#i mean my parents are gonna move away once i move out so they're probably gonna go to this state Anyway but. it's different

[inbabylontheywept]

The Motherfucking Lizard King

No one at work trusts my boss. 

He's smart. He works hard. He's not trustworthy. He hasn't actually fucked anyone at work over, but he's ruined his last two marriages with affairs, and got dumped by his third fiance when he wouldn't sign a prenup. The fact that we all know this is just a hazard of working in a small town. 

Anyway: The thought process of the people in the lab is that if he screwed over his first wife, and his second wife, and was probably planning on screwing over his third wife, it would be insane for him not to screw us over. After all, what kind of idiot treats their employees better than their spouse? 

I dunno. His kind, I guess? He's had a few chances to fuck us over, and he hasn't taken them. Opposite really. When our parent company was doing furloughs, he stayed in the office almost a hundred hours, talking and talking and talking his way up the corporate ladder. And in the end, no one at our site got furloughed. 

He's pulled strings like that before. And it baffles me, right? Because it really does make zero sense. He'll move the heavens and the earth for us, but his wife and kids are afterthoughts. It feels like any moment, he's going to look into the mirror and realize how stupid that is. It feels like I'm betting on him making the same stupid mistake again, and again, and again - like it would be less cynical to believe he was, eventually, going to stab me in the back. But he hasn't yet, and as far as I can tell he's been making that mistake for close to fifteen years, and it's already cost him everything it can. If he was going to learn, he would have by now. 

So my position on him is that if he wanted to date someone I cared about, I'd warn them off. I don't trust him there. But I tentatively trust him to be my boss. Maybe one day he'll stick the knife in and twist, and everyone will say Ah, Babs, we warned you, but for now, I accept that he's doing a very predictable, very irrational thing, and I've made my peace with it. 

---

My job has glue traps. 

No one likes the glue traps, but we don't have a lot of options. Poison's banned by state law, spring traps are banned by company safety, and several non-lethal options tried in the past failed to work. The mouse problem can get pretty bad if it's ignored, and there's some real health hazards in that. Our site has never had a positive hantavirus test, thank God, but the big base about a half hour away has. That guy's gonna be on oxygen the rest of his life. 

If a mouse gets caught, we just euthanize it. But more than mice get stuck. Lizards can wander into those traps too, and the people working there have different feelings about the lizards. They don't pose nearly the same kind of risk mice do. They're chill little guys, and they keep the moths away, and they're just 

You know. They're friendly. There's something to be said about walking into a room, and hitting the light switch, and seeing two little guys on the wall start to do pushups as soon as they see you. 

People used to just euthanize the lizards too, but I had pet leopard geckos as a kid and I couldn't take that so I wound up googling how to free animals from glue traps. Now, when a lizard gets stuck in a trap - which happens once or twice a week - I get some vegetable oil from the breakroom, and a little plastic fork, and I'll spend fifteen to twenty minutes just kind of gently prying the little guys out. 

I have a team of technicians that help me operate one of the larger machines. They're real blue collar guys, ex-airforce, and they make me look like a little kid. Being an engineer means they'll look to me as a leader sometimes, which is a wild experience. And I started helping the lizards for my own conscience, but one of the crazier consequences of it has been that it seriously boosted my leadership cred. Because those guys see me, and they go: Hey. If he's willing to fight for a lizard, he's gotta be willing to fight for me. 

I cannot overstate how nice that is. Most engineers that want to make a change to a maintenance practice, or try an upgrade, they have to work their asses off to get the techs to buy in. But I can just ask. They already trust me to do good. They know I'm new, and they know I'm not the smartest engineer in the building, but they also know I'm the one who gets lizards out of the glue traps. 

And just because of that, they're willing to follow me. 

---

My boss has a meeting every month or two. It's typically basic house cleaning stuff - reminders about routines we've gotten lazy on, and updates on future projects. Maybe some warnings about problems coming from higher up in the company.

People are, in my opinion, a bit too cynical about the meetings. It stems from people not trusting our boss, which again, I understand, because it would make so much more sense if he wasn't trustworthy. It's a testament to the man's incredibly unhealthy priorities that he is. But as we made it to the end of the meeting, one of bullet points was: 

Do NOT mess with animals in the building. 

So I looked at my techs, and they looked at me, and when he got to the point, he was so scathing I actually just wanted to crawl under a rock and die. He said basically that he'd heard some reports about someone in the building handling animals that found their way in and got stuck, and that he just wanted to emphasize how insanely inappropriate that was, not to mention dangerous, and that if he needed to speak to anyone about it again, there would be severe consequences. 

I was willing to just take the shame and move on. I was. But one of my techs is old. Old enough he could've retired two years ago. And his actual literal goal is to one day get angry, yell at someone, and storm out. That's how he wants to retire. So instead of biting his tongue like everyone else, he stood up and said: I hate the glue traps. You hate the glue traps. We all hate glue traps. But we've all sat here for years, ignoring the little things that get stuck in them, watching them die, and then Bab's comes in, and he is the first person in decades to give enough of a shit to start pulling the lizards out. And I don't want him to stop. 

Get humane traps or shut up but we are not going back to the old way of just letting things starve. 

And my boss actually froze up. He got all wide eyed and stared at Marc, and then the other techs jumped in, and there was a very small but intense rebellion in the meeting and my boss kept trying to interrupt while getting absolutely bowled over by this gang of angry middle aged air force vets, and eventually he just went 

I will speak with Babylon about this afterwards! After! And then he will speak with everyone else, but I have more points to cover. 

So they went silent, and my boss rushed through the last five minutes, and we all adjounred. The techs really didn't like that I was going in alone - they thought our boss was going to try and shout me into compliance. Marc in particular was like, Look, if he tries bullying you, stand your ground, and if he threatens anything, just come get us, and we'll give him hell. 

So armed with that, I went to my boss's office. I sat in the chair across from him, and he kept his composure for maybe five seconds before just flopping back into his chair. 

I had no idea you were saving lizards, he said, but I'm glad you are. I always hated seeing them die in the glue.  

I wasn't expecting that. I was about to ask him what the comment from the meeting was about then, but he answered that before I even got the chance.

A snake got into the building last week, and - someone picked it up and chased a coworker around. Turns out that coworker was severely afraid of snakes, and now it's a shitshow. We're a small site, and now I can't ask those two to work together anymore, to say nothing about how the snake fared after all that. Being upset about that is a reasonable thing, right? 

And he gave me a look like he actually wanted an answer, so I said Yeah, totally, chasing a coworker around with a snake is a dick move. Especially if that coworker is already afraid of snakes. 

And he said Exactly! and then we sat there a few moments longer. He looked so incredibly tired that I did, actually, feel kind of bad for him. And then he somehow managed to sink even further into his chair, and said

Look, I know I'm not a good guy. But I'm not evil. I'm not some sort of crazy asshole that's going to demand that everyone watch lizards starve to death. When you go back downstairs, could you try to pass that on? That I'm not evil? 

I said Sure because it wasn't a hard request, and he looked relieved. I actually made it halfway out before I realized I had a question. 

Who grabbed the snake? I asked. 

Not supposed to talk about it, he said. But whoever comes to mind first is probably right. 

ThatGuy? I asked. And he looked me in the face, nodded his head yes, and said No. 

---

The techs seemed a little disappointed that they didn't get to storm the boss's office, but were otherwise in good spirits. They were actually a little bit embarrassed to hear about the snake story - apparently, it wasn't much of a secret. It'd just slipped their minds because it happened three weeks ago. 

We did maintenance after that, the same basic repairs we did every week. The meeting had been stressful and it was a relief to work with my hands. When the parts were reinstalled, everything cleaned and smooth and ready to go, Marc found me again. 

You know what the lesson of today is? he asked. And there were quite a few answers to that that I could have taken - from don't assume the worst of people to be careful with how you spend your trust - we all need it more than we think. 

But instead I said what? because I wanted to hear what his answer was going to be. 

That I got your back, he said. Then he clapped one very, very large hand on my shoulder, gave it a good squeeze, and walked back to dosimetry lab.

---

The next day, Marc gave me a package and told me to open it in my office. I was suspicious, but I followed the request.

Cardboard gave way to a small baggie, obviously full of fabric, which opened to reveal a t-shirt that read

"I Am the Motherfucking Lizard King."

I looked at it, I loved it, and then I got an idea. I went to my boss's office and knocked on the door. When he opened it, I asked him if he would be willing to allow something very unprofessional to happen for morale building purposes.

How unprofessional? he asked. I held the shirt up in answer. He gave the shirt a short look over and snorted.

You can wear it on weeks without customers, he said. Which just so happened to include that week.

I'll pass on that it came with your blessing, I replied, and he looked oddly relieved.

Thanks, he said. And then I went downstairs.

---

The techs were very, very happy to see the shirt. And while my boss's reputation remains in tatters, and probably will be until he moves (or dies), the next time there was a meeting, there was quite a bit less complaining about how mere presence. Which is, I guess, a start.

We'll see if he squanders it.

[chaoscradle]

im the deciding factor in whether or not my family moves soon. cause my brother's gonna graduate and i'm gonna be the one left and so it's my decision oh god

[calliesmemes]

ATLANTIS: THE LOST EMPIRE (2001)

SENTENCE STARTERS PULLED FROM THE DIALOGUE FEATURED IN THE ANIMATED FILM ATLANTIS: THE LOST EMPIRE, with some quotations slightly modified for roleplay purposes.

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.

SPECIFY muse for multimuses.

   “   Uh, would you gentlemen please excuse me for a moment?   ”

   “   If I ever hear the word "Atlantis" again, I'll step in front of a bus!   ”

   “   You have a lot of potential.   ”

   “   Who... who are you? How did you get in here?   ”

   “   I'm acting on behalf of my employer, who has a most intriguing proposition for you.   ”

   “   Relax. He doesn’t bite … often.   ”

   “   Did you really know my grandfather?   ”

   “   We stayed close friends ‘till the end of his days.   ”

   “   He spoke of you often.   ”

   “   I've spent my whole life studying dead languages.   ”

   “   I will stake everything I own, everything that I believe in... that this is the genuine Shepherd's Journal.   ”

   “   I'll show them! I will make them believe.   ”

   “   For years your granddad bent my ear with stories about that old book.   ”

   “   Your grandpa was a great man. You probably don't realize how great.   ”

   “   Don't let her age fool you.   ”

   “   Our lives are remembered by the gifts we leave our children.   ”

   “   Atlantis is waiting. What do you say?   ”

   “   Boy, I’m so excited, l-l-l-I can't even hold it in.   ”

   “   Excuse me? I need to, uh, report in?   ”

   “   Blondie, I got a bone to pick with you.   ”

   “   If you're lookin' for the pony rides, they're back there.   ”

   “   You can’t put a price on the pursuit of knowledge.   ”

   “   This should be enriching for all of us.   ”

   “   Now tell me your story, my little friend.   ”

   “   This is an outrage! You must leave at once! Out, out, out, out, out!   ”

   “   Now, what have I told you about playing nice with the other kids?   ”

   “   Back to the pit from which you came!   ”

   “   OK, everybody. I want you to give Mr. Thatch your undivided attention.  ”

   “   Cartographer, linguist, plumber. Hard to believe he's still single.   ”

   “   Captain, you'd better come look at this, sir.   ”

   “   Do you want to do my job? Be my guest.   ”

   “   How much time do we have?   ”

   “   I don't think he's comin' back.   ”

   “   Move it, people! Sometime today would be nice!   ”

   “   I won't sugar-coat it, gentlemen. We have a crisis on our hands.   ”

   “   Looks like all our chances for survival rest with you, Mr. Thatch.   ”

   “   We’re all gonna die.   ”

   “   Looks like we have a little roadblock.   ”

   “   That thing is going to keep me up all night, I know it.   ”

   “   You know, we've been pretty tough on the kid. What do you say we cut him some slack?   ”

   “   Hey, Milo! Why don't you come sit with us?   ”

   “   Hey, Milo, don't you ever close that book?   ”

   “   I know, I know. Sometimes I get a little carried away.   ”

   “   You know, that's what this is all about, right? I mean – discovery, teamwork, adventure. Unless, maybe, you're just in it for the money.   ”

   “   Hey, how’d you learn how to do that?   ”

   “   I never got to meet your grandfather. What was he like?   ”

   “   He was like a father to me, really.   ”

   “   My parents died when I was a little kid, and he took me in.   ”

   “   That is so cute!   ”

   “   Uh, no... no offense.. but how does a teenager become the chief mechanic of a multimillion dollar expedition?   ”

   “   So, what... what happened to your sister?   ”

   “   I just like to blow things up.   ”

   “   All right, who's not dead? Sound off.   ”

   “   Maybe that's our ticket outta here.   ”

   “   I gotta hand it to you. You really came through.   ”

   “   They can smell fear just by looking at ya.   ”

   “   We are explorers from the surface world. We come in peace.   ”

   “   Come. You must speak with my father now.   ”

   “   Someone's having a good time.   ”

   “   Commander, there were not supposed to be people down here. This changes everything.   ”

   “   This changes nothing.   ”

   “   You presume much to think that you would be welcome here.   ”

   “   I know what you seek and you will not find it here.   ”

   “   Your journey has been in vain.   ”

   “   May I respectfully request that we stay one night, sir?   ”

   “   Your heart has softened, Kida.   ”

   “   A thousand years ago, you would have slain them on sight.   ”

   “   We were once a great people. Now we live in ruins.   ”

   “   The kings of our past would weep if they could see how far we have fallen.   ”

   “   Our way of life is dying.   ”

   “   When you take the throne, you will understand.   ”

   “   Well, the King and his daughter don't exactly see eye to eye.   ”

   “   Well, if he's hiding something, I want to know what it is.   ”

   “   Look, I have some questions for you, and I'm not leaving this city until they're answered!   ”

   “   Oh, there is so much to ask about your world.   ”

   “   You are a scholar, are you not?   ”

   “   I got a few questions for you, too. So let's do this, OK? You ask one, then I'll ask one, then you, then me, then...well, you get it.   ”

   “   how did you get here? Well, I mean, not you personally... but your... your culture. I mean, how did all of this end up down here?   ”

   “   Wh... what... what … are you telling me… that you remember what happened because you were there? No, that... that's impossible...   ”

   “   How was my accent?   ”

   “   You know, you deserve credit for even... even gettin' this far.   ”

   “   By the way, we were never properly introduced. My name's Milo.   ”

   “   Uh, hey, you got a nickname?   ”

   “   You know, my grandpa used to tell me stories about this place as far back as I can remember.   ”

   “   I just wish that he could be standing here with me.   ”

   “   We are not thriving. True, our people live. but our culture is dying.   ”

  “   I wish there was something I could do.   ”

   “   Why don't you lead the way, because I have no idea where we're going.   ”

   “   This is amazing! A complete history of Atlantis!   ”

   “   I am such an idiot.   ”

   “   This is just another treasure hunt for you.   ”

   “   I would've told you sooner, but it was strictly on a need-to-know basis.   ”

   “   Welcome to the club, son.   ”

   “   Mercenary? I prefer the term "adventure capitalist."   ”

   “   You don't know what you're tampering with, Rourke.   ”

   “   Academics. You never want to get your hands dirty.   ”

   “   I got to admit, I'm disappointed.   ”

   “   You're an idealist, just like your grandfather.   ”

   “   For once, do the smart thing.   ”

   “   I really hate it when negotiations go sour.   ”

   “   Well, as usual, diplomacy has failed us.   ”

   “   You've got to listen to me. You don't have the slightest idea what this power is capable of.   ”

   “   Let’s get this over with. I don’t like this place.  

   “   Doesn’t anything surprise you?   ”

   “   Talk to me, Thatch. What's happening?   ”

   “   So I guess this is how it ends, huh?   ”

   “   You've read Darwin. It's called natural selection. We're just helping it along.   ”

   “   Be serious. This is wrong, and you know it.   ”

   “    You pick now of all times to grow a conscience?   ”

   “   She has been chosen... like her mother before her.   ”

   “   I followed you in, and I'll follow you out.   ”

   “   it's been my experience that when you hit bottom, the only place left to go is up.   ”

   “   What do you think that you are doing?   ”

   “   We're going to save Atlantis, or we're going to die trying.   ”

   “   Well, I have to hand it to you. You're a bigger pain in the neck than I would have ever thought possible.   ”

   “   Tired? Aw, that's a darn shame, because I'm just getting warmed up.   ”

   “   There's a hero's welcome waiting for the man who discovered Atlantis.   ”

   “   I don't think the world needs another hero.   ”

   “   I'm going to miss that boy. At least he's in a better place now.   ”

[skyesdaisys]

Hey Jaiden!! I hope ur doing well today, I wanted to ask if you could write a Robin Buckley x reader where reader has to watch from the sidelines as Robin pines over Vickie and doesn't realize reader is right there. Then reader starts talking to simeone else (to distract herself from Robin because she believes it's a lost cause) and Robin's like maybe i do like reader?

Thanks:)

i'm doing well, thank you for asking <3 and oh my god, of course. i love robin so much, she's everything to me

—

and i despise my jealous eyes

pairing: robin buckley x fem!reader, and minor robin x vickie & steve x reader

summary: having a crush on your girl best friend was... complicated. even when knowing that she's attracted to girls, just one girl particularly, and that girl was not you

cw: many cups of angst, one sided pining turned two sided (because they're idiots), jealousy (on both ends), happy ending

a/n: robin is everything to me, she's a version of me as well because i kin her so bad, i just felt like she was created for me (as well as for other neurodivegent sapphics out there). also title is lyrics from lacy by olivia rodrigo and i thought it fit here

you knew and have been friends with robin buckley since middle school and during that time, you've been inseparable. your parents would say how much you're both attached to each others hips, which was quite the understatement.

when the both of you were close enough, she came out to you. trusting you enough with who she really is and has not told anyone else. of course you'd understand, maybe not entirely for your 13 year old brain, but.... how could you hate your best friend, your ONLY friend for who she loves? you thought people hating on someone for that was dumb, yet again, you're young, you don't know much of the world and why they act the way it does. but nothing was ever gonna change on how you viewed robin.

once you started high school together, you've experienced some changes yourself. that you found yourself going through an experience that your friend was a couple years prior, but at the time, it didn't mean anything important. and you though, 'this can't be a coincidence that i'm attracted to girls, as is my best friend' and speaking of that best friend.... through this discovery journey, you started seeing robin a different light. she was still your best friend of course, but these feelings were just growing into more than friendship, and that feeling never went away.

you were unsure about your sexuality for most of your high school experience, up until senior year. robin was in band, and she met this cute girl in band, vickie, and it made your just a little bit angry. and it's not just the fact this girl is taking time away from your best friend, but it was the fact robin was looking at a girl like that, and that girl wasn't you.

it's not like you hated vickie, you don't even know her, it was just possessiveness that got to you. everything was just so fucked and you didn't wanna talk about your feelings because you weren't exactly the best at communicating your emotions. especially when you don't like talking about them to begin with.

so, the second best option was to move on, though that probably would take multiple year and not over a span of a few days. you needed some type of distraction, of course. so you decided to hang out with steve harrington. and you a a freshman would be confused and wouldn't believe they'd be friends with steve harrington during your senior year.

and we'll, you were in luck. steve was looking for someone to take as a date to lucas' championship game so you took the opportunity to volunteer. and getting to know steve, he wasn't exactly your type but he was sweet, and yeah, a bit dumb, but he had heart and cared for others. and obviously this wouldn't be a permanent thing for you, but you felt kind of sad for steve because he's been mentioning about finding a girl who isn't leaving out of state to go to college, to find someone who isn't gonna be some boring one night stand and never speak to you again. you knew he wanted something real with someone, maybe it wasn't you but... you wanted to help.

to be honest, he was a gentleman. it wasn't even a dinner date, it was going to a high school basketball game and the two of you were sitting in the bleachers. he did buy you some food as you watched the game, you weren't overly invested since you didn't know much about basketball, but you wanted to support lucas.

during the game though, you and robin occasionally gave one another glances. this had made your heart beat a little too fast, but you ignored it.

the game was over and you and steve were walking towards his car to take you home, then you made a pretty dumb move and kissed him. obviously you didn't like him like that but... distracting yourself in anyway with anyone felt good, but it made your stomach twist up in knots. that had gotten progressively worse that robin was watching the entire thing by the time you pulled away. and she was walking away heartbroken and you were just standing there frozen til steve snapped you out of it by clapping his hands together to get your attention, "hey!" and you looked at him, and you knew, that he knew, "go after her, okay? i'll be fine."

"i'm sorry, steve." you felt awful for using him like this, he was your friend and you took advantage. but he brushed it off, "it's fine. i'd rather have robin be okay than me." and you smiled at him before running after your long time best friend. and you called out to her, "robin, can we please talk?"

"there's nothing to talk about, alright." she didn't turn back to look at you and just kept walking, "i just want you and steve to be happy. i don't wanna get in the way of that." but you managed to catch up to her, making her face you. "that's not what that was, okay? he's not my type." and you got her full attention, "like i won't deny he's easy on the eyes and i think he deserves a girl who'll make him happy, but that's not me. i kissed him because i wanted to distract myself from my feelings. and i'm bad at talking about my feelings. so i just push them down and pray that they'll disappear over time but... some stuff just stays."

robin was trying to understand what you meant, she couldn't exactly understand who you were referring to, "so what are you saying exactly?"

"i like you." you blurted out, "maybe even love you. you're my best friend, and i didn't wanna ruin years of friendship because of how i felt about you. and you have a crush on vickie, which is cool. i'm happy for you, but i just... can't go on without being honest with myself. and i'm sorry if i'm talking too much and i-" but the buckley had cut you off with a kiss. and this time around, it felt great, and it felt real. the feelings and emotions were all there on both ends. she pulled away a few inches to just rest her forehead against yours, "i feel the exact same way. for years, actually."

you gasped in surprised and lightly and playfully punched her shoulder, "are you serious? why didn't you say anything?"

"i didn't think you'd feel the same." and she pulled away from your face with a big smile on her face, "especially since i thought you were straight and i didn't wanna ruin our friendship." and the two of you giggled like idiots. you brought her into another kiss before hugging her tightly, "we're both such idiots."

"yeah, pretty much." she chuckled.

[lloydfrontera]

what do you think llojavi's child will be? I love reading your hc.

mmhhh i never really stopped to think about it tbh! kid fics aren't really my go-to and i'm terrified of having children myself so it's not something i tend to explore with my ships

but if i had to have a hc for them... i think they'd have a lot of children. all of them adopted.

it just makes sense for them as characters imo! they are both deeply compassionate individuals who know what it's like to lose both parents and know how much it means to be brought in to a loving family. they know.

they wouldn't be able to come across a child who needs what they received at one point and look away.

that plus lloyd is an only child, he always wanted a little sibling and was absolutely delighted to get julian, i think once he gets over the instinctual fear of "oh god what the fuck am i doing i don't know how to be a father" and is more comfortable in his role as parent he wouldn't be able to resist the idea of having a bunch of kids running around their home. i'm thinking maybe four. probably six. no more than eight.

but. i do think the first kid would be javier's fault.

in one of those rare occasions he's not glued to lloyd's side, he'd go out to run some errands or something and then come back with a semi-terrified look on his face and a far-too-small-for-their-age kid in his arms.

lloyd just,,, stares at them for a little bit before taking the kid and charge of the situation. he's never really had any experience with kids but they're just,,, people. in tiny. he knows people, he can work with that. his friendly and straightforward demeanor immediately wins over the child, making him relax and open up in a way that javier's warm but stilted demeanor weren't quite able to.

i'm thinking a four or five year old, just to really hammer down the parallels between javier and him. very tiny. with dark hair and dark eyes. the kind of features that don't really stand out in a crowd.

i think the two of them would think it's just something temporary, just until they find someone more suitable to raise a kid, a good family that could take him in.

neither of them really mentions the idea of keeping the child, at first because it's not even a possibility but then as the weeks pass by because they're just too wary of disrupting the routine they unconscionably created and actually having to take a decision about it.

but then one morning javier looks over during breakfast and there's lloyd pilling all sorts of food into the kid's plate, chatting him up the entire time, playfully teasing him into eating everything he can, the two of them very solemnly haggling and bargaining over just how many vegetables he has to eat in every meal and a wave of pure love and affection rushes through him and he realizes that. oh. he wants this to last forever.

he doesn't mention it tho. he knows lloyd has always talked about having an easy, relaxed life, free of any concerns and burdens. and raising a child is not an easy responsibility. spending the rest of his life at lloyd's side already feels like more than he deserves, he won't selfishly asks for more than lloyd is willing to give.

he will just enjoy however long this lasts and hope the separation won't hurt as much as he's bracing himself for.

meanwhile lloyd caught javier with the kid on top of him napping on a sunbeam like two weeks ago, both of them completely sprawled out and dead to the world, except when they unconsciously moved to chase the moving sunlight and then he immediately decided he was gonna keep this. them. all of it.

he already reached his limit on how many times he can lose his family. he's no longer letting anything else keep him from hoarding his loved ones like a dragon with their treasure.

and he's terrified to admit it but the pipsqueak has already burrowed his way into his heart and now heaven help the soul that tries to take him away from lloyd. he's not above biting.

that's precisely why he doesn't bring it up with javier because,,, he really doesn't know what would happen if javier isn't on board with the plan. he's not selfish enough to make a decision like this for the both of them but he really doesn't think he can give the kid up anymore.

so he just. doesn't say anything. he continues with the routine they've made and hopes time will be enough to make javier fall for the child the same way lloyd did already.

and then this goes on for a couple weeks because these two are terrible and i love them for it. but this is like. not great. it actually kind of really sucks for them but also for the child

it all comes crashing down when the poor kid breaks down on them at some point because someone told him they were giving him away and, hey, turns out, not telling a child who's been left on the streets to survive by himself what's the plan for them because you're too busy worrying your partner won't be on board with keeping him is not a great idea! because he's gonna be lowkey fretting about what will happen to him and ultimately freak out at the slightest suggestion that he's being abandoned again! who would've thought!

they both immediately try to comfort him but they can't get to the bottom of his fears and actually give him reassurance because they don't know if they can promise him anything because they don't know what the other is thinking.

that is until they make eye contact in the middle of comforting him and it's one of those perfect moments where they're in total sync and can have entire conversations with just one look. and they realize how stupid they've been. because of course the other also wanted the same thing. of course they would want to give this child the very same thing they've received from their loved ones. how could've they ever doubted that.

after that is just really a matter of convincing the kid that of course they're not giving him away, he's staying right there with them, they can be his family now if that's what he wants. which isn't really hard because apart from this one communication issue they have actually been pretty good improvised parents to the squirt. and now that they know for sure they will be his parents forever, they try even harder to be better.

so that's how they adopt their first child.

i could go into detail about the rest of the kids are adopted but. that would make for an even longer post and this is already way more than i wanted to write askjhdkss

this is,,, really not what you asked for but it's what came out when i sat down to answer this ask, so like. i hope you still like it nonnie and i'm really sorry 〒▽〒

[thelamb1429]

Soul Train

Eyeless Jack x GN! Reader

<3

This is part of a larger series i’m working on. For now i’m just gonna post lil snippets of the fanfic just to sort of get a feel for how i want the story to go.

This is also probably poorly written/has a lot of grammatical errors because i’m currently pretty sick right now so i’m writing with a scrambled brain atm. I’ll be back to spruce things up when i feel better!

STORY INFO/WARNINGS

Reader is gender neutral

This isn’t necessarily a oneshot, but i don’t know if i plan on posting chapters here on Tumblr when I should probably just post the whole story on another platform so that my art isn’t drowning under tons of stories lol

This part includes: Mentions of death, mentions of death regarding a parent, descriptions of panic, slight mentions of murder

Every single last ounce of oxygen seemed to be sucked from your burning lungs at full force, leaving you on your knees, coughing and retching while the silent vehicle raced down the tracks. Car after car flew over the metal just a few feet from where you knelt. The moment you could breathe enough for your vision to fade back in and your ears to slowly stop ringing, all you could see as far as your eyes traced down the railroad tracks was a never ending train. You sat there for about a minute, but it seemed like the train wasn’t ever going to end.

Nina looped an arm under yours to help you back onto your feet, and you were so out of it that you couldn’t even feel the pointy accessories on her arms and hands poke into your skin. Despite the train in front of you both not emitting a deafening whistle, the rustle of metal on metal was enough to block out any words she tried to get into your head. Everything in front of you moved in slow motion as the weight of the situation set in.

Jack was probably dead now.

You could have saved him.

He probably died thinking that you would get there in time to help.

Once again you went limp in your best friend’s arms, to which she stumbled and struggled to catch your weakened body. Nina eased the both of you onto the grass as the train finally passed and the red glare of the warning lights went dark. Her eyes looked past the tracks onto the dirt road beyond, as if to try and manifest the best case scenario. She wasn’t an optimist by any means, but she knew how much Jack meant to you. You two had been friends for years now, long before you went off to college. While the decked out girl holding onto you had never even met the guy, she felt a cold chill eat away at her spine as it rushed through her nerves, making the rapidly beating heart in her chest speed up with the anxiety caused by the both of you panicking.

But she'd known death much closer than you had. You had lost many loved ones, but her little hobby brought her up close and personal with it several times a week. For once, Nina felt a determination to lead that didn't scare her off. Calling the shots wasn't something that she liked to take charge of, but this was the perfect moment for her to take the lead, to do something helpful for you. She didn't have many friends, especially none that could understand her and handle her like you did.

Maybe helping you get to Jack could help you both strengthen the bond that was weakened by the argument from the week prior to the crisis at hand.

Determined to help, Nina once again hoisted you up and looked you in the eyes.

"[Name], I know that right now you're pissed at me. And I lied to you, I deserve your anger right now. But if we have any chance of getting into that forest and saving Jack, we have to get up and do it now. That cult— or whatever the hell they are— they're dangerous and Jack has no clue.

You love him, right? Then we need to get to him and get him back into your arms, safe and sound.

So take a deep breath and get up already! I can't find him on my own. I don't even know what he looks like!"

Nina pulled at your arms, groaning with the force of exertion she put out as you seemed to stay in place, frozen from the terror of losing the only man who you'd ever considered to have a shred of humanity in him. The only man who befriended you with no ulterior motives. The only man you knew who treated you as an equal.

You weren't gonna lose him. You had to stop mourning for a death you couldn't even confirm.

Much to your best friend's relief, you started running off past the cleared tracks, leading the way towards the countryside where the forest began. Cold, bitter air nipped at both of your bodies and filled your lungs, causing your throats to ache with the icy chill that seeped into you both as you inhaled air.

Contrary to popular belief, Nina was not good at running! She was used to cornering her victims in locations that allowed for her to easily escape and march back to her hidden little cabin in the woods at a leisurely pace. When she wanted to run, she ran pretty fast, but it was obvious that she wasn't used to running for so long. Since she was trying her best to help, you attempted to slow down just a bit so that she could catch up.

After five minutes of running down the road, Nina had to stop to breathe. She gasped for air as he chest heaved, trying to get more oxygen into her burning lungs. She looked up at you, taking in the panic evident on your face when she collapsed. Her mascara ran down her face just a little when her eyes watered from the excessive running.

"Go— you..you need to find him. I'll catch up, just go", she wheezed out as a cough wracked through her body.

The encouragement was all you needed to take off running once again.

Maybe it was the adrenaline in your body that kept you going, masking the ache in your chest and your legs from the constant sprinting you were doing. Maybe it was the fear that if you didn't suck it up and run, that it would be too late. Whatever it was, it caused you to keep running so fast that it felt as if you were gliding through the forest around you.

You had no idea where exactly he was. In fact, you were going in blind. But there was something deep within the core of your very being that seemed to yank you in one direction before leading you towards another.

All you could do was repeat a silent prayer that you hadn't said in years. Not since your mom died.

All you could do was pray to whatever higher being that could exist to let Jack still be alive when you find him.

Credits for the dividers i used go to poicelain and kgymz!! <3

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Heyo

I saw a line by Levi where he says "Asmo and I are brothers, so why did he get all the good stuff from the gene pool?" And I'm curious if he and Asmo were made similarly, but not twins like Belphie and Beel

I was gonna say like Michael, Mammon and Raphael but idk if it's fact or fiction if those three were made in the same image, hence why Mammon and Raph look alike and why Mammon was once learning from Michael

Pretty sure it's this

I think that's just kind of how adopted families work sometimes? In my experience, it's definitely how close groups of friends work sometimes

Even the twins aren't biologically related. They were created at the same time and so possibly share similar magic & a few features (their eyes) but other than that there's no genes involved

And about Mammon once learning from Michael & so possibly being made similarly like the twins;

• Michael & Mammon were possibly a similar deal to Simeon & Luke, and Lucifer and his siblings when he first took them in. And other than the twins there's no magical or """"biological"""" connection between them. So just because Mammon was once under Michael's wing I don't think they necessarily have such a connection?

• And about Raphael... I'm pretty sure that's because the devs straight up said they like that character design and have used it twice before in different games. But I like to think the in-game reason for the similarly is due to them being created close to each other with similar magic - not close or similar enough to be twins but instead to share some features

Also this is not that related but I really wanna talk about family in the Celestial Realm so...;

I don't think the Celestial Realm sees family the way the demons and humans do?

• Humans and (most?) Demons are born through biological reproduction. Whereas the angels are created by god but it seems like even though they throw around the term "brother" (simeon & lucifer, simeon & raphael) it doesn't mean the same thing. It doesn't necessarily mean family. For instance, if you consider the way Lucifer treats his brothers and even MC (whom he considers family) vs how he treats Simeon. He tends to treat Simeon closer to how he treats Diavolo & Barbatos - like a close friend but there's a distance there that isn't present with his family (he's more put together? with them than he is with his family)

• Even with Luke and Simeon - it's obvious to anyone looking that they're family. That Simeon treats Luke like a son, but they never even seem to consider that an option.

• Also given how easily Simeon & Luke are separated (or Mammon & Michael) the celestial realm probably doesn't see it as taking a child away from their parent but rather breaking an apprenticeship letting the learner move on to a more appropriate mentor

• I think Lucifer & his brothers were the odd ones out for creating a family unit and then sticking with it

[kit-williams]

Barn Anon. Tried my best but honestly? I'm not sure if I like how this one flows. Maybe it's because i've been staring at it for a few hours. Adding on to how you said they're prickly to others, I feel that maybe the Custodes would also be a bit of a human repellant to anyone that isn't their human.

You watch from the safety of your house as your golden companion effortlessly fights the feral fallen Blood Angel that had wandered too close to your house. Perhaps you should be afraid for your golden companion but you knew with a surety that you cannot describe that your golden companion would win.

You honestly don't remember when was the first time you met your golden companion, only that it wasn't long after that he followed you home after school. Once he knew where you lived things were set in stone. You never found an issue with his presence, even eventually coming around to calling him Odysseus. You blame your younger self's love of greek and roman mythology. He himself seemed happy enough with the name.

Creaking of wood followed by a loud crash and you peek out the window again. He had thrown the Blood Angel at a tree and broke the tree as a result. He's toying with the Blood Angel you realize, it makes sense you suppose, when was the last time you remembered him having someone or something he can let loose on? When he pulls the Blood Angel up, you offhandedly note the size difference between Odysseus and the Blood Angel. You never noticed until now that he's taller than normal Space Marines, or how he's stronger too.

Was this why your parents were so relieved when you asked to move out? Your parents weren't exactly comfortable with Space Marines but they weren't against them either. That didn't mean you never noticed that they were very unsettled when Odysseus first followed you home. Not that it bothered you. They were so nearly desperate for you to move out that they actually bought this house for you and Odysseus in the mountains.

A loud wet crunch sounds out. you look out to see Odysseus watching the Blood Angel limp away. The Blood Angel's clearly severely wounded and you have no doubt that he wouldn't live much longer. Odysseus' golden armour gleams under the sunlight, you rush down to the first floor to meet him. He was by the garden hose by the time you're down. A gentle order from him to sit at the bench while he washes off the blood and muck. You watch as the water turns a muddy red, handing him a scrub to get rid of the more stubborn bits of dirt on his armor. He laughs when you mention that you like seeing him win, he has a weird human though it's only right that a Custodes has a human that's not like the others isn't it?

They are certainly a human repellant

Probably won't do too many Custodes in the Space Marine Husbandry (YEAH THEY'RE SHOWING UP IN YANDERE) just like kinda how I've more or less decided against adding other human factions (I know I said there might be admech around but that's when I was still going back and forth) and lets be honest probably not gonna mess with Xeno races... I might play around with what its like owning tyranids but onto what you wrote.

You were jealous of how the relationship between others with their space marine went. You learned that Odysseus was of the Adeptus Custodes. He decided to talk to you suddenly and you learned he could talk! He did so when you talked to him when you were feeling so lonely and just begging for another voice to talk back you didn't care if you couldn't understand him you just were going mad with loneliness.

It felt more like you were owned by your Custodes verses the other way around and what Odysseus had said to you on the subject wasn't rather helpful. This Emperor was the only one who "owned" him so whoever that guy was owned your big guy... and he refused to say if that meant he owned you. He would just rustle your hair and chuckle warmly at you.

Getting food was a hassle as he carried you to the grocery store because no way in hell is he going to let you drive alone or let you leave him at home. Lucky for you with him by your side trips to and from town were rather quick even if you were buying stuff at the local level and no longer really able to drive to the Costco because there were too many Astartes there and the fact that he didn't like you driving without him.

Your poor car sat mostly unused you might have to get a heavy duty vehicle or see if there was a jetbike for him to use so you didn't have to be carried everywhere. He

[2030kamenriders]

Life update: accidentally landed myself in some kind of a Toshiki Inoue Drama situation, but I'm not sure where on the scale of Faiz to Donbrothers it lands. So instead, I'm gonna vague-post about it and then we can vote on it together like some kinda AITA post (but with Inoue shows instead. You'll see what I mean, hold on)

So!

(gestures next to me) this is Desk. Desk has been with sitting in my room for over 15 years, and is very reliable, helping me through various situations. Fun fact: it is a gift from an old family friend that passed away a few years ago. Other fun fact: it's the kind with the piece of wood that slides out for a keyboard, and the sliding parts are still perfectly intact (to be fair, I adjusted it near the start of the pandemic, so it's even better than new).

Anyway, when I had to rent a place this year for university reasons, my parents ended up getting me... a second desk. I insisted against this, but they insisted for it (our reasons will be obvious in a bit).

See, the place for rent is a small place. It doesn't fit a desk. I did the measurements before moving in and everything. (So already this is a source of stress rather than making my life easier.) So I've been keeping the desk in one of the emptier rooms for a while until some of the other tenants move in and out (lots of rearranging going on).

Mom and Dad kept insisting that maybe there was a chance that the desk would fit in once things settled down at the place (not in my room). Then Mom started saying stuff like "wouldn't it be nice to replace your desk at home? I mean, this one has drawers!" (Again, I don't want to. Desk 1 may be a bit worn-out here and there, but I like it and it does the job more than well enough.)

So I bring this up offhand at the place I'm staying. One of the other tenants brings up that they're looking for a desk. I figure that I may as well avoid the hassle of lifting Desk 2 into a vehicle and taking it back home, so I ask my parents and the landlady about it. Dad is chill with it. Mom isn't. Landlady says she'll move Desk 2 to the garage once all the tenants move in, and I can do what I want with it.

I go back home without the desk. Dad and I figure that Mom wouldn't mind. Sure enough, she hasn't brought it up (she's just happy I'm here for the weekend).

Now here's where things get complicated.

Before moving Desk 2 to the garage, it was in a room meant to rent out (the room I currently rent didn't have space for it, but a couple other rooms did. I was staying in one of those rooms before all the Rearranging).

(2030 why the heck did you move rooms?! Listen it's a complex situation and I'm trying to go with the flow. It's difficult and I have other things to worry about)

So. The turns out that, before moving the desk, the new tenant moving into that room (not the previous one, who was in the building before I got there) saw it and was like "oh neat."

And then the landlady was like "oh that's for someone else, but they're trying to figure out how to get rid of it."

And then this tenant was like "can I have it?"

So I get a text from the landlady being like "kid why didn't you take back the desk?"

And I was like "what?"

And then she explained this whole Dilemma I just explained right here. And then she brings up the following:

I can't physically give it to both of them

If I pick one then the other person will get upset, and the last thing the landlady or I want is a feud between tenants

If I really wanna get rid of it, I should probably state a price. On the one hand, maybe only one of them will be able to buy it, avoiding a feud. On the other hand, if I give it for free, the other person is gonna feel really upset.

However, according to her, it's just easier to take it back

Now you might be wondering "well 2030, why did you get this other desk in the first place?". And again I say: I didn't want it! I repeatedly said I didn't need it and couldn't bring it!

And finally, the cherry on top: the desk doesn't even come with a chair. We did get a chair, but I promised my brother to give him the chair long before any of the other tenants knew about the desk.

With that all being said:

[themultifandomgal]

Antonio- Meeting Him

I arrive at Mollys to meet my brothers Jay and Will, same dad different moms. I haven't long moved to Chicago to be with my brothers after my mom passed away recently.

Seeing my brothers sat a table, I approach now noticing a few other people

"Here she is. Severide, Dawson this is YN" Will says standing up and giving me a hug

"Hey" I greet him and Jay who also give me a hug. I look at the other two guys "hi it's nice to meet you"

"Like wise, Jay and Will have told us a lot about you. Kelly Severide" Kelly stands up and shakes my hand

"Antonio Dawson" Antonio also shakes my hand. I sit in between my brothers. Jay nudges a glass of coke towards me

"Thanks"

"Jay told us your a teacher. What year?" Antonio asks

"Kindergarten so age 5"

"30 5 year olds in one room, no thank you" Kelly shudders at the thought

"They're not that bad. It's the parents you have to watch" I chuckle "so do either of you have kids?"

"No" Kelly shakes his head

"I've got two. Boy and girl. Have you?"

"No. Never found the right guy I guess"

"I'll drink to that one" Jay mutters lifting up his drink to take a sip

"Hey my relationships haven't been that bad" I nudge Jay

"Errr yeah they have. There was Jake-the deadbeat, then Alfie- the drug dealer..."

"Woah ok I didn't know and as soon as I found out I broke it off. Anyway we weren't that serious" I shrug

"Don't forgot Dan. God he was the worst" Will says "you know, she rang me in anger because Dan stole her money. Had to ring Jay"

"Ahh so you were the stolen purse case Jay left us a week for"

"Guilty" I give Antonio a smile "fine ok my relationships have sucked, that's why I'm having a new start here and not dating for a long ass time"

"Yeah yeah, your like your brother there" Will nods towards Jay "you see a hot guy and you can't keep away. Like a moth to a flame"

"She just needs the right guy to tame her" Kelly says

"Don't even think about it" Jay points at his friend. I roll my eyes at my brother being over protective.

The hours tick by and before I know it, it's now Saturday morning and I have had far too much to drink

"I'm gonna have to call a taxi. Will Christopher be ok with me leaving my car here?" I ask standing up on wobbling legs

"He'll be fine about it. Would rather you get home safely" Kelly shrugs

"Well thank you for the drinks, but I'm super tired"

"Don't worry about it"

"Let me give you a lift home. I've not drank" Antonio offers

"No it's ok, don't worry..."

"I insist. I know your brothers would feel happier knowing that you got home safely by an officer than worry about you in a taxi on your own"

"Ok. Thank you" I give into Antonio.

Slipping into Antonio's car I rest my head on the window, tiredness starting to win the battle to try and stay awake

"Your seats are comfy" I mutter. I hear Antonio chuckle next to me "will your wife mind that your dropping me off?"

"No wife. Divorced"

"Oh. I'm sorry I didn't mean..."

"It's ok, well now it is. For a while I wasn't allowed to see my kids. Things have gotten better"

"I'm glad things are better. I've worked with some parents who don't get along and it puts a strain of the kids. Sometimes it just takes time for divorced parents to figure out how to work" I realise I've probably been talking out of place so I apologise to which Antonio tells me not to be silly. We arrive outside my tiny house, I turn to look at Antonio and smile "thank you for the lift"

"Don't worry about it. I'll get someone to drop your car off for you tomorrow"

"Jays on my insurance, ask him"

"Ok. Goodnight YN"

"Goodnight Antonio" I exit the car and walk to my front door, noticing that Antonio hasn't left yet. Once I find my house keys and open the door I turn around to give him a wave. I lock the door behind me and that's only when Antonio leaves I assume making sure I'm safe.

[krikeymate]

In the werewolf au

What if Christina was actually a werewolf and tara just didnt get the gene? Or because of her size she is unable to wolf out/shift?

One night on the full moon christina comes to their house and she grabs tara and obviously tara cant fend off a huge werewolf so she starts getting carried by the scruff and shes trying to take tara home after abandoning her because she couldn’t wolf out. Sam comes and tries to stop christina and they fight and tara is so small compared to them that she ends getting hurt in the process. Sam is able to scare Christina away and when she looks down she sees her little sisters body in her barely conscious state….

(This doesn’t go with my ask but imagine if tara is eventually able to shift into her wolf form but because of her size shes looks just like a small wolf pup 🥺)

Listen, listen... late-bloomer Tara. I already have a plan for fangs for the support - yeah you fuckers never offered anything better so the name has stuck now, way to let me down guys 😞 - but this is SO GOOD that actually now I'm making a split timeline ALREADY. It probably differed enough that I could give it a whole other name but I'm just gonna split it A and B.

-

Tara has always been a poor excuse for a wolf.

Most wolves transform by the time they're 5. Sam was 3. At 8 years old, Tara hasn't shown a single sign of transforming. No claws, nor fangs, not a single extra hair on her body. Her nails are blunt and her teeth are dull, her eyesight is ordinary and her hearing is poor. I mean, she has asthma for Selene's sake. What sort of wolf has asthma? None. Except Tara.

Tara's not a wolf at all, she knows, no matter how much Sam tries to convince her otherwise. With every full moon that passes, her mother gets angrier, her father gets more distant. The other kids won't play with her anymore, because only pack can play with pack, and if you're not a wolf, you're not pack.

They drill it into them over and over in their lessons. Only wolves are pack, no humans allowed. Humans are threats. Tara asks her father once what happens if a cub never transforms, and he laughs and tells her that all wolves transform by the light of the moon eventually, there are none that don't. He tells her not to worry, and that her own mother had been a late bloomer herself. She had been 7! That was a year ago. He looks at her suspiciously now, like she's done something wrong, like she wouldn't give anything to be normal.

There's another full moon tonight, Tara doesn't even bother joining her family downstairs. She doesn't want to see Sam's sad pitying eyes, or her parent's angry glares as they're reminded their daughter is a freak of nature.

She's drawing a picture for Sam - Sam always brings her something back from the moon-runs, and she wants to have something to give to Sam for a change - when she hears the growling from behind her.

It's her father.

Tara's never been scared of her father before, but something about the way he's looking at her makes her slip off her desk chair and back away.

"Dad," she calls out. "Why aren't you outside?"

The wolf takes another step forward, Tara takes another step back. In a flash the wolf leaps at her, and Tara drops to the floor, rolling onto her side. Her father's jaw snaps at her twice before attaching itself to her shoulder.

It hurts like nothing she's ever experienced before. Her chest begins to tighten as she begs him to let go, tears beginning to fall.

He takes no notice, dragging her from the room. He's so tall her feet hardly brush against the floor. It's all she can do to walk in tandem to reduce the pain.

He drags her through the house, out into the garden and through the gate at the back of the fence, left open for the full moon. He takes her deep into the woods behind their home and throws her to the ground in a moonlit clearing. He lunges and she scrambles further away, into the centre.

At the other side she can see her mother and sister. Sam tries to move forward but her mother nudges her back with a growl. Sam lets out a confused whine.

While she's distracted, her father leaps forward and clamps his jaw around her leg. Tara thinks she hears a crunch, but she can't hear much over the sound of her own scream. The next thing she knows, a paw is swooping down at her face, and she barely manages to raise her arms to protect it. She feels hot breath against her neck, and then it's gone.

Tara struggles to breathe through the pain. Her hands become slippery with blood as she curls up. It drips into her eyes as she tries to peer through her blurry vision to figure out what's going on. She wonders if they left her here to die.

As she breathes deep, her hearing comes back to her, and she learns she's not alone after all. She can hear growling and barking, a yelp. There's the sound of fighting in the distance.

Tara wants to move, to get up, but the pain is too great. All she can do is lie there crying, curled up and shivering in the cold.

Eventually, the noises stop with a howl, and a nose brushes against her neck. She can't help the whimper that escapes her. The wolf responds with a whine of their own, tongue darting out to lick at her shoulder wound.

They nudge at her arms, rolling her onto her back, and when Tara peeks through her hands it's her sister's familiar amber eyes above her.

Her tears begin to fall faster, a sob escaping her lips as she reaches up to grab at Sam's neck. The wolf laps at her tears, nuzzling against her. The warmth of Sam's body on hers keeps the chill night air at bay, and she finally begins to feel safe. It leaves her exhausted.

Sam pulls her up by her teeshirt, fangs tearing through the material, and pulls her to the side. Tara finds she can't stand on her injured leg, the pain of trying unbearable. The wolf crouches down with a bark, tail wagging so Tara understands what she's telling her to do. Tara climbs onto Sam's back and wraps her arms around her neck. They used to do this all the time, until last year when her parents said Sam had to spend the moons with the pack now, that she couldn't spend all her time babysitting Tara.

Sam stands up and takes her home.

[acesofspadess]

Live {2}

summary: after a silly little comment on Niall's live, who would've thought it bring you...well here....

a/n: so the drama begins.....

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“I choose Kelly.”

6 March, 2023

“Hi my name is Maia Quinn, i am 22 years old, and i'm from Dublin Ireland, but am currently living in LA”

Throughout the next 3 years, you released an EP titled ‘Live’ . It was an homage to the thing that really kicked off your career, the live with Niall. Niall had followed you and liked a few of your posts for the months after that, joining some of your lives and having small banter. But in reality, you hadn't had any interaction with him since. You texted him back and it was never answered for almost 3 years. It seemed it had all been forgotten, which you knew would probably happen. 

“I was born in Dublin, and later on moved when I was 5 to a small town. Coming from a well known small town doesn't really do much for you in the long run. I was constantly told I would never be a singer. That just because I was from where I was from didn't mean that I would go ‘hollywood’. That really does quite a toll on a young kid just finding out what her dreams are.”

The clip showed you walking down a hallway to the stage.

“Being here on The Voice today is to prove to me and all the young little girls that are told they can't do it, that they can if they want to. And that's what really matters.”

Next artist is walking on stage

“I can feel this one. They're gonna be good.” Niall whispered to his co-judges. 

You raised the mic to your lips and made yourself get lost in the music.

Summer after high school when we first met We make out in your Mustang to Radiohead And on my 18th birthday we got matching tattoos

The audience cheered slightly and you let the nerves dissipate

Used to steal your parents' liquor and climb to the roof

You opened your eyes as you heard the turn of a chair and saw Kelly looking at you

Talk about our future like we had a clue Never planned that one day, I'd be losing you In another life

You watched Kelly stand up and you felt all the nerves come back

I would be your girl We keep all our promises Be us against the world In another life I would make you stay So I don't have to say You were the one that got away The one that got away

You waited for your next part and saw the next chair turn…

Niall

You closed your eyes and continued.

Cause i now i pay the price

You held that note letting it merge into the next

In another life I would make you stay

You opened your eyes to see Niall singing softly with you and you quickly looked away

So I don't have to say You were the one that got away The one that got away

When you finished you turned around to let yourself not freak out and turned back around to face the judges. “I know you.” Niall spoke when the audience died down and you knew the look of shock and betrayal flashed over your features before you smiled and laughed awkwardly. “Wait what? How?” Kelly questioned from her chair. “I sang a cover of one of his songs on live once.” the audience cheered and you looked down. 

“Wow, that's crazy!” Kelly gasped. “Well tell us who you are.” Chance spoke up. “Im Maia Quinn, I'm 22 and I'm from Dublin, Ireland, but now live here in LA” the audience cheered and you saw Nialls smile falter. 

“Wait you have this small speaking voice and this giant singing voi- what just happened?” you laughed and apoligised before Niall spoke up. “I love voices with so much, like, character like you've got. It was incredible to see you up there after all this time, what 3 years?” you nodded softly trying not to let any feelings from the past show. “Watching you hit these powerful notes and seeing how much improvement you've gotten in 3 years, and still being so young is incredible.”

You thanked him as he kept going. “I can see you're nervous, gripping with two hands. But I've been there before, shaking on a stage. But you are gonna grow so much in this competition and I can't wait to see it first hand.”

You thanked him again and turned to Kelly as she spoke. “Hi Maia!” 

“Hi Kelly!” 

“Okay your beautiful eyes were closed, but i turned around like way before him.” she pointed to Niall and you laughed “and I was like okay, I don't know if that's nerves or if it's her just really loving this message and wanting to be the vessel for it. You had me in the beginning, when it was a beautiful whisper as for how you were sounding, and then it, like, exploded in the chorus. And i am great at teaching vocalist, like breath control, bubbling before you get out there, like really making sure that you are solid with your vocal ability, that by the time you get out, your not nervous. But I'm just a really big fan of your voice.”

You and Kelly both saw Blake pass papers to Niall and Kelly scolded them. “Kelly can't coach nerves. She admits it.” Niall read and everyone laughed as she confirmed it. Niall talked to you and praised you a little more, “truly has been a battle to death here.” Blake spoke up sarcastically as Niall and Kelly had gone back and forth praising each other. “Maia, who do you pick to be your coach?”

You were confused to say the least. You head was screaming Niall, but your heart was feeling heartbreak. You knew Niall would lead you down the right path, but you didn't want to be left at a fork in the road alone again.

“I choose Kelly.”

@youcan-nolonger-run @luxiorchive @maeflowers653 @ravenclawdirectioner

[bunnybananasims]

Get to Know You: Sims Style

Thank you so much for the tag @polygonbeach!!! This is a very long one, so I'm gonna cut this text post. Just sit back, relax, and happy reading!

What’s your favorite Sims death?

Probably Old Age because I love it when my Sims have fully lived their lives before passing away :) The other one I like is Electrocution because the Sims look so funny 😂

Alpha CC or Maxis Match?

Maxis Match all the way.

Do you cheat your Sims' weight?

I don't. I only make them work out if they roll a want to work out or increase their athletic skill, and/or if they receive an athletic-related opportunity.

Do you move objects?

Yes, sometimes.

Favorite Mod?

I have many faves, it's hard to choose 😅 probably the More Entry Points, Business as Unusual Bistro by Ani and almost all mods from @simsi45. I also love the custom weather presets from @pudding-parade and lighting mods from @brntwaffles

First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?

The Sims 3: World Adventures

Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing?

aLIVE.

Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?

Juliet Capulet (yes I know, very original name haha but not really based on the famous character. I was in my huge R&J phase when I created her & her parents)

Have you made a Simself?

Just once, because I'm not good with CAS and it's my least favorite play style haha

Which is your favorite EA hair color?

Black, Brunette, Ginger, Blonde

Favorite EA hair?

The one Juliet has, from The Sims 3: Supernatural and the female hairs from Roaring Heights

Favorite life stage?

Young Adults / Adults

Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?

Gameplay, but I also build sometimes if my save needs it 😂

Are you a CC creator?

No

Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?

Yes, and they're all amazing and so creative

Do you have any Sims merch?

Official? None. I have a mug that I won from a Twitter giveaway, though 😁

Do you have a YouTube for Sims?

None

How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?

Sims style, meaning CAS style, the Sims themselves? I'm not really sure what to say 🤣🤣🤣 My style has always been a mixture of retro and modern, and largely based on the Sims' personalities themselves. If they're premades, I have always based their outfits/makeovers on their original look, just enhance it and put my twist on them, still considering their personalities. I also look for real-life inspiration online. I guess what I can say has really changed is that I became more adventurous with using colors and patterns on their outfits, and doing more mix-and-matching. In terms of portrait presentation, it has changed, from a minimalist wall to a more appropriate, lively, colorful background.

Who’s your favorite CC creator?

I have a lot of faves (see my resources page 😂) Just on top of my head:

@nectar-cellar

@faerielandsims

@agnelid

@ninaaposts

@joojconverts

@poisonfireleafs

@rollo-rolls

@madraynesims

@xiasimla

@sweetdevil-sims

@wanderingsimsfinds

@enable--llamas

@carversims

@pandelabs

How long have you had Simblr?

Since December 2019

How do you edit your pictures?

In Photoshop, I increase brightness and vibrance of my photos, then use Topaz Clean to smoothen the edges 😁

What expansion / game pack is your favorite?

This is a hard one. I love almost all of TS3 EPs. For the first place, it's a tie between Ambitions, Late Night and University Life for me.

I tag @fishcemetery, @arielovessims, @treason-and-plot, @getboolpropped, @nonrevsims, @plumbob95, @tsims, @nectar-cellar, @happy-lemon, @mystic-hysteria, @mystery-pixels, @madraynesims and anyone who wants to do this!

[frogmanfae]

Screams excitedly those are two of my fave livesies too!!

What are your headcanons for them?

Ooh ok ok ok I'm gonna section this

Elmer

Canon era

This isn't original but he has a cat who's the ugliest thing ever but he loves it so much

Big family, lots of siblings, raised by a single dad in over his head (this might be canon)

Almost completely illiterate. He learned the alphabet and that's about as far as he's been able to get. Buttons reads the headline to him every day and has tried to teach him but not much has actually stuck

Buttons is his best friend fs

He's definitely close with Spot Conlon. Someone told me that they think they're half brothers and I can't figure out if I like that or if I think they're a teeny bit in love. I think it depends on the context.

Elmer is Elmer in Manhattan but sometimes he sells in Brooklyn and he's Graves. The only one who knows he's both of these people is Race, who finds it extremely funny whenever someone else says something about Graves in Manhattan or Elmer in Brooklyn

First generation Polish American who's fluent in the Polish language. Because of this, he's good friends with Davey (a Polish immigrant) and he asks him about the country a lot. They both find it pretty refreshing to be able to speak the language and talk about Poland with someone they aren't related to.

Raised in a very religious setting, but once he started selling papers he used it as an excuse to escape the church (religious trauma)

Hides his feelings. If he has to cry he holds it in until night. He usually spends those nights on the street so his siblings don't hear and no body in the lodging house asks

He's on the younger side of the newsies. Either the youngest of the oldest or the oldest of the youngest

He's trying to provide for his family but he's often largely unsuccessful. Not because he's bad at selling or anything, but because a dime doesn't go as far with 9 people to feed

Modern Era

A lot of the canon era stuff carries over (the ugly cat, big family, Buttons, religious trauma, hiding his feelings...)

He really likes Spiderman. Like a lot.

His family isn't the most accepting in terms of his queerness but they could definitely be worse. They kind of just don't acknowledge it most of the time.

He likes to paint his nails. Or rather get his nails painted. Usually Buttons or Jojo does it, but the first time someone painted his nails it was his older sister before she moved out. His favorite color to do is pink but it's more often black so nobody makes a comment because he doesn't want to deal with it

He's one of those fluffy hair boys for sure

He likes experimenting with makeup, nothing too dramatic, but some shiny eyeshadow, some eyeliner (he hasn't been able to do a wing yet) a little bit of lip gloss.. He really likes blush tho, he wears it as often as he can

His sister got him a skirt as a joke and he's only ever put it on once to try. He doesn't love it and he's never worn it after that, but if he's going to a party he might consider it and not go through with it

Despite what literally everyone thinks, man can hold his liquor

He has glasses

He likes chunky jewelry. He has two piercings in each ear that he usually wears black studs and small black hoops in. He wants to get more piercings when he can, but that's it for now

Mountain Dew addict

Or pineapple Fanta addict

Both probably

He plays the flute and the guitar, but most people only know about the flute

He knows flower language. He and Sarah get together at least once a month to talk about flowers

Big over the ear headphones

So easily eepy, man can sleep anywhere no matter the conditions

He struggles a lot with his mental health, but he started to get help and talk more about it when he was nearing the end of high school

Finch

Canon era

Steals Specs's glasses more often than anyone realizes

He has a little sister but hasn't seen her since he ran away

He didn't really mean to run away, but he got into an argument with his parents one night and he stormed out. He got caught up in something and wound up in the Refuge for 6 months. After he got out, he couldn't bring himself to go back. He had just spent half a year getting tortured and degraded and if he went home and his parents were still mad (especially now that he had gotten arrested and disappeared for so long) he wouldn't have been able to handle it. So he never tried

He's actually really good at gambling. Like really good. Most of the time he's not even trying. It drives Race insane

He's close friends with Albert and he might have some more than platonic feelings about him, but he's not entirely sure because he has the same feelings about other people (Crutchie) so it might just be good friend feelings (is it tho?)

He lovesss some good word play

He won't often go out and make trouble himself, but he definitely follows people into trouble a lot

Modern Era

Again, some of this carries over (stealing Specs's glasses, confusing feelings about his friends, word play, following people into trouble...)

He's really close with his sister. She's several years younger than him, but she's his whole world

His parents are divorced and he lives with his dad most of the time, but his mom is still very present in his life

He doesn't do anything to his hair. Like he doesn't even brush it most of the time. Just shampoo and conditioner. It makes Race so pissed that his curls aren't all over the place

Archery 100℅

He doesn't excel in school but he's a straight B student (with the occasional C in math)

He doesn't play hockey, but he does watch it when it's on TV

He knows how to braid, mostly because of his sister. Not just normal braids either, several types of braids. Fishtail, Dutch, French, bubble, all of the above

He's kind of quiet in class, but not so much when he's with his friends

Not a whole lot really bothers him. He's the guy all his friends come to when they're upset

[areislol]

I heard you were asking for angst ideas, and I might have one. Not the super in your face angsty stuff, but something that can hit just as hard imo

Someone mentioned a spoiled bratty sister as an add-on to the abuse parents idea, so may I present to you an add-on to the add-on: protective older sibling (perhaps a brother to even things out). In my head, this brother would be the exact opposite of bratty sister, probably older than both the sister and MC, and he probably goes through the same BS that MC has to with their parents (oldest sibling disease is no joke that boy is probably burnt out and neglected and still would take the brunt of it for MC's sake). They probably leaned on each other a lot growing up until the brother left or moved away for one reason or another. This is where the angst comes in: due to him leaving MC to fend for themselves, this would lead to abandonment and trust issues, which MC could project onto the cast. Doesn't want them to leave her but doesn't want to rely on them in case they do.

This would also leave the door open for this brother to come back into MC's life. I imagine he's very protective of them and clocks the cast's mild yandere red flags a mile away lol In my head he'd try to convince MC to correct their behavior like they're cats in desperate need of a spray bottle - that or he'd just call them out himself. And this would add tension to everyone because no way is the cast gonna be cool with this guy getting in the way even if he's just trying his best, but at the same time they can't be nearly as mean to him as they might be to the bratty sister because MC actually really cares about him and missed him a lot.

I know there's a LOT of different moving parts and ideas and thoughts I kinda just spewed into this. These were actually ideas I had for my own Creator AU reverse isekai (inspired by you!!) that I know will never see the light of day lol so go wild! Take what you want, adjust how you see fit! Maybe MC fits more as the oldest and deserves the oldest child disease instead lmao or maybe there is no sister or he never left- I could literally go on forever I'm gonna stop now lmaooo can't wait to see more from you! And even if you don't end up using any of these ideas, hopefully, I helped get the creative juices flowing!

PS. if you got a very similar ask from me like 2 hours ago, I typed one up and then the screen died I have no idea if it sent or not so here's another one just in case lol

oh my days this is AMAAZING HOLY WHAT??? i read ALL of this and i love so much, especially the older brother idea!! i've always wanted an overprotective older brother but you know, I AM THE OLDEST LMAO

i could def see reader's older brother coming to visit her once a couple of months since you know, money, he wishes he could visit you every day/week but since his job is so far away, problems you know.

i love this idea sm i will definenetly make a chapter out of this for sure!! i'll give you credits as well don't worry <3 i enjoyed this idea sonmuchcs i'm going to DEVOUR it.

and if you ever decide to start a reverse isekai'd series/fic please tell me!! i would love to read it and reblog the shit out of it <3 with this idea i can conclude that if you ever do start a reverse isekai'd fic your ideas are going to be AMAZING!!! trust me, if you really want to it and your brain is flooding with ideas i would say start a draft! and if you end up liking it then maybe start thinking of actually publishing it.

if you dont mind me asking.. if you got some more ideas, angst or not, i would love to hear it from you!! again, thank you so much for this i enjoyed your ideas so much!!

take care anon <3

[deerdeardarling]

Juno & Samir

For those that haven't seen my first post about these two; they are my kbdn twins

This is gonna be just one big post about some ideas and tidbits for the both of them

Due to timeline purposes; Juno and Samir and this version of SV exist in an alt version of the Chosen au until future notice

Both of their names mean "youth"! (Well. Kinda; Samir's is closer to jovial but to-may-to to-ma-to)

They were both born and raised in Galar for at least the first decade of their lives. Once they turned 13 however was when Leon & Raihan decided they would spend the school year in Paldea; since then both their parents wouldn't be busy with the galar gym challeng

A big factor for why the family left for paldea. How maybe when the twins were young; Leon and Rai kept them out of the spotlight as much as they possibly could. Even on the rare chancr they have them in public they're always carrying them, or have them shielded/riding one of their pokemon. That is until they get too old and big to do those things (around 8 or so), and one day whilst walking into Wyhdon stadium; Samir got pulled by the arm from some reporter (either an intern that didnt know what he was doing, or a senior reporter that doesn't care) either way "Chairman's Charizard Charges Reporter" made headlines within the next 15 hours of the incident.

Nothing actually bad happened. Physically. Doesn't mean that the couple didn't immideatly start looking for a "vacation" home somewhere. And for Samir to recount this to Arven when asked why he moved to Paldea

Leon probably has nightmares about Hop and Zacian and the whole chosen thing; and how anxious he is over his two kids. Even though from what everyone (other champions that are close to chosens, other chosens themselves, Hop), it's very rare for there to be multiple chosens in the same family (the only example I can think of right now is of Dawn and Selene being sisters)

From afar, both boys look almost exactly like Raihan as a kid (aside from one obvious thing); but up close you'll notice the plethora of freckles on Juno's face and on Samir's forearms, and how their noses are more like rounded than sharp, and the most obvious is how they got Leon's striking gold eyes. (They will. Most likely, end up with Rai's height; making Leon the shortest of the family)

(Probably around the time of SV) Samir would be the one to ask why Leon and Hop aren't close anymore (they are still close. Not as close since HKA; and Hop's constantly away from doing both professor & chosen work)

Yaknow what I wasn't going to make ths canon; but considering how much I am going to get lost in this game I might as well give Juno Leon's direction blindness (Samir will be saved)

He prolly doesnt end up on the other side of the region like Leon did/does but he does get lost pretty bad (Juno and Leon share the lie of "taking the scenic route" whenever they're lost)

Juno is always over prepared (like the type to not use any items in battles "cause I might need it later!") Samir is always under prepared but he makes it out fine with type match ups and quick thinking

Also. No one knows that Juno and Samir are Leon's kids(aside from Clavell). Cause they just haven't told anyone. They mostly refer to their Da' and Baba as veteran trainers (which they kinda are) and it isn't until end game when Lee & Rai come to the school to. asset the situation; and Nemona immideatly notices

Both boys don't really want to be champion (which their fathers are in full support of); it's not that they don't want to be established trainers. Just not champions (mostly all the responsibilities it has, which is why Juno's more interest in the champion-rank in Paldea)

Okay that's all I can think of rn; if I think of anymore I'll reblog with them