The faint whiff of synthetic lubricant that must mean Echo had performed upkeep on his prosthetics today or the day before. 

"There we go," Hunter says softly in praise, feeling the frenzied beating of your heart begin to slow and your tears eventually peter out, "it'll be okay, cyare." 

You sniffle, mumbling softly into Hunter's chest. "I'm just so scared that it won't. And I feel silly for feeling so scared..." His arms stitch just a little tighter around you in return when you pull yourself against him, feeling his breath against the top of your head. You just feel so small in your sadness today. But in his arms, the way you fit just right…

The way he's so steady, you feel so loved and protected when you're at your most vulnerable. 

Hunter hushes you, pulling the hair back from your face with a gentle touch once you sit up again. "Tech would probably tell you that that fear is a natural and normal part of life, and that there's no use to feel silly about it. And, even if the way he'd probably say it isn't so gentle, he'd be right. How you're feeling today - angry and upset about your job and wanting to quit, and how much you miss your loved one - is all very thorny and uncomfortable, and no one likes feeling like that. But it's normal. And it's nothing to be ashamed of. And I promise you, I'm here to help. However I'm needed. However long you need me to hold you and make you feel loved while you're feeling down." 

The gentle reminder is just what you need. You're not dealing with this alone. That if you're going to quit your job, Hunter would do whatever you asked of him to help you get ready to sever those ties if you felt it was time. That even though you're left with a hole in your heart with the passing of this loved one who was very important to you, Hunter doesn't expect his presence to merely fill it like it's nothing. 

That's the marvelous thing about the human heart. 

It can hold so much love for so many people if you let it. 

You're certain your eyes look so swollen and red. You're certain you'll find more tears to shed when the thorns of grief find their excuse to make you weep once more, but right now, Hunter's hands have carefully and kindly cleaned away the last of them. He's so gentle and sweet on you, right now. 

"Hey… what if," Hunter begins, offering in a soft, low voice between the kisses he stamps in the crown of your hair and trails down one side of your jaw to the other, "you changed out of your uniform, and we found something to watch together now that we've had something to eat? Something silly. Maybe something romantic. Or both. Whatever you want, cyare. I don't care what it is." he promises.

You fiddle with the frayed and torn edge of your clothing that had been caught on the thorny plant outside. "What if I just want more cuddles after I change?" Hunter laughs gently, nodding as he reluctantly releases you so you can slip into something comfortable and try to end this day on a happier note. 

(You're going to have to send Crosshair a message later to thank him for doing Hunter a favor by giving his brother a lift and dropping him off.)

"Whatever you want. Especially if that's more cuddles." Hunter says once more with a warm smile, hooking your pinky fingers together so he can hold some part of you just a moment longer. If you found comfort in his touch and wanted more of it, he was happy to provide. 

You're pulled back into Hunter's arms when you come back to the living room after you've thrown on a comfortable pair of clothes, finding yourself wrapped up tight. He's so strong, like all of his brothers, and every ounce of it is devoted to comfort and consoling you right now.

Hunter is so warm and comfortable, and you're so emotionally drained that it's hard to resist the act of nuzzling one cheek into his chest and closing your eyes to simply relish this quiet moment. You don't know what you want to do, but you just know that you need this. Hunter knows it too.

People need a good hug now and again. This galaxy could be so cruel and thorny to the people who mattered most to us, that sometimes what they needed most was an act of deliberate softness to remind them everything would be okay. That the bad times will pass. 

That while our hearts yearn and grieve for the ones we miss the most, the room we had for them in our hearts will always remain no matter how long they've been gone. 

And the people we love in the here and now will fit themselves next to that jagged space and trim back the thorns, if we only ask.

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HEEEEEYYYYY I ANSWERED THIS PERFECTLY TOO LATE BUT THANKS BABES 🤭

[kisha-myers]

Heeeeeyyyyy - so funny thing, my life has taken a weird turn as of late 😅 Nothijg bad, it has just made me exceptionally busy - but I haven't forgotten about this fic!! It felt a wee bit rushed, but I hope that you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it - there is more to come!! Im planning on getting another chapter out later this week (probably Friday if I'm feeling extra eager lol).

Fem!reader - Ghost x König x reader fanfiction titled 'My Anxious Mouse'

Disclaimer: I do NOT own call of duty nor its characters/operators - I only own the plot.

Chapter Nine: Rage

"Her skin smells of vintage books and pale moonlight, exotic things, forbidden loves and rainy nights." - Melody Lee

A week, that was how long it had been since the fire, and whilst you loved Johnny like family his presence was beginning to annoy you. He teased you incessantly, especially when you had no choice but to be around Ghost and König both of which you had learned they were in a serious relationship. Disappointment radiated off of you in waves, you had hoped you had a chance with either of them - but now knowing they were together you made your contact with them very scarce. You weren't a homewrecker like your mother - you refused to show them any interest - you didn't want to be the cause of their relationship being ruined, even more so considering they both worked together as well.

You let out a frustrated sigh, leaning your back against the side of the barracks, letting yourself focus on the roughness of it as you slid down to sit on the chilled ground. The base itself was bustling, word having got around that a general and an entire team of mercenaries were on their way. You'd opted to stay as far away from anyone as possible, counting down the minutes until Johnny got back so you could find a phone. You wanted to call the Fire Marshal yourself, hoping your apartment complex was cleared so you could return home. You had called your employer, the dean of the hospital you worked in, letting them know what happened. They only gave you two weeks off, stating they'd need you back as soon as possible.

You had thankfully been given a few changes of clothes, Captain Price personally going out with Johnny and buying them for you - it touched you, that a man so stern like Price would be so gentle with you like that. You would even go as far as saying he was bashful, handing you the three bags of clothes from target, rubbing the back of his neck whilst he focused on anything but your face. You'd taken them, offering him a smile smile a rather shy thank you, giving his arm an awkward pat and heading off to change. In total there were four outfits, two plain t-shirts, one blue and the other purple, one button up that was a deep burgundy with a black tank top to go underneath, and the last shirt was a long sleeved v-neck that was a shocking shade of pink. It was so bright that you had to squint at it, crinkling your nose at the offending color. You typically wore darker colors - they were better for blending in. You were even shocked to find that he had bought you a pair of black boots and socks.

The rest of the clothing items were two pairs of skinny jeans, one black and one a dark blue, two pairs of black fleece lined leggings and of course - you'd blame Johnny for this - two sets of what you could only declare as lingerie. Two lace ensembles were at the bottom of the bag, one red and one black, making your face light up like a Macy's parade float. It made sense now as to why Price was acting the way he was - Johnny probably had told him how much you 'adored' to wear such things under your clothes. Oh the excuses you could hear him spewing - you made a mental note to smack the utter shit out of him once you found him.

And you had. You opted to wear the black set under your clothes, having no other options available to you, and quickly dressed in the black skinny jeans with the burgundy button up and black tank top. Like clockwork, the moment you were done dressing Johnny entered your shared room. You wasted no time in grabbing one of your boots and yeeting it at him, smiling triumphantly when it made contact with his still sore face. He'd let out a mess of profanity, cursing you six ways to Sunday as he tried to reason why you had done what you did. You simply held up the red lace set with narrowed eyes, flicking the offending pieces back into the bag and shoving them into a spare backpack he had.

Now here you sat, watching everyone on base scramble to get things done in preparation for meeting the General and Mercenaries on their way. You never liked the feeling of the base, the tension that oozed out of every crevice was so thick you could cut it with a knife and choke on it. You were mentally kicking yourself for not snatching your cell phone up when you had the chance, it would have been useful - you had various reading apps and games on the device that could have helped you spend your time. Sure, Price had lent you a few books - you were grateful that he had been sweet enough to do so, but you weren't exactly one to enjoy reading about the history of gorilla warfare. It was graphic, exceptionally detailed in every horrendous way that you really didn't enjoy. You'd already had your childhood ripped from you by your overprotective father - you knew Price didn't know that, but all the same you'd make sure to return them when you had the chance.

You lifted your gaze towards the sky, watching as they darkened slightly with onyx colored clouds. It had been sunny earlier this morning, something you were thankful for as you strolled around base, soaking up as much of those springtime rays as you could. Now you were certain it would rain, either later this evening or in the wee hours of the morning. You huffed out a breath of frustration, you wanted to be home - back where you felt safe and secure - somewhere where you weren't walking on eggshells, somewhere where you actually belonged. You weren't made for this life, you weren't a soldier - yes you could hold your own if need be, you'd been trained to do so, but you weren't like Johnny or your brother Dante.

You were fragile of mind - not that that was a bad thing, no quite the opposite really. You were fragile the same way a rose was. Velveteen petals that would wilt, thorns that could pierce flesh and draw blood - you were spirited, feisty, but also fragile. Sometimes you likened yourself to the rose trapped under a glass dome from Beauty and the Beast, a flower filled with unimaginable importance and symbolism - your father watching each petal fall as he awaited for something, anything to change and help free him from his own demons. It was... difficult for you, difficult to watch each piece of him wither away like the leaves from the trees in the fall. It was even harder for you to see your own reflection deteriorating into a hollowed out shell.

You bore the weight of everything after Dante died - caring for your sisters, making memories with them whilst trying to keep your parents marriage together. You blamed yourself really, you felt that it was your fault that everything had gone to shit, like Dantes death was just the precipice of it all, the beginnings of the end really. Your therapist would tell you it wasn't your responsibility, that you were only a child that needed guidance from adults who were too focused on their own desires to see you breaking to pieces.

"You've been avoiding us." That deeply sensual burned whiskey tone filled your ears, the British lilt sending a rather unwelcome shiver of delight down your spine. Annoyance spread through you on a cellular level, your e/c orbs narrowing slightly as they slowly trailed up to meet Ghosts intimidating hazels.

"Why does that matter if I have or haven't?" You retorted, letting your annoyance lace your every word as you let your arms rest against your raised knees, your fingers interlacing as you quicker an eyebrow. You gulped as his eyes narrowed, his knees bending slowly as he lowered into a squat, his gloved hands hanging idly between his legs as he rested his forearms against his thick thighs.

"Because König thinks he's done something wrong - won't stop overthinking it, so you, lovely little dove, are going to come with me and tell us why you're avoiding us so he can get over it. I've got Price breathing down my neck about getting him to focus on our next deployment - only way he will focus is if you just suck it up and be a big girl and tell us what's wrong." He replied, his voice deepening ever so slightly. You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from making a snarky remark, your fingers tightening significantly to the point your knuckles turned white. You were getting sick of everyone making decisions for you, you weren't inept, you were a grown woman for fucks sake. You snorted at the notion of being incapable of making adult decisions, you wanted to lash out but knew it wasn't his fault - he was a soldier, they were more blunt and didn't have the patience to deal with civilians like yourself.

"Yeah sure, I'll clear the air with him as soon as I'm available to do so. Heard anything about our complex yet? It'd be nice to be able to go home." You asked him, curiosity getting the better of you when you noticed a commotion just behind him off towards the main section of the base. Muffled shouts could barely be heard over the rumble of engines and tires against the asphalt, your eyes narrowing slightly as you placed your hands onto the ground on either side of you, leaning against your right one to fully see around the Boulder of a man before you.

It was a strange sight to see a convoy of military vehicles mixed in with black escalades, civilian vehicles weren't commonly used by the military for operations - at least that is what both Dante and Johnny had told you many years prior. Thick dark tinted windows made peering into them as they drove by damn near impossible, only the slight silhouettes visible. You tilted your head to the side slightly, brows furrowed as a standard military jeep stopped just five feet from you and Ghost. Why it did you wouldn't know as Ghost had already grabbed onto your left forearm, yanking you up and onto your feet before ushering you back inside the barracks.

Any protest and or insults you were ready to spew at him for man-handling you died on your tongue the moment you saw Johnny's frazzled state. His typically perfectly styled Mohawk was shaggy, the gel he used to keep it up flaking away as if he had ran his hands through it periodically. His usually foolhardy and carefree smile was replaced with firmly pressed lips, his jaw clenched so tightly you could physically see the muscle straining. You frowned when you heard the huff of relief that fled from his nose as the two of you neared him, your mind beginning to conjure up every worse possible scenario as to why he'd be so disheveled.

"What the fuck is going on?" You demanded, yanking your arm from Ghost's hands before your own hands rested upon your hips, your muscles tensing in apprehension as you awaited an answer from the two. Johnny and Ghost shared a look, silently communicating between themselves as if you weren't standing right there next to them. You snapped your fingers to gather their attention, your frown turning into a scowl as you threw your hands up in exasperation, "Yeah so, when I ask a question, I fully expect an answer whether it's one I like or not. So what the actual fuck is going on that has the two of you so wired up?" You demanded, your hands returning to your hips.

Your anxiety began to increase, its scrofulous presence slithering its way through your veins into your heart, forcing the organ to palpitate so quickly it made your head spin. Your breathing began to increase as well, your chest rising and falling haphazardly as your hands started to sweat and tremble. Dread welled within your stomach, churning its contents and creating a thick coating of acidic bile in the back of your throat. Saliva pooled inside your mouth as your nausea grew - the longer they stayed quiet, the more likely you noted, that you would throw up. Whether or not it ended up on them you didn't care.

Ghost was the one to answer you after what felt like an eternity, his voice devoid of any emotion other than vexation, "Generals lap dogs taken a liking to you. Been trying to hunt you down all day. Price's kept him busy for the last hour or so, but since he's gotta play nice with the General, the lap dog is free to roam about. He ain't good news love, so we gotta get you out of here before he can get to ya." You simply stared at the behemoth of a man under his protective skull mask, his hazel eyes gazing at you with such conviction it made your head swim. What was so special about you that they'd want you so badly? You weren't the prettiest female on base, in fact there had been a plethora of women you'd seen that out shown you by a landslide.

You rubbed your eyes with the heel of your hands, crinkling your nose as you felt the stinging sensation that eluded to the un-shed tears brimming within your eyes. You just wanted one day to go by where nothing strenuous happened - just one day of normalcy. Your hands returned to your hips, eyes turned down to stare at the permanently stained floor - you could hear your Dad's voice again, spewing to you the bullshit he had always done.

'You're small, feeble, shy - you're the perfect target. You look pathetic and easy, to men like that it makes no difference who you are and who you know - they only want one thing, and they'll go to extreme lengths to get it.' You huffed out a breath of frustration, eyes narrowing into slits as you forced yourself to remain as calm as you could. The dam inside you was swelling, like the shore receding just before a tsunami.

"Why is she still here!? You were supposed to be off of base twenty minutes ago!" Intense Crystalline depths swirled with unbridled rage, simmering just below the surface just itching to be released. König closed the distance between you two, his thick arms wrapping around your tiny stature and hauling you up to be nestled against his chest. He didn't break his stride, his eyes on a constant swivel as he surged forwards, his fingers twitching against your thighs. A feeble squeak of surprise slipped from between your lips, your arms and legs squeezing around his waist and neck to keep you steady.

"She's too damn stubborn - she wouldn't move without knowing what was going on." Ghost muttered, his gloved hands being shoved into his jean pockets. He too, kept his eyes on a swivel, falling into step just next to König whilst Johnny brought up the rear.

"Then perhaps next time, you walk and talk at the same time Lieutenant." König snarled, the ferociously venomous retort making you jump. You'd never heard his voice become so thick with such a hostile emotion before, let alone had you ever heard his accent be so prominent. Your eyes watered on their own accord, the utterly vexatious frustration flowing through your veins like thick magma in the base of a volcano.

Perhaps you needed this, needed these military men to push your already fragile self over the edge into the blackened depths of blissful insanity. Instincts that had been engraved upon the very porcelain coated soul you possessed kicked in, your body moving from the memory your muscles had. Your right hand drew back just far enough to go unnoticed by König, ramming forwards hard enough that the resonating crack that echoed through the corridor made you shiver in disgust.

A snarl ripped from the very depths of Königs soul as he released his hold on you, his hands disappearing under his hood to cover what you assumed was a bloodied nose. Your body twisted like that of a cats, landing on your feet and bolting forwards with such speed even you were surprised.

"Y/n!" You heard the animalistic growl of König, the way his voice dropped a solid octave bounced off the walls like bullets off the pavement. It sent your heart into a tizzy, panic drowning out your moment of rage induced insanity. Keep running. You snapped at yourself, demanding your legs propel you further faster. Dantes dog tags bounced against your chest, the cooled metal giving you strength to keep going.

You were never one for tactical escapes - you were far too clumsy and loud for your own good. Left and right you weaved through the bodies that piled into the corridor to see the spectacle you'd made yourself out to be, their eyes becoming saucers as they watched their superiors charge after you of all people. Twists and turns left you discombobulated - you didn't know where you were inside the barracks, but you didn't truly care. You had one goal in mind; escape and get back home.

What would Dante do? You wondered as you slid between a soldiers legs, rolling back to your feet and bolting for an open window. Cause a distraction. Yes, yes he'd cause a distraction big enough to force them to have to help, giving you time to ultimately slip away unseen... hopefully.

The rage was back again, consuming you like the toxic noxious fumes from a volcanic eruption. Out the window you threw yourself, landing on your right shoulder as you rolled. Leaping to your feet you ran towards where they kept the damaged vehicles on base - the ones that were sent off for repairs. It wasn't guarded and hardly any personnel went there during their security checks - it was practically in the middle of base, hardly a spot for anything to go awry... little did they know that you, we're a bundle of chaos about to erupt into a mushroom clouded fireball.

Yes, a distraction was indeed in order, and you knew just the one to keep them on their toes. Little did you know, that off in the distance, that very lapdog was watching you with gleeful anticipation.

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[the-evil-lovable-simp]

The Wiley Wolf x smitten reader

(Readers gender also not specified)

You had seen that wolf around town and the woods before, but you never really knew how to approach him, so you had a plan, you put on your best outfit and headed out with a basket to buy some things on the way.

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You went down the path that leads to the woods, you noticed that the town bullies had followed you. They weren't even children they were full grown adults, don't they have anything better to do?

"Heeeyyyyy," Said Courtney while Lewis laughed.

"Heeeeeyyyyy, weirdo!" she yelled.

"Where're you going!?" Lewis continued. They started gaining pace.

"Are you still obsessed with that wolf?" You tried to ignore them.

"Yeah, what's your deal?" You blush thinking about the wolf, that's when the three of you hear the bushes rustle before the wolf jumps out scaring the two behind you. They screeched and ran away as you stayed put, amazed at what stood in front of you. The wolf growled and held his paws up showing off his claws, baring his teeth and all. Your eyes widened as you blushed realising that you were finally next to him and so close too.

"Are you blind?" He asked in a gruff voice.

You giggled looking away shyly.

"No," you said still giggling but looking at him now.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked

"Oh, do I!" You said grinning. The wolf looked puzzled.

"Aren't you scared?" He swished his tail waiting for an answer, seeing that made you blush more, not wanting to stutter you shook your head.

"Why not, I'm the wiley wolf?!" He asked still confused as ever.

"Why would I be?" You asked suddenly getting more confidence.

"Well, for one!" He declared dramatically "My big claws!" He wiggled his fingers in front of your face.

"You mean your shiny claws on your lovely huge paws, why would they be something to frighten me?" You said looking into his eyes after admiring his paws. He retracted his paws not expecting a compliment.

"What about what big teeth I have?" he asked looking at you to hear your reply.

"As sharp as ever, they look amazing," you said seemingly pleased with the sight of his teeth. You could have sworn you could see a bit of his fur start to puff up, but it could just be your imagination.

"What about my ears or my tail?" He asked not believing what was happening. You got really excited, you clasped your blushing cheeks.

"Adorable!" You squealed making sure not to drop your basket, startling the wolf. He blinked a few times trying to process what he's hearing.

"What if, I ate you!" He said trying to make himself bigger than he was.

"Oh! You want to eat? That's why I brought this!" You announce taking the cloth off the basket, it was full of different meats that you bought from the butcher shop.

"I got these for you," you said pulling out the ham on a bone. He ate it in one, so fast. You yelped but then giggled at how silly he is.

"Hey, what's so funny?!" He snarled, you looked at him blushing.

"You're so, cute and funny," You confessed shying away.

"Here take the rest," you said trying to get him to take the basket, not looking at him. As he grasped the basket his surprisingly soft fur brushed against your fingers, and you were as red as a tomato.

You were sad that he was leaving, but you weren't complaining about watching him go, as he swished his tail eating more ham and mumbling something along the lines of you being weird but happy about the food.

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[hecatombi]

@rage-reloaded // X

It wasn't every day that you came across someone as strange as Chai himself. He'd kind of resigned himself to never finding someone out there who would work like he does; moving to a beat only he can hear, the world streaming neverending music. And the wannabe rockstar didn't really mind knowing as much; even if, sometimes, it made him feel a bit lonely.

That is .. until today. It happened while plucking at his guitar in his hideout, spacing out to the sound of rhythmic water droplets, of metal pipes carrying liquids unknown, of Peppermint's computer fans whirring.... So many familiar noises, same old same old. So imagine his surprise when his core picked up a new beat, having sensed a new sound. What could that possibly be?? Snapping out of his spacey stupor, he looked for the new sound, for the source of that unfamiliar noise. And to his surprise, it was ..

.. .. ..

... a weird looking rat??

"Uhhh," he glanced around the room, metal arm gripping the couch and pulling his body this way and that when looking for anyone else in the hideout. He didn't see anyone else here, so they couldn't take care of this rat. With a mixed whine and groan, throwing back his head, he slunk off the couch and to the ground. He approached Mad Rat as slow as possible, even hunkering down to get to the rat's level, offering his metal hand out for him to climb onto if he wished.

"Heeeeeyyyyy... little buddy. I think you might be lost. Do you want out of here?"

Man. He REALLY hopes he doesn't need to grab this thang.

[lillyontheborder]

✿ 

// Tysm for the ask!

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  high school sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.   N/A

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

// I would love to dive deeper into their friendship as well as romance. Maybe even what they're like in games together. I personally believe Lilly and Narumi like- were both complaining so much about being single and lonely that they just looked at each other and were like- heeeeeyyyyy sooo whats up? They met each other at the beach and bonded really well even though they dress the complete opposite LOL. // I don't know if I'd ever want to do anything antagonistic, maybe tensions and angst if they ever got into a fight, but I would never want things to stay sour between them. // Also this is in general for everyone, I'm open to multiple ships with different characters, as I see them as separate interactions, and keep romantic interactions as their own thing, but friendships I can see as a group thing or a fully, open thing // anyways, thank you again for asking! I love this kind of stuff. I love developing relationships.

[apatchedupdoll]

Heeeeeyyyyy! So if you don't know, I write a lot. If I come up with a little blip then I write it down and try to incorporate it into the story. I have a long list of things that slowly get integrated all nicely color coded.

But some things just don't make it.

This was the original fight for Oh, Where Have You Been Brother? Chapter 6 when introducing Metal Head. Buuuut I didn't like it enough to put it in. So I made a bit of a different fight. There are a lot of similarities but still a lot of differences.

But anyways the reason I'm posting it is because I can't really find any reason to keep it, and I hate completely deleting thoughts so I thought Tumblr could eat it. It's beneath the cut.

So enjoy (:

Chapter 6 fight Goose vs. Metal Head Cut

The announcer was loud and boastful as their voice came through the speakers, “What a wonderful show! But oh! We have something special for you all tonight! Our champion seeker running straight for the top is ready to honk! Please welcome The Garganornis!” Out from one side of the arena came the warrior seeking chaos and becoming champion of the battle nexus. Decked out in golds and reds with a sword lifted into the air that made the crowd boom.

“Scoff.” Donnie couldn’t help but feel this attention undeserved. If they couldn’t get past his bot, then they deserved nothing. His technical skill versus the creatures that came to challenge him.

“And in the other corner! A beast back from the dead! You love it! You missed it! The wall that only the best of the best can cross! Metal Head!” Right on que the beast of metal pushed into the view of the crowd and greeted with an even louder boom. Donnie’s beak flicked up with pride. The crowd was right to enjoy his creation.

The metal monster let out a roar to coax the crowd to get louder. It was much like a turtle, it was a turtle. After meeting his brothers he took some liberties. Originally it was much more boxy, but now it had a shell adorned with spikes. It was also patterned much like a box turtle, purple of course although some places interrupted the patterns with the new panels. Its head shaped much like his red brother’s species and of course he was excited for the abilities shared by Mikey.

Another roar came from Metal Head before dropping onto all fours and charging for The Garganornis. The warrior dodged easily out of the way sliding to the side, but that was the first mistake. Metal head’s tail swung and nailed the warrior right in the side and threw them into the arena wall. The boys cheered with excitement as an indent was left. The long spiked tail flowed black and forth as the goose yokai was already struggling as they got up from the imprinted wall. Without that armor they would surely have done it. Metal Head turned to attack again, much more artful this time and the fight was truely beginning.

Garganornis wasn’t untalented, there was a reason they were challenging the metal beast. Their sword glowed with an intense energy before counter charging and diving beneath Metal Head’s fist. They rolled and used the momentum to slash at the monster’s leg. A loud screech as the sword struggled to get through the beast’s armor. At most it left a dent. The tail was incoming again and Gargonornis was aware enough to dodge this time. The sword started to glow again and much brighter as the warrior pointed it at the metal monster. Metal Head turned and charged once again, moving in much of a zig zag while the warrior stood there ground with their sword growing brighter. Donnie tensed. His technical skills were built to outlast any stamina, so this attack wasn’t unexpected. The Garganornis was known to have attacks that could kill their opponents in one shot and it seemed Garganornis knew they needed to end this battle quickly. Else they be defeated by exhaustion alone.

Metal Head went to swing its fist and right on que the blast from the mystic sword went off, going straight for the counter. The metal turtle’s fist pushed back and tilted until it landed on its back.

“What! No!” Mikey shouted before whining. Raph couldn’t help but snicker, no doubt reminiscing on how he defeated Metal Head in a similar fashion. Donnie could only smirk.

Metal Head struggled to right itself, the shell doing nothing to favor the situation. There would probably have to be some spikes fixed. Garganornis took a running start and jumped above the metal monster, readying their sword to strike the beast down right in the head. One rule his mother had him follow was killing shots on a normal creature is a must on Metal Head. Just to keep things fair, fine he was happy to work around that. As Garganornis made contact there would be a sickening clang. The sword hit metal, but the plastron had covered up the once exposed head. In fact all the limbs aside from the tail were now hidden. Thank you Mikey. The yokai seemed taken aback and stepped back while checking their surroundings before preparing an assault from the tail. Then the turtle began to spin. Donnie cringed when seeing spikes break off as it spun faster and began moving around the arena with speed the warrior struggled to deal with. They’d gotten thrown off the spinning top and while it was blind, there were many uncomfortable close calls that could have claimed the warrior’s life. Mikey and Raph let out cheers while Donnie basked in his deserved glory. What could possibly be better than this?

[vees-genshin-blog]

Day 29 (Nov 23, 2024)

First of all, heeeeeyyyyy!!! I'm finally back!! Finals was brutal and I'm so glad that fall quarter is finally over!! I will do my best to get back to more frequent Daily Genshin posts as I have a lot to catch up to, and who knows how many events and primos I missed 😭😭😭😭.

As you can see from the title, this was the last day I did before stopping, and because this was basically almost three weeks ago, I don't remember much 😅. So what do I remember doing?

Since it was a Saturday, I called my friend to do co-op!! Buuuuut, we ended up spending a lot of time doing hw 😂. Since I finished first, I did more oculi hunting, and managed to finish more of the middle-top region!! Now I just need the oculi around Qince Village and Wuwang hill, and I'm all done with Liyue oculi!!!!

Once they were done with their hw, they logged in and we did 2 bosses, narwhal weekly boss and the dragon in Chenyu Vale. Then I condensed resin for dailies, tea pot stuff and bam! Done for the day!

I'm hoping to get the next Progress Check out sometime tomorrow, and then Day 30 (because I was able to play last nigh!! So yeah, that's it for today and I hope everyone has a good day!

[polarbear-phil]

Are you going to do ANYTHING about your buddy r4cs0 over there? Don't you think this shit is getting a LITTLE out of hand?

As I'm SURE you already know, r4cs0 has been on a crusade for years now to wipe out all the wolves in Northern Idaho. He successfully lobbied the Idaho legislature to pass a law authorizing the killing of 90% of the wolves in the state. And you can fact check me on this if you don't believe it. The law passed in 2021 and was sponsored by rep Dorothy Moon. Yes, someone named moon is helping r4cs0 kill wolves. I couldn't make this up even if I wanted to.

So then r4cs0 gets the Idaho Wolf Depredation Control Board (IWDCB, and yes, please fact check me if you don't believe this is a real thing) to authorize shooting the wolves from his helicopter (yes, go ahead and fact check it, I'm telling the truth here). This plan thankfully failed because r4cs0 can't shoot for shit and wolves are a lot smarter than he gives them credit for.

So get this shit, his next plan is to capture the wolves one at a time and release them into gay bars. I'm not sure what kind of fool comes up with an idea like this, but I guess r4cs0 assumed that wolves in a gay bar would either result in dead wolves or dead homosexuals, both of which would have been fine with him due to his rampant homophobia. Imagine his fucking surprise when the wolves walked out unharmed and having learned several new insults to use on would-be homophobes!

But now he has advanced his plans to outright murder of innocent people who aren't even involved in this bullshit. He used his contacts with the remnants of the former Sonora Drug Cartel to arrange for the murder of Paul Peavey, a dog breeder in Denver, so that he could kidnap his 10 doberman puppies. r4cs0 plans to train these dogs into hunting animals so he can renew his crusade against the wolves.

Heeeeeyyyyy!!! Welcome back unhinged @r4cs0 Wall of text nonny!!! Where were you?

[hoshigray]

Hola Hoshí! 😸✌🏼

it's been a while sorryyyy but i finally finished exams phew. how did your exams go?~ also may i ask when will your requests open (no rush take your time please!!!) because i'd love to send you my suguru thoughts 👀 (If that's okay of course :3) But other than that, how was your day or night? hope allis well with you hoshi woshi!

— california anon 🌴

cali noonie, heeeeeyyyyy!!! omg what a nice surprise, I was JUST thinking about you last night, and here you are!!🙇🏾‍♀️🙇🏾‍♀️ ughhh yuck, not the exams, ew. I'm happy you could get them out the way, crossing fingers you did well, and if not, just be happy it's over with (phewww). Mine went....yeah 😀😀😀 imma be real with you, I never looked at my final grades bc I was hella procrastinating, but I'm sure I did well; do the things, score the points, ya know? My day has been pretty fun, actually. I got to hang with my cousin after a decade and babysat one of my other cousins (he's so cute, ughhhh!!). Oh oh!! And I got my matcha latte from Wawa so I'm a happy camper as I'm writing, hehe~☆ hope you day/night is going well, tell me all about it!!

And as for my requests/ thirst status, hmmm. Honestly, I thiiiiiiiink I'll open them back up at the beginning of June!! But before that, I really – and when i say really, I mean really – have to change up my rulebook and make a rule catered to how ppl ask reqs. Nothing to shade!! Just y'all kinda intimidated me the last time around 💦 but I can't wait to see what your Suguru thoughts shall by the end of the month, cali love :))) I'm excited!!

[fattestwriting]

Harley was worried if her Apartment Room-sized asscheeks going filling up entire Apartment Room but what will Ivy going to say

(This is effectively a part 4 to my ongoing Harley series.)

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Harley walked home through a water logged Gotham, taking in the sight of her own handiwork (literally). It wasn't until she reached her shared penthouse suite that she realized.

"Oh fuck, how am I gonna fit this thing in the house?"

At this point, Harley's cheeks were bigger than the entire building, let alone any individual room on their floor. Not only that, but how would Ivy react? Wasn't she still working on her special project? Should she even intrude on her work?

"Hey, Harles."

The voice of her girlfriend finally snapped Harley out of her anxious spiralling. She looked up to see her, and blushed, realizing how this must have looked from her end.

"Heeeeeyyyyy, Ive. What's uppppp?"

"Well, for starters you weight."

Ivy began to lower herself to the road to be at Harley's eye level, instead of slightly-below-the-top-of-her-ass-cheeks level.

"You were clearly busy."

"Oh, you have no idea."

Ivy motioned to the general state of the city, as well as pulled out her phone and showed Harley news coverage of her little accident.

"No, no I think I have a pretty good idea."

"Ive, I'm so sorry. I know you needed your space tonight, and I ruined that. I was noisy indoors, and even from miles away I still find a way to disrupt your work."

Ivy places her hand on Harley's shoulder and gets closer to her, allowing Ivy's throbbing erection to come into contact with Harley's legs.

"Harles, I'm not mad at you. I'm me, I finished my bio weapon in like 3 hours. And how could I be angry at you when you look like... This? When you can do all of this!"

"But, but babe, look at me! I can't even fit in our house! What are we gonna do!"

"Harley, I love you. I love you so much, and you know I never say this, but please stop worrying about it. Right now? Your only worry should be this cock going straight into your ass. "

With that incredible persuasion, Harley relented, and let her girlfriend rail her in the ass, all the while releasing dense, rank farts between thrusts. After hours of fucking in the street, Ivy came, pumping thousands of gallons of cum into her girlfriend, ballooning her belly to be the size of her ass, with a skinny clown girl shoved in the middle.

It wasn't until after they came down from their shared climax that Harley realized something.

"Um, hey Ive? I think I both fixed our house issues and made them a lot worse,,,"

"What do y- your stomach crushed the house didn't it?"

"My stomach crushed the house, yea. More like the whole block, but our house is, yea it's the most important."

"Fuuuuuuuck. I'll call Selina."

[phantasmagoric-acquaintance]

heeeeeyyyyy bestie how about “You see, this is the part where you tell me you’re proud of me" and lucretia :0 pls and thank <3

((it has been. so long and I do not feel very well that I am not up to the task of finding the post this prompt came from im sorry))

It had been a month since the start of the cycle.

One month into a cycle, Lucretia was normally still knee-deep in her journals, taking down every bit of relevant information she could scrounge up. Normally, she’d spend the first two months in the biggest library she could find, taking down every fact she deemed relevant to understanding the new plane— the cultures, the global history, the biology, geology, physics… On planes devoid of intelligent life, she’d spend time examining the land, gleaning what she could from it.

So far this cycle, she’s mainly been sitting on the couch in the commons room of the ship, hugging her knees to her chest.

For that first month, the others gave her space, mostly just checking in to make sure she’s had enough to eat. Merle had, on occasion, put on some old music and tried to convince her to dance, but he was always quickly steered away by an apologetic Davenport.

But a month was evidently all the eggshell-walking Taako could take.

On a sunny afternoon, Taako plops down next to Lucretia on the couch with as much wordless drama as he could muster. He sticks out his index finger and spins it in a small circle: turn around.

Lucretia obliges, and as soon as she has her back to him, she feels him pulling the ties out of her hair, destroying the buns she’d put it in earlier.

It was some sort of ritual the twins had shared since long before they’d departed their home plane— when one twin was upset, the other would braid their hair. They had welcomed Lucretia into this ritual of theirs some 60 cycles ago, when she’d first realized her home, her family, were likely gone, that she’d never see them again. The braiding, it was a show of care, like the grooming behaviors of wild animals. It had a calming effect, one that would usually get the distressed party to open up.

There was nothing new to be said now, though, and so Lucretia simply closes her eyes and tries to let herself be comforted by the motion of Taako’s hands in her hair.

After some time, Taako clears his throat. “Okay, you know I’m not great at vulnerability or whatever, so you’re gonna wanna catch this one, dearest,” he tells Lucretia, an audible gentleness softening the edges of his words. “We’d all be totally boned if you weren’t one resilient fucker. And we appreciate you. And…” Lucretia feels a few definitive tugs before Taako tosses a completed braid over her shoulder, where she can see it. “…we’re all proud of you. For toughin’ it out. Our Lucy, saving the universe.”

“I…” Lucretia takes the braid, twirling the end of it nervously between her fingers. At long last, the tears she’d been struggling to cry finally came. “…thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.” Taako squeezes her shoulder. “Let it all out now, and then we’re gonna start getting off this couch and having better days. Think you can do that?”

“Yeah.” She gives him a small smile. “I think I can.”

Beep! The lights on Lucretia’s helmet flash as the tip of her épée hits Taako’s torso.

“Aw, hell!” he protests.

“That makes ten hits for me, and only one for you.” Lucretia says this matter-of-factly, stern and without the smallest hint of gloating. “You’re going to have to—”

“Yeah, whatever.” Taako yanks his helmet off, knocking some flyaway strands of bleach-blonde hair out of his bun in the process. “I don’t really wanna do this anymore today, boss.”

Lucretia sighs, long and low. She doesn’t have time for one of Taako’s fits. They’ve only months until the Hunger arrives now, and the Bureau of Balance has yet to retrieve the Animus Bell because, frankly, Lucretia’s terrified to send her Reclaimers— her friends, mind you, her family— into a hellish trap she’d only barely escaped herself.

She worries about Taako most of all. She remembers from her own trip to Wonderland that healing is impossible, and physically, Taako is far weaker than the others. He’s also severely lacking in melee combat training. What if he runs out of spell slots in Wonderland? What if they take spell slots from him?

“Taako, I understand you’re frustrated, but your melee skills need significant work. How can you expect to survive the pursuit of the remaining relics if—”

“I dunno, Madam, the same way I survived the last five times I put my life in danger for you?” Taako huffs. “Look, I get I’m not the best at swinging swords or throwing punches, and maybe I should work on on that, sure, but its like, I’ve made it this far. Don’t I get any acknowledgement for that? Aren’t you going to say you’re, I dunno, proud of me? Or something?” This comes out fast— he’s speaking his mind now.

The first thing Lucretia thinks is that, even after all this time, it feels weird to hear Taako seeking some sort of emotional comfort from her. Heading the Bureau of Balance certainly did not always come natural to Lucretia, who had never seen herself as much of a leader, but she thought she did pretty well most days.

She never really got used to being in charge of Taako, Magnus, and Merle, though.

Still, she knows Taako better than he could even comprehend, knows how he hides a deep need for validation, knows what he’s missing and how much more he must ache because of it.

“Oh, Taako,” she begins, removing her own helmet, “of course I’m proud of you. I’m proud of you every day, even when I don’t say it.” She steps closer to him, represses the urge to hug him. “I’m sorry I’ve been pushing you too hard lately, and that I haven’t been giving the most constructive feedback. I just… don’t want to lose you. Really.” She looks at him, as though maybe if he looks back he’ll know how earnest she is.

Taako stares at her, wide-eyed, and she knows he isn’t sure how he should react. That’s fine. She takes his épée from him. “We’ll pick this back up tomorrow. Go on, and we’ll try to have better days from now on, alright?”

“Yeah.” He gives her a small smile. “Sure, okay. I can do that.”