#hopefully I don’t get like killed for this

[ablobwhowrites]

I have been hooked on your poppy playtime new home sweet home posts and I love them, they are great!! and I was thinking, maybe one where y/n repairs some toys in very bad condition? Like when you mentioned Miss Delight's face! Only if you want and can of course. <3

(also sorry if this is not very well written, English is not my first language and I am using Google translator)

(glad you liked them and plus it helps me kinda try and write my next fic and hopefully I'm cooking with it)

Y/n has repaired the toys and even had to learn how to stitch because most are fabric but bougie bot, miss delight, doey and mommy long legs are kinda hard to repair, so y/n has to look up how to repair the certain material needed for each toy. Miss delight is a bit more patient with being repaired as this goes for mommy and doey but boogie bot, bunzo, huggy, yarnaby are kinda impatient as they move around a lot and don’t really like sitting on one play and bubba is a kinda like smartass when y/n tries to do stitching to repair his arm and he’s like “you shouldn’t use that stitch, use this one instead” and y/n is like half way done with it when he says that but y/n just finishes it and moves on.

Plus I do imagine y/n going to their grandma to ask if she could make some blankets for the toys as they don't have a lot of spare blankets. Especially when crafty corn, hoppy hopscotch took most of the blankets to make their fort. Y/n's grandma agrees and makes huge blankets like ones that doey could basically be laying down and there would still be a lot of blanket left over kinda huge and of course the smiling critters get one and hoppy uses it for the pillow fort and yarnaby as well.

Y/n's bed does not belong to y/n anymore cause everytime they get home, yarnaby is sleeping on it and take up all the bed and even when there's some there's very little because like yarnaby is fucking huge. But the blanket is bigger than him somehow.

And sometimes the toys have nightmares about killing y/n. Like in when they were in playtime co and how violent they were to y/n and basically almost killing them in brutal ways. Like the dream goes as this, they chase y/n and when getting their hands on y/n killing but the bloodlust settles as they look at the corpse of y/n and realizing what they did try to fix it. Or think it's a prank but it continues until the you jolts awake seeing the room they are in and see y/n alive. All it was a nightmare, they are safe here. Except for Sawyer, he has dreams of being a regular human so yeah. But poor doey was scared that the nightmare was real and poor guy needed a hug after cause he feels guilty even though it was just a dream.

(Anyways that's it for me yapping. If you guys like this and want more please don't feel shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's, but for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[checkeredflagggs]

Febuwhump Day 8: Bleeding Out

pairings: gen

summary: a story about y/n, Redbull’s new second driver, told in non-sequential order

a/n: I love febuwhump and have participated before for other fandoms but this is a first for me — attempting to compete it via smau only. Hopefully I can write a complete story eventually and I will be posting it on its own masterlist in the correct order to read but it’ll be written based on the febuwhump prompt list! @febuwhump

a/n2: based on the 2024 year; sorry checo but you got replaced earlier!

a/n3: sorry Pierre but I’m not gonna give you the perfect no damages season that you had

y/n_rb

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y/n_rb: what a year it’s been…from car crashes to new girlfriends to lessons in menacing, 2024 you have been a dream!

I want to thank Redbull for taking a chance on me — hopefully I was worth it! Max, you have been absolutely the best teammate I could have asked for! Oscar and Logan, I am so glad we got to fulfill our dream of racing together this year! And Mr. Fenando sir it’s been a pleasure! I’ll make sure to make use of all of your advice!

One last race left! Abu Dhabi here we come!

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user1: anyone else catching those threatening tones in that last sentence??

↳y/n_rb: what tones???

↳user2: the very sweet tones you always talk in!

↳y/n_rb: that’s better!

↳user1: girl you’re kinda scary…

↳y/n_rb: 😁😁😁

oscarpiastri: you’re being suspiciously nice…what did you do!

↳logansargeant: why is my mom calling me!?! What did you do!!

↳y/n_rb: 😁😁

↳oscarpiastri: did you seriously call our mothers to plan a group vacation?

↳logansargeant: I want to use winter break as a time to get away from you! Stop invading my family time!

↳nicolepiastri: boys please be nicer to y/n! She was so kind to invite us on a European trip this winter!

↳oscarpiastri: stop trying to steal my mom!!

↳y/n_rb: who’s trying? I already won liked by nicolepiastri, hattiepiastri

↳oscarpiastri: I’m throwing things at you 🍎🛞🪨

user3: girl don’t remind us you haven’t been resigned yet 😭😭

user4: sooo did you like take actual notes from Alonso’s lessons or…

↳y/n_rb: if I told you, I’d have to kill you

↳redbullracing: y/n you can’t say that. please refer to the handbook, page 229

↳fernandoalo_oficial: Puede que ella no pueda pero yo lo haré. She might be able to but I will.

↳user5: i can’t believe we all forgot about her grid father 🙈 liked by y/n_rb

maxverstappen1: It certainly was…an experience…having you as a teammate

↳y/n_rb: don’t lie! I know I’m your favorite

↳danielricciardo: those are fighting words!

↳y/n_rb: bring it old man Aussie!! I bite

↳danielricciardo: stop calling me old! And threatening to bite me

↳oscarpiastri: it’s not a threat — she does

↳user6: if Daniel is old man Aussie — what are Oscar and Mark?

↳y/n_rb: baby Aussie and ancient Aussie

↳user6: 😂😂😂

↳aussiegrit: kid…

↳oscarpiastri: do you see what I have to put up with? redbullracing please don’t resign her

↳y/n_rb: well that’s fucking rude!

↳redbullracing: 🫢🫢🫢

↳y/n_rb: wait what does that mean?!?

francisca.cgomes: Mon amour! My love!

↳y/n_rb: run away with me

↳pierregasly: I’m gonna run you over

↳y/n_rb: try it!

alexandrasaintmleux: Ce fut un plaisir de faire votre connaissance cette année! It was a pleasure to get to know you this year!

↳y/n_rb: my offer still stands! I can treat you so much better

↳charles_leclerc: S'en aller! Go away!

↳alexandrasaintmleux:😘😘

↳charles_leclerc: Alex…

↳y/n_rb: haha

user7: I’ll certainly miss you terrorizing everyone…

↳y/n_rb: even if I’m not a driver, I’ll still be doing that!

↳charles_leclerc: fuck

↳pierregasly: non

↳oscarpiastri: please no

↳y/n_rb: 😁😁

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f1: and that’s major contact between redbullracing’s y/n_rb and alpinef1team’s pierregasly. This is not the first time this season these 2 have crashed together. The race is currently under red flag as the marshals work to clear the track of debris.

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user8: of course it was those 2…

user9: they couldn’t resist one last crash to finish off the season could they…

user10: it’s taking a while for the marshals to remove them from the car isn’t it?

↳user11: yeah…it doesn’t usually take this long unless something has happened…

↳user12: god I hope they’re both alright…

user13: did they have to bring in extra medical cars???

↳user14: they did — it’s not looking good…

↳user13: fuck

f1gossippage

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f1gossippage: during the beginning laps of Abu Dhabi - y/n l/n and Pierre Gasly made contact that resulted in a red flag. After a lengthy delay, extra medical cars were called to the site of the crash where both l/n and Gasly were cut from their cars. They were both rushed from the scene — it looked like they were bleeding out pretty badly…

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user15: I was right above them — it did NOT look good but they were both seemingly conscious

↳user16: Jesus…at least they were conscious?

↳user17: that is a good sign (I think)

user18: has anyone official said anything?

↳user20: not that I could tell but the race has been started again…

user21: I can’t even imagine going out again to race after seeing that crash

↳user22: those drivers are stronger than me for real

user23: listening to their radios right now — everyone keeps asking for updates on them!

↳user24: are they getting updates?

↳user23: everyone is being told that there are no updates yet

↳user24: ugh…

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[dreaminofdixon]

Just one of my fave little snips from my current work! I have NEEDS, Daryl! 😂😂

“Let’s not tell them about the Spaghettios, okay?”

He lifted an eyebrow at me, skeptical of my request.

“Come on. I’ll keep your secrets,” I told him.

“Got none.”

“Oh really?” I crossed my arms over my chest and it was my turn to give him a skeptical look. “Because I’m pretty sure you have a secret crush on me.”

“Ain’t a secret.”

I opened my mouth to offer a retort and stopped.

“Wait. You have a crush on me?”

He shrugged his shoulders and led me out of the house. I watched him climb on the bike and he looked up at me expectantly.

“You can’t make a statement like that and then not clarify,” I complained. “That’s not fair!”

“It ain’t August, last I checked.” He started the bike’s engine. “Get on.”

“You can go without me,” I said, clearly just being dramatic. “I’ll just stay here. Hopefully I don’t get eaten or killed or…”

He rolled his eyes.

“If you see me as a walker, be gentle. Kill me softly.” I let out a deep sigh. “I just hope you remember me. All the good times we’ve…”

“Would ya jus’ get on the damn bike?”

“Can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a woman with needs, Daryl.”

“Yeah, ya need t’ get on the bike.”

“Ugh.” Okay, I couldn’t argue that. I took his hand in mine and climbed on the bike behind him. “Jerk.”

“Hold on, Princess.”

[holylulusworld]

Cabin at the lake (9)

Summary: You have a much-needed vacation. There’s only one problem…

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Assistant!Reader

Warnings: SB being an ass, tension, arguments, vacation hijacking, misogynism, slow burn, cocky SB, language, fluff?

A/N: Another short drabble with these two.

Cabin at the lake (8)

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“Why don’t you let me down?” You mutter. Soldier Boy refused to let you walk inside the cabin. He carries you over the threshold, still not letting you down.

“You’ll only get hurt again. I must keep a close eye on my clumsy girl. If you get hurt again, you will blame me.” He smirks as you lean your head against his shoulder. Once again, you’re too tired and wound tight to do more than give in.

“Can you just let me have a rest and get me food?” You huff, not in the mood to argue. “You promised to cook for me. Hopefully, you want to keep that promise.”

“You won’t lift a finger tonight, sweetness. My lady doesn’t have to work or do more than take dick,” he snickers because you growl his name, along with profanities. “We will get you there, baby. I’ll make you my pretty housewife, and the moment you have little Soldier Boy in your belly, you’ll purr like a cat for me.”

“Why does everything you say have something to do with your dick?” You’re angry at Soldier Boy. He just can’t have a normal conversation. Or so it seems. “I told you that I’m hungry, and not for dick!”

“Soon, baby,” he says while carefully placing you on the couch. Soldier Boy covers you with a warm blanket and checks on your hand. “I know the meds are kicking in. The doctor said it can happen that you will feel dizzy and maybe a little disoriented. The stuff Vought gave you was no good.”

“Vought isn’t interested in helping anyone but themselves. All they have in mind is money. They use everyone, and if you are no longer useful, they’ll get rid of you. Supe or not.”

“I already got that, baby cakes,” he purrs, lips pressing against your cheek. “I use them too to make a shit ton of money before I say goodbye to living the life I always wanted to live. They believe I’m their loyal lapdog.”

Soldier Boy laughs. He walks off and toward the small kitchenette.

“You can’t fuck void over. They will know. They always know,” you harrumph. “If you try to work against them, everyone you like will stand in the line of fire.”

“I only like you, and you’re not going to leave my side. I’ll protect you,” he casually says. He doesn’t take Vought seriously, but you do. They will not let Soldier Boy, their poster boy, go.

“Soldier Boy, they will never let you out of your contract. You know that.” You try to reason with your boss. “If you try, they’ll kill you.”

“Ben,” he says while rummaging in the kitchenette.

“What?” You crane your neck to watch him get a pan out of one of the cupboards.

“My name is Ben,” Soldier Boy says. “You can call me by my name. Soldier Boy is just the suit and shield. When we are alone, you can call me Ben or baby. Whatever you like better.”

You throw a pillow at him but smile. Soldier Boy never told you his real name or did anything nice for you. Now he cooks dinner and tells you his name.

“Fine.” You snuggle into the blanket and close your eyes. “I like Ben better. If only he’d stop talking about his dick.”

“One step after another, sweetness,” he calls from the kitchenette. “You cannot expect me to tame the beast in my pants. He only wants you.”

“Christ, if you are that obsessed with my cunt, you should feed it when my hand is better,” you grumble and turn around on the couch to get some sleep. Dinner will take some time, and you’re tired.

“You want me to take care of your pussy?” He suddenly stands in front of the couch to look down at you. “Y/N, don’t play with me. If you want me to destroy it, tell me now.”

You smile to yourself but remain silent.

“I’ll take this as a yes,” Ben nods to himself. “Alright. I’ll get dinner ready for you. The moment your hand is healed, your kitty will end up well-fed…”

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[rickydoodahgrimez]

How about a smutty one shot where Rick is really mad, but also really needy and after a heated foreplay he gets all sensual and soft...

thank you for the request <3

𝞋𝞎 ─────── 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞

pairing: rick grimes x reader

summary: you did something very reckless on the run and rick didn't seem to like that very much, causing an argument to appear between the two of you but when you call him out, something happens between you two? . . .

warnings: yelling, pet names, teasing, dirty talk, rough sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (reader receiving), multiple orgasms, cum inside, fluff at the end, hope you enjoy :))

word count: 2.5 k

a/n: first time writing smut. idk how i feel about this but hopefully you guys enjoy it :)

𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 was fucking fuming.

His shoulders were tense, his hands flexing at his sides like he didn’t know whether to grab you or keep himself restrained.

The dim glow of the lantern in the corner cast sharp shadows across his face, highlighting the furrow in his brow, the tight set of his jaw.

“You don’t listen,” He bit out, voice low and strained. “You never damn’ listen.”

You leaned against the table, arms crossed, watching him unravel. He was pissed, but underneath that rage was something else—something desperate.

The way his eyes lingered on you, the way his hands flexed like he wanted to grab you but held himself back.

“You’re reckless.” Rick stated, voice thick with irritation, as he stared at you. “Could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

“I handled it.”

Rick’s eyes flashed. “That ain’t the point.”

“You’re pissed.” You murmured, licking your lips to keep yourself from smirking. “But that’s not why you’re really standing there like that. Am I right, darlin’?”

His breath hitched, nostrils flaring.

“You wanna say somethin’ smart?” His voice dropped lower, rougher, that Georgia drawl slipping through. “Or you just gonna stand there makin’ me crazier than I already am?”

It's silent for a few moments, as you both stare at each other, something familiar in both of your eyes. “You done?” You asked, tilting your head, and smirking.

Rick moved faster than you expected. One second, he was keeping his distance, the next, you were pressed against the table, his body flush against yours, a rough hand gripping your jaw.

His lips hovered just over yours, his breath hot, uneven, before his mouth crashed against yours.

The kiss was punishing, all heat and teeth and frustration. He kissed like he wanted to devour you, like he needed to taste every inch of your mouth to prove a point.

His hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer, pressing you so tight against him you could feel the way he was shaking with restraint.

You gasped when he bit your bottom lip, and he took advantage, slipping his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss until you felt dizzy.

Your fingers tangled in his curls, tugging hard enough to make him groan against your lips.

“Rick—”

“Shut up.” He rasped, dragging his lips down your jaw, his beard scraping against your skin.

His hands roamed lower, fingers digging into your thighs as he lifted you onto the table, stepping between your legs.

Rick’s hands managed to make his way from your thighs to your hips as he removed his bruising lips from yours, only for him to start to suck downwards.

Rick’s grip tightened on your hips, fingers pressing hard enough to leave bruises, but you didn’t care. The sting of his touch only fuelled the heat building between you.

His teeth scraped along your jaw, and when he reached the sensitive spot just below your ear, he bit down, making you let out a light moan.

“Still got somethin’ smart to say?” He muttered, hot breath fanning against your neck.

“Rick—”

His name was barely muttered before his mouth was on yours again, demanding and unyielding. The kiss was bruising, frustrating as his tongue delved past your lips.

He broke away, eyes dark and wild, hands gripping your thighs to pull you closer, his eyes burning into yours.

“Keep testin’ me,” He growled. “See what happens.”

Your pulse thrummed in your ears, each word sending a shiver straight down your spine.

You knew you should be annoyed, that you should push back, but the way he looked at you—like he was going to unravel you—made you want to push him further, make him unravel completely.

You bucked your hips against him, a wicked grin curling your lips. “Maybe I like testing you.”

His eyes flashed, and suddenly his hand was at your throat—not squeezing, just holding. His lips hovered over yours, so close that you could almost feel the heat radiating off him, but he didn't close the gap.

Instead, he let his fingers slide up, thumb pressing against your jaw, tilting your head back to expose your throat.

But then, Rick’s lips crashed into yours again, teeth clashing, tongues battling for dominance. His hands roamed over your body, possessive and relentless, leaving no inch untouched.

The air between you was thick, heavy with want and frustration, and the way his hips ground against yours had your breath hitching, nails scraping down his back.

Rick’s hands roamed over your waist, fingers curling at the hem of your shirt, teasing the bare skin beneath.

His touch was rough, possessive, sending shivers down your spine as he deepened the kiss—hot, demanding, like he wanted to consume you whole.

Then, suddenly, he pulled back, breath ragged, eyes dark and hungry as he gripped the fabric of your shirt and yanked it over your head in one swift motion.

He barely spared it a glance before tossing it somewhere behind him, too focused on you—on the way your chest rose and fell, on the heat in your gaze that dared him to keep going.

You didn't give him a chance to pull away further. Instead, you grabbed him by the back of his shirt, fisting the fabric as you yanked him back against you, crashing your lips to his again.

He groaned into your mouth, his hands already gripping your waist, fingers digging in like he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between you.

Rick’s fingers trailed up your spine, rough and deliberate, sending a shiver through you as he reached the clasp of your bra.

His lips never left yours, kissing you fast and rough, but also like he was savouring every second. Then, with a practiced flick, the clasp came undone.

Rick didn't hesitate—he grabbed the straps and pulled the fabric from your arms, tossing it somewhere behind him without a care.

His hands were on you immediately, palms rough against your bare skin, thumbs tracing circles that made heat coil in your stomach.

Rick's lips broke away from yours, but before you could protest, they were on your neck, dragging along your pulse, teeth scraping against the sensitive skin.

He kissed and bit his way down, his breath hot, his movements slow but full of intent.

Then his mouth found you.

A sharp gasp left your lips as his lips enveloped your nipple, his tongue and teeth working in tandem, sending shocks of pleasure straight through you.

Your fingers shot into his hair, gripping the curls tightly, and he groaned at the sensation, the sound vibrating against your skin.

His mouth stayed latched onto you, tongue flicking, lips sucking just hard enough to make you arch into him. The sensation sent waves of heat through your body, every nerve ending lighting up under his touch.

He groaned against your skin, the deep vibration making you tighten your grip on his hair, tugging harder.

His other hand moved deliberately, rough fingers trailing over your stomach before sliding up to your neglected side.

His palm cupped you, warm and firm, thumb brushing over sensitive skin before he started to knead, fingers digging in just enough to make you whimper.

Rick hummed against you, clearly pleased by your reaction. His teeth scraped lightly before he sucked harder, his hand working in sync with his mouth.

The contrast between his tongue and the strong press of his fingers had your breath coming out in short, uneven gasps as your body tightened with anticipation.

He removed his lips from your nipple and started to kiss downwards. You ran your fingers through Rick’s hair until he reached your stomach. 

When he reached the waistband of your trousers, he paused, lifting his gaze to meet yours.

Despite the fire burning between you, his eyes held a silent question—seeking your permission, making sure this was what you wanted just as much as he did.

The intensity in his stare sent a shiver through you, and without hesitation, you gave a small nod.

That was all he needed.

His fingers hooked into the fabric, and in one swift motion, he yanked your trousers down, his movements quick, almost impatient.

He barely spared them a glance as he tossed them aside, his focus entirely on you, on the way you looked at him.

He started to kneel down onto his knees, eyes staring into yours. Once he was on his knees, his eyes were trained on your wetness.

He gripped your thighs in a bruising grip as he planted teasing kisses on your thighs, getting higher each time, leaving you panting.

Once he reached to the highest point of your thighs, he looked up, a teasing smirk on his face as he played with the hem of your underwear. 

“You want this, sweetheart?” He murmured, his breath fanning your sensitive area, making you buck into his mouth. “Come on, darlin’, answer me.”

You swallow, looking down at him through half—lidded eyes, and nod. Once you notice he isn’t doing anything, you groan. “Yes, please, I want this. Want you.”

Rick let out a low chuckle and pulled down your underwear off your legs in one swift motion. “You goin' to be a good girl for me and behave?”

You whine, your hips bucking up again, your body tightening in anticipation as you slowly felt the cold air drifting towards your core.

When you didn’t answer, he blew air into your core making you buck your hips up again and whimper. “Fuck—yes, I’ll be good—”

You were cut off by your own loud moan as you suddenly felt pleasure. Rick’s tongue traced your slit, tasting your essence, and you moaned again, your head falling back against the table.

His mouth was hot and insistent, his tongue flicking and probing, driving you wild with pleasure. He found your clit, sucking and teasing it with expert precision, sending waves of ecstasy through your body.

You dug your nails into his shoulders, a hiss escaping your lips as he pushed you further back onto the table.

“Shit—fuck, that feels so good, Rick.” You moaned, squeezing your eyes shut as your hand slowly trailed up to grip his hair.

He increased the pace, his fingers joining his tongue, delving into your wetness, stroking and circling your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your orgasm built, a tidal wave of pleasure, and with one final flick of his tongue, you shattered, crying out his name as your body trembled uncontrollably.

He then guided you to the bed and he went on top of you and started kissing you roughly.

You felt his desire, hard and insistent, pressing against your lower back as he positioned you on the cushions.

With a swift motion, he lifted your legs, spreading them wide, exposing your glistening core to his hungry gaze.

“You're so fucking gorgeous like this.” He growled lowly, taking off his belt and trousers. “All wet and ready for me.”

He positioned himself at your entrance, his cock throbbing with anticipation. With one swift thrust, he filled you, claiming your body as his own. You gasped, your eyes widening at the sensation of being stretched and filled.

“Oh fuck—shit.” You squeezed your eyes shut as he started to move. “Right there. Harder.”

He obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, his hands gripping your hips tightly. The bed creaked with each powerful stroke, and you could feel the heat building within you, a volcanic eruption waiting to happen.

“Fuck—holy shit.” You heard Rick mutter and gasp as you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him more into you, causing him to go deeper.

“Come for me again, darlin’.” Rick panted, burrowing his face into your neck and making a fist of your hair. “Let me feel it.”

His words were like a match to dry tinder, igniting your passion. You tightened around him, your inner muscles clenching and releasing, milking his cock as he pounded into you.

With a cry of pleasure, you climaxed again, your body convulsing around him, drawing his own orgasm forth.

Rick moaned, his body tensing as he emptied himself deep within you. He collapsed onto the bed, his weight pressing you into the cushions, his heart pounding against your chest.

You both lay there, entwined in a sweaty embrace, your bodies still trembling from the intensity of your release.

As your breathing slowed, Rick rolled to the side, pulling you into his arms. His gaze softened as he brushed the hair from your face.

Rick’s fingers traced soothing circles along your back as he held you close, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath your cheek.

For a long moment, he didn’t say anything—just let the warmth of his body surround you, grounding you in the quiet after everything.

Then, he sighed, his lips pressing against your forehead. “I’m sorry,” He murmured, voice softer now, rough edges smoothed by exhaustion. “For shouting earlier. I just—”

He exhaled sharply, his grip tightening around you like he was afraid to let go. “I was worried about you. Didn’t know if you were safe, and it—” His jaw clenched. “It messed with my head.”

His thumb brushed gently over your cheek as he pulled back just enough to look at you. “Didn’t mean to take it out on you,” He said, his blue eyes searching yours, filled with something raw—something only for you.

Guilt twisted in your stomach, and you shifted to look at him, reaching up to brush your fingers over his jaw.

“I’m sorry too,” You admitted quietly. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I should’ve been more careful.”

Rick’s eyes softened, and he shook his head. “Just. . . can’t lose you,” He muttered, like the thought alone was unbearable.

His hand cradled the back of your head as he pressed another kiss to your forehead, lingering this time. “You mean too much to me.”

After a moment, he reluctantly pulled away and sat up. “Stay here,” He murmured, running a hand down your arm before getting to his feet.

You watched as he disappeared into the direction of the bathroom, the faint sound of water running filling your ears.

When he returned, he had a warm, damp cloth in hand. He climbed back onto the bed beside you, his touch slow and deliberate as he ran the cloth over your skin, wiping away the remnants of the night with a tenderness that made your chest tighten.

His brows furrowed slightly in concentration, like taking care of you was the only thing that mattered in that moment.

Once he was done, he tossed the cloth aside and pulled you back into his arms, tucking you against his chest.

“Rest,” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I got you.”

You let the silence linger for a few beats, enjoying the steady rhythm of his breathing. Then, tilting your head up, you met his gaze with teasing eyes. “Are we not going for round two?”

Rick huffed a quiet chuckle, rolling his eyes.

“You’re insatiable,” He muttered, smirking as he pulled you even closer. “At least let me catch my damn breath.”

You grinned, nuzzling into his chest as his arms tightened around you. The warmth of him, the steady heartbeat beneath your ear, the way he made you feel so undeniably safe—it was enough to lull you into a peaceful haze.

Rick pressed one last kiss to the top of your head. “Sleep, trouble." He murmured.

And with that, you both drifted off, tangled up in each other.

[moominpopzz]

Hey guys I’m still alive heres art of a ship I don’t actually care for but my friend really likes ok bye :3

[scriblesandbits]

So god created us in his image, right? And that’s cool and all but what if it turns out god, like, hates his own image??? What then????

[saffitaffi]

So I just read all 914 pages of Fool’s Fate in one day. I don’t think I’ve ever read that much in one day ever. These books are so good holy snickerdoodles I love the politics and the amazing worldbuilding (robin writes matriarchies and different societal structures SO GOOD) and the realistic characters and Fitz’s unreliable narration and also the gay ass ‘friendship’ between him and the fool (fitz ‘no homo but also my bond with you is deeper than my love for anyone else including my other half bonded wolf and my wife and also sex’ farseer)

So uh. Yeah. Excuse me while I go cry in the corner. Again.

[wickmitz]

you know rereading the comic got me thinking and i feel ur the best person for this. im very intrigued by mitzi and asa's dynamic pre, during, AND post atlas. i really wish we saw more of what happened before atlas' passing bc mitzi herself said asa used to be so nice to her and i'm just like YO WHAT HAPPENED anyways hi hello love ur blog

hi! i’m flattered you love my blog! and even more so by the fact you think i’m the best person to go to for this question! i’ve briefly talked about mitzi and asa before when analyzing the lunch scene in my long analysis for mitzi’s and wick’s relationship, where i said this on the matter :

to touch upon asa’s treatment of mitzi, even from as early as the phone call we see that mitzi is forced to have a conversation with asa on his terms rather than her own terms. mitzi sets out with a clear goal in mind -- learning why asa sweet would attack the lackadaisy in the way that he did -- and she's repeatedly talked over and threatened, with her questions remaining unanswered. it’s very clear very quickly that asa doesn’t respect mitzi nor view her as someone worthy of his time like atlas was, and almost appears to approach her in a misogynistic manner. he demeans something as simple as her ukulele as a ‘teeny little guitar’ and acts as though mitzi’s tears would be bothersome to him, some sort of burden he’d be forced to deal with rather than a valid emotional response to threats, degradation, and the likes. while asa is by no means wrong with some of his observations, he’s certainly rude and uncaring with how he goes about it. when he tells mitzi that he’s here to suggest that she step down, because he so generously has her interests in mind, she doesn’t buy it ; once again bringing up last nights events, where asa willingly armed the pig farmers with the lackadaisy’s arsenal and sent them over her way without so much as a warning. asa dismisses this coldly, once again dodging any fault and claiming it was ‘happenstance’ and entirely mitzi’s own doing. even now, when he’s actively threatening her and making it clear they won’t stay friendly if she keeps trying to make it in this business, he still won’t fully admit to any sort of responsibility for the disastrous night he helped put her through. while this seems rather typical of asa given his disrespectful streak ( something even mordecai, as valued and as useful as he is, suffers because of ) it’s worth noting that this side of him is new to mitzi and not one she was at all expecting. she even says as much here, in heartstrings.

we also know that mitzi only met atlas due to her performing at the marigold speakeasy first, and it’s likely asa was rather present in her life due to his bond with her now husband. asa even admits that mitzi may be confused because they’ve ’managed a friendly coexistence for so long,’ once again hammering home this idea that up until this point, asa was indeed kind to mitzi, or at the very least cordial. but with atlas out of the picture and mitzi trying to take his position, suddenly asa is more than okay with getting her killed or taking all she has left -- even his plan is nothing short of apathetic and cold, an afterthought, expecting her to give up something important to her and only offering a one time offer to play at the marigold room ‘sometime’ with that ‘old band of hers.’ what’s important here is that mitzi is ruthlessly betrayed by a man who used to like her and is treated as a lesser thing due to his view that she’s too incompetent to run a rumrunning business. he also brings up atlas to, in mitzi’s eyes, ‘intimidate ( her ) into agreeing with him,’ and towards the end of the lunch, she looks particularly kicked and undoubtedly hurt. she leaves this meeting that could’ve stayed a phone call with a potential enemy made and with the world on her shoulders, now more determined than ever to be someone people like asa would be forced to respect. instead of being dissuaded, she’s been encouraged, and it’s not hard to realize why.

so, i suppose those are my very brief thoughts about them post atlas! but as for pre and during, i don’t think there was ever anything really there outside of peaceful coexistence. as atlas’s wife, mitzi garnered respect she probably never had before as a traveling musician! asa wouldn’t dare insult her or belittle her once she became atlas’s wife and probably felt no need to do so in the first place. especially since, after all, asa’s the reason atlas found mitzi at all, back when she played for the marigold room where i assume she was treated well enough given asa’s rather friendly mask. he’s a jokester! he’s well meaning and goofy, always smiling and his eyes permanently upturned looking due to the patterns on his face … mitzi wouldn’t ever really see the asa that many other people deal with, and even when comparing asa to her rather quiet and eeire husband, well, he’d still seem leagues impressionable by default. asa purposely acts like he’s approachable and harmless, and while mitzi definitely knew he wasn’t some angel, i do think she fell for that mask more than she’d like to admit.

how i’ve always viewed their relationship is that the very nature of it was dictated by atlas may simply existing and owning her. his mere interest in mitzi was something phenomenal, and by default, something people had to respect. asa sweet was kind to her because she likely didn’t linger in the marigold room for too long before atlas snatched her up. he’s then very cordial to her, probably armed with compliments and generous gestures of interest because she’s atlas’s wife and asa can respect that role wholeheartedly. it’s only when atlas is removed and mitzi begins putting her paws where they ‘don’t belong’ that asa seems to drop the ruse, because there’s no need to keep it up anymore. even though mitzi isn’t harming anyone and hasn’t tried to step on asa’s toes once, he still steals from her and puts her in danger without care -- not once burdened by any real guilt as he continues to threaten her when she doesn’t back down immediately. with how clinical the removal of affection is here ( because even mordecai hasn’t managed to remove viktor, mitzi, or ivy in such a careful or ruthless way despite his awful actions and words ) i find it hard to believe he ever truly cared for mitzi as an individual person outside of atlas. the way he so casually oozes disrespect and belittles her without blinking an eye is … interesting!

all of this is to say that i don’t think asa and mitzi were ever personally close. they probably never knew each other deeply nor made any real steps to try. they’d see each other because asa had a habit of appearing in the lackadaisy just as much as atlas had the habit of being at the marigold room, and so they’d greet each other and asa would be excessively kind in that bumbling fool way he keenly presents himself and mitzi would be pleased by his presence. very simple ‘this is my friend’s wife’ vibes and nothing more. i doubt asa would even be interested in cozying up to mitzi due to atlas’s implied possessive behavior lol … but it was kindness and it was caring to an extent. it just wasn’t as deep or loyal as mitzi might’ve hoped it would be.

[edwinisms]

I know how it sounds at first, but I really gotta feel bad for the boys that sacrificed edwin; I mean even the term “sacrificed edwin” paints them in a more sinister light than they really deserve– considering that wasn’t really, actually their intention.

they were bullies, they were homophobic (and/or were self loathing gay boys themselves taking it out on edwin, or were equally likely peer pressured into acting a certain way), they planned something stupid and mean to do to an innocent, anxious boy with the goal of scaring the shit out of him, all because he was effeminate and an easy target. but they didn’t know or expect any of the ritual stuff to be real. they were all laughing and joking during the ritual because it was just that to them– a joke. a cruel joke, but a joke.

teenagers can be mean and stupid and they usually regret it as adults and grow out of it / grow from it. they were stifled the chance to grow out of it, at least while alive. none of those boys deserved to be instakilled and sent to hell; they’re really not that much less deserving than edwin himself. they were all just kids, after all.

[bibleofficial]

god bless sleeping 12hrs nightly

[fellhellion]

Something something the spot’s goofy antics distract from how dangerous his own entitlement and resentment is

[archersartcorner]

Was thinking about the fact that Zac’s last two (main campaign) characters have been Rogues (or the SW5E rogue equivalent) That Are Creatures. And what if they met :) bop slug

[orxcalot]

not sure how I feel about this drawing but I’ve been in kinda an art burnout and it’s the only thing I’ve been able to complete 😮‍💨

(Redraw of image from the thrill kill animation wip)

[apathyfairy]

i have 2 interviews on monday so im gonna try to just eat so much tomorrow that i literally die

[sweetandglovelyart]

Me, too busy with grad school to participate, watching everyone else in the Kirby fandom participate in the OC tournament and art fight