#i think it would be very funny if he could cart them all around in tamagotchis

[bastardlybonkers]

feetman

[icewindandboringhorror]

Lineup of all of the characters that appear long enough to need a visual representation of them in the game lol

[teaboot]

I love your post about being a security guard. Would you please tell us about some of the cool people you meet at work?

Ooooh I can do that!

One time on foot patrol I got called to talk to a guy who had his pet off-leash, right? And there's a pretty big road nearby, and some restaurants, so I head over to see if I can convince him to leash what I believe to be his dog before it runs into a diner or humps the wrong leg or gets clipped or whatever

But I get there. And I see the guy, he's exactly as described, but there's no dog nearby so I'm kinda confused

But then I see his parrot

And I'm trying to keep a straight face when I get there but I'm in uniform and he sees me and stops and the three of us (me, him, parrot) kind of just stare at each other

And I dont know what to say, I have not been trained for this, and I'm trying to figure out if this is even a problem or not, so I just tell the guy, "I'm gonna be real with you man, this is a new one for me".

And to his credit the dude was actually very kind and polite, introduced me to the bird and all. Little fella made some *frighteningly intelligent* eye contact with me the whole time, of course.

Anyways it turns out the bird was about sixteen years old and smarter than me, so I told them they were both above my pay grade and were good to go as long as they didn't go into any eating establishments, since technically it'd be a contamination risk.

VERY cool afternoon.

Also another time a very cheerful woman claimed she could read auras and told me mine was yellow, and I got to tell her that yellow was my favourite colour, which was cool!

And one night I was on mall duty and I found six teenagers all crammed into one of those 25-cent kiddie rides shaped like a school bus, which was hilarious, but I had to tell 'em "I am so sorry, this is the best thing I've seen all day, but I do need yall outta there, I love you all" (the ride things have weight limits and break down constantly, it's a pain in the ass.)

Aw shit, this other time I found two teen boys pushing each other in a shopping cart- and they were having such a great time, I felt so bad, it's exactly the kind of shit my brothers would do- and I think that one was like "sorry guys, liabilities, do it where I can't see you".

And this one probably shouldn't be funny but there was this guy with a bike, right? Belligerent, abusive towards staff, falling-down drunk, you know? And I was supposed to get him out of the building, but instead when I asked him to make his way out he jumped onto the bike and started riding around me in circles shouting "WHORE! WHORE! WHOOOOOOOORE!"

Same guy, the day that I first met him, he was peeing at a payphone- I asked him for his name and he straightened up, put his shoulders back, and said with all confidence, "My name is Donald Finkley and I take it up the butt!"

His name was not Donald Finkley. The real Donald Finkley was someone he just didn't like very much

[furbynurby]

Wearing Mischief

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Summary: You may have treated yourself to a new set of lingerie—Loki themed lingerie… this is ridiculous.

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: 18+ | Dom!Loki/Sub!Reader, Dirty talk, Light BDSM, Vaginal Sex, Oral (Fem Recieving), Masturbation, Spanking

Okay, this was embarrassing. Too embarrassing. It was just last week, you were scrolling on your phone when an ad had popped up. Specifically for lingerie. Were you single? Yes, but you wanted to treat yourself. Clicking on it you had realized quite quickly that it was a new themed release, on the Avengers, no doubt.

At first you found it quite funny. Scrolling through the patriotic Captain America themed lingerie to Hulks signature purple and green themed. That was until you saw his. Loki’s. It was gorgeous, no question. It was themed in his signature colors; green, gold, and black. The brassiere was delicately designed, the embroidered lace resembling florals, with snakes encompassing them. A golden pendant –Loki’s helmet– sat in the middle crevice of the bra, holding the thin golden chains that ran down to your waist, before coming back up and meeting the back. The panties were much the same, deep emerald green, and two thin gold chains connecting from hip to hip. The lingerie was soft, and not too uncomfortable to wear. It was stunning.

The price may have been a little hefty, 120$, are they crazy!?, but it took only a few seconds for you to place it in your cart to order. Gosh that was stupid. Why would you do that, who would you even wear that for, you thought. Plus you and Loki were friends, or you would like to think as such. You weren’t close, by all means but he wasn’t very close with anyone. You were probably acquaintances at most in Loki's mind. When you did catch Loki in a good mood your conversations were pleasant enough, and left you wanting to know more of him. But he didn’t seem to give in that easily.

Sighing you shook the nerves off of you, you had decided not dwell on it. Quickly even forgetting that you had bought it in the first place. However just as the week rolled by Tony Stark had waltzed right up to you on the common floor, holding the package in his arm, along with another smaller one. Probably for himself.

“Hey kid, saw that you ordered something for yourself. You never ship to the tower. Whatcha’ buy?”

You immediately flushed, grabbing the package out his arms quickly. No one could read your mind here, or at least had the decency not to. However it still scared you to no end that someone knew what you had in there, and were about to exploit it everyone. Okay that probably won’t happen, but you never know.

“It’s nothing Tony, just some new clothes I bought myself. I’ve been needing to upgrade my wardrobe a little bit, my stuff is uh… kind of out of fashion… yeah.” You said waving a hand in front of you, an awkward half smile plastered on your face. You quickly turn around, not noticing the weird look Nat gives you from the other side of the room before turning to leave to your floor.

“Well, what was that?” Tony said, a bit stunned from the interaction.

“Probably a new vibrator she’s embarrassed about.” Nat said, releasing a puff of air before turning back to the tv.

And that’s what brings you to here, you standing in front of your mirror endowed in nothing but the lingerie you had bought yourself, and some gold jewelry to go with it. Before you also touched up your face, just some light makeup. Not to be so self-absorbed, but you did look great-hot, even.

Posing in front of the mirror time and time again you were starting to get a little turned on. Well, what are you kidding? You were practically dripping on the carpet. Well fuck, the scenarios running through your head a mile a minute were not helping.

What if… you stood on your knees, gazing at yourself in the mirror. Your hands caressed the soft silks, admired the intricate lace, and your stood nipples erect from the gold chains swaying slightly. You imagined it, a faceless man behind you gripping your thigh while the other hand grasps your throat. It made you clench at just the thought of it. Then it switched, you on your knees, maybe getting spanked… yeah definitely getting spanked, punished for being such a dirty girl.

“Oh yes,” you whimpered as you traced the folds of your pussy, the lace soaked from arousal. Glancing at the mirror one more time you noticed the slightly dangling golden glint on the brassiere, it was a charm of Loki’s helmet. You had almost forgotten that this was his, you don’t even know how because once you realized the scene had switched again.

Before you knew it you were scrambling up on your knees to the side of your bed, scavenging through the end table, quickly grabbing your favorite vibrator tor before making your way back to the same spot as before. Not without bringing a pillow with you. You sat back, closing your eyes letting the daydream encompass you.

You were sitting in between his leathered covered legs- you might have a thing for Loki decked out in his armor- as he caresses you from behind, your head in the crook of his neck, his tousled black hair tickling your cheekbones. You imagined his natural minty scent, mixed with his favorite woody cologne. You sat in front of the mirror, watching his every move. His long pale fingertips traveled up your ribs to your breast, groping them harshly, teasing your nipples, while you simultaneously teased yours. One of his hands left and traveled down to your aching pussy. Pushing your panties aside, your- his fingers gently stroked your lips before teasing your clit.

“Such a dirty slut, all dressed up, just for me.” He purred in your ear, pressing down on your clit just a little firmer.

“Is this what you want to be known as, Loki’s whore, always parading around in my colors to let them know who you belong to,” he chuckled, you could almost feel the vibration of it. You choked up a moan, releasing your fantasy for no more than a second when you heard the buzz of your vibrator turn on.

“Just look at you, your pussy is practically begging for me to touch it. All red and swollen, wanting, waiting for me to release you of your woes.” You whimpered at that.

You, he, continued to play with your folds and breasts as your vibe pulsed around your clit. Raising the intensity of your vibrator you basically screamed, you were so close.

“Fuck, come for me, my sweet,” his voiced faded in your head as your moans took over. You arched your back against the wooden bedframe, the rumbling of your vibrator overtook your senses.

“Fuck, yes- yes! Loki please!” You were close, so fucking close, right at the edge about to be tipped off-

“Now, this, I did not expect.”

You nearly screamed, choking up a gasp of shock before you scrambled anywhere, everywhere, for something to conceal you with. Your blankets on your bed were just too far, so you settled on the pillow behind you, yanking it from underneath to hide from him. You flush at your vibrator still buzzing on the floor, scooting slightly to where you tossed it and shut it off.

“Loki!”

“What in god's name were you doing?” He rose a dark brow, almost tauntingly as he stalked forward, you might’ve been so shocked your senses had gone blank, for all you could focus on was the slight taps his boot gave off as he stepped closer. His face might’ve been completely stoic if it wasn't for the hint of mischief resting in his eyes, and his very slightly upturned lip.

“I mean, here I was, just moments before thinking you were in some dire peril, and that you had called out to me for help,” he stopped, just a few feet ahead of you. He was close enough now you noticed the scratches on his face, he was wearing his full battle armor. He must have just gotten back from a mission. “However, you started chanting my name, like a prayer, it ran so smooth off your tongue I couldn’t help but want to hear more.”

“Tell me darling,” he chuckled, “what have you been doing?”

Your face flushed, you could practically see the steam coming off your cheeks in flares. This might’ve been a game for him, nothing more than something to pass the time, but you couldn’t help but be drawn in. Wanting more. So you played along. You opened your mouth to answer, seemingly more turned on than before, but your tongue ran dry.

His jaw clenched, his eyes flashed over you once more, “answer me.”

You swallowed down your nerves, this is unbelievable. “…I was touching myself.”

“To whom?”

“To you,” you buried your head into the pillow.

“Naughty girl,” he smirked, kneeling down next to you, grabbing the pillow off your lap before tossing it somewhere behind him. “Now what, pray tell, are you wearing?”

“I bought it, it’s… styled around you.”

“I can tell,” he growled, reaching over to gently caress the pendant between his fingers. “With this on you might as well have come to me and thrown yourself to my feet. Were you trying to capture my attention? Because you have it.” His eyes clouded over with lust as he took in your form.

You whimpered, his hand moved from the pendant to your face, taking your chin within his hand, his gaze so searing you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

“Were you expecting me to walk in on you, to find you in such a brazen state that all I could think to do is fuck you there, to lay my claim on you?” You kept your eyes fixed on the floor. He growled, his grip on your chin tightening, “look at me when I speak to you. Is this what you wanted, do you want me to own you, pet?”

You couldn’t help but moan at that, squeezing your legs together for some long awaited release. You nod.

“Speak.”

“I want you to own me, Loki. I want to be yours, only yours.”

He let go, his lips tracing the side of your jaw, the way he felt against you, his heated breath on your skin was all that you could feel.

“Do you truly?” He breathed.

“Yes.”

He moaned, pulling the both of you up before settling you down at the edge of the bed. His lips never left your skin, sucking at the nape of your neck, running his tongue over a particularly sensitive crevice before nipping it with his teeth. The hand that rested on your hip traveled down, squeezing the plush of your thigh before meeting your heated core. His lips traveled down to your chest as his fingers toyed with your covered core, you couldn’t help the mewls of pleasure that have been so greedily drawn from you, like a hunger that cannot be sufficed.

“As much as I love you adorned in this, so stately mine, it is much of a hindrance to what I have been wanting to see.” He kissed the top of your breast, maneuvering his other hand under your back, freeing you of your constriction before throwing the brassiere over his shoulder.

Moving back a bit he admired your bare breasts, just for his sight only. Stopping his ministrations he groped them, so soft and perky, just how he liked them. He leaned taking one his mouth, swirling his heated tongue around the erected nipple, while simultaneously pleasuring the other. He sucked the hardened bud before nipping it gently and moving to make the same with the other.

“Yes, Loki ah-.”

His lips grace you down from your breasts over your stomach, running his hands along the soft surface. “This might be one of my favorite parts of you, if it is not all of you.”

He slipped down lower, meeting your awaiting cunt, burying his nose in the lace, taking in your sweet musky scent. Giving it a kiss, he pushed the fabric aside, inserting a long pale finger, then two. Lazily pumping in and out your pussy.

“Fuck, Loki please!” You gasped, grasping at your sheets, wanting anything. Wanting him, more of him. “Please, Loki! I want- ah,” your legs jerk from pleasure as his fingers curled within you, hitting a particularly sensitive spot.

“What do you want, pet? Tell me what you need.” He smirked up at you, continuing to gently tease at your center.

You flushed, never having been so provocative before, so wanton. It almost felt constricting to say, “I want- I want… god.”

“Say it!” He slapped your thigh.

“I want your tongue in my cunt!”

He chuckled, “Of course you do, dirty girl- my dirty girl.” Ripping the remaining cloth off your legs, revealing yourself to him wholly. “Heavenly,” he breathed, peering upon you, an almost wistful look upon his eyes.

Delving back down face first, your thighs resting on his shoulder. He gave a thoughtful lick, groaning at the taste, “you are like no other, darling.”

Diving back into her quivering pussy, he licked one long stripe from the pucker of your ass, up to your clit. You tasted like honey to him, slightly salty, but not unpleasantly so. Thrusting his tongue into your whole he circled your clit. You encompassed him, it felt as if you were in him. Your scent, your touch, your voice. everything. He wanted to be consumed by you. Your hands came down, gripping his hair, pushing him deeper into your leaking pussy. He groaned. You chanted his name like it was the only word you knew.

“Loki, Loki… gods yes Loki! Fuck please!” He lapped your cunt like a dying animal, sucking on your clit.

“I’m-… I’m-!”

“Cum for me pet, cum, love.”

Loki held you, heated with overwhelming desire. Your moans and whimpers filled the room, your body trembled. A wave of bliss coursed through you as you rode out the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“That was-,” Loki started, not even having the moment to finish as you tugged him up, meeting him with a heated kiss. As almost as quickly as it ignited, the shock died down, as all he could focus on was you. You could taste the remnants of his moments with you, your tongue swiping your bottom lip. The sweet tang of your arousal making you groan against his lips. It was addictive.

“Loki, please, I need you…”

“Say it, tell me what you need, I want to hear it from your lips.”

“Fuck me, Loki. Fill me with you, ruin me so no other could desire me.” You begged.

“Temptress.”

Loki magicked away any remaining clothing, positioning you on all fours. “If you are going to act like an animal in heat, I will fuck you as such,”he hissed, lining his throbbing cock at your entrance, and with one swift thrust, he buried himself deep within your tight core. You cry out in pleasure, his grip at your hips holding you in place.

“Oh, gods,” you gasped, the sensation of his thick cock filling you so completely bringing you over the edge. His thrusts were primal, ruthless, reverberating throughout your body. Every smack of his hips against your ass enamored him.

“Such a slut for me,” he lazily slapped your ass, watching it ripple from the contact. Your body burned with need, releasing a guttural moan.

“Harder, Loki!” he obliged, slapping your ass again, with enough force to bruise. Your hips bucked in response, meeting his thrust halfway.

“You’re so wet for me, have you always wanted this? For me to fuck your whorish needy cunt?” He panted, reaching down to circle your engorged clit.

“Yes, L-loki, ah need y-you,” you mewled at his touch, the way he pulsed within you. Every feral thrust makes you whimper with need.

“You’re mine now,” Loki grunted, his chest flush against your back, biting down on your neck, digging his fingernails into your plump hips. He rutted into you with a rough, animalistic ferocity. Your cunt clenching against his cock, trying to trap him within your wet heat. Lacing his finger through your hair, he heaves your head back crashing his lips and entwining his tongue against yours.

“Cum for me, darling.”

You screamed his name, your climax surging over you like a tidal wave, leaving you quivering, breathless. Riding out his own orgasm, his thrusts grew more erratic, his grip on your hips firm. He was close, so fucking close, slamming into you at an unholy pace. You could feel his cock swelling, begging to release into your awaiting heat. His eyes half-lidded, his cock diving as deep as your pussy will let him before releasing his cum within you. You let out a loud moan, feeling every spurt of his seed coating your insides, relishing the feeling. The scent of sex and sweat filled the room, Loki gently slipping his softening cock from your warmth, letting the mix of his sperm slide down your thighs.

Loki collapsed at your side, you doing the same not long after. Loki pulls you to his side, his heavy breath fanning your warmed skin as you lean against his chest. He wraps his arm around you, kissing your temple.

“You are extraordinary,” he sighs, resting his head on yours glancing down at your lips, “may I?”

You giggle, gazing up at his eyes, pretty green eyes. “You’re asking now?”

He frowned, “It’s different now, well?”

“Yes,” you say, without a second thought. Softly, he pulls you towards him, kissing you tenderly. “Loki…”

“Be mine.”

You smile wistfully, “yes, always have been.”

[writingoddess1125]

You Remind Me

Shanks and Vivican OOC and Luffy

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Also obviously not Canon but fun to think about!

No Warnings

Shanks stood in the hallway as he leaned next to Vivian's bedroom- it had been only a week since she had moved in with him on the ship. She had been polite but very quiet, meeting all of the crew however she had spent most of the time in her bedroom hiding. At night Shanks knew she was crying- he left like a worthless father truly... taking a breath he worked up some courage.

"Hey Vivian?..." He said softly and knocked on the door gently, waiting for a second before opening the door and looking inside. Seeing Vivian sitting on the bed reading through one of her mother's book clearly in a daze it seemed. His movement snapping her from her thoughts as she gaze a light lipped smile at him.

"Hey Vi- Uh we are heading to shore soon to meet up with someone I'd really like you to meet" He asked, She nodded softly at this and set the book aside. Shanks sighed at this and walked over taking a seat next to her on the bed, shifting a bit as he turned to look at hia daughter.

"I know this has been tough for you Vivian and I'm sorry... I-I want to make this a gold envirment for you but I understand if you want to be alone for a while.. but just know I'm here for you whenever you need it" He said softly, watching how Vivians eyes began to water as he said this, she nodded as tears rolled down her cheeks. He wrapped his arm around her as she leaned into him and silently cried.

"I'm sorry my dear..." He whispered, knowing that there were no words to bring you back to them but he would make sure your legacy lived on happily.

A few hours later the crew landed on the small island and started to dispurse to either the pub or getting supplies for the Ship. Vi being quiet the whole time as she followed Shanks out to the markets so she could pick things she liked and he giving her some Berries to spend for herself.

Walking off to a food cart she decided to get some meat on the done for herself and smiled as the vendor handed her the large treat.

"Good choice that's my favorite!" A cheerful voice sounded next to her, looking up to see a lengthy teen holding 3 in his own hands. She giggled since he looked so odd to her paired with the Strawhat on his dark locs.

"It's my favorite too, But I couldn't eat three of them" She said with a cheerful smile as she pointed to the ones in his hand. He laughed at this clearly amused by her words- However he paused and cooked his head to the side.

The teen squinted at her in confusion stared at Vivian, kneeling down and squinting his eyes as he stared at the little girl- Who looked at him in confusion and a bit intimidated by the stranger now way too close and stating at her funny.

"You remind me of someone-" He hummed squinting his gaze further. Tapping his chin as he stared hard at Vivian who was looking at the weird teen in question.

Shanks turned the corner trying to see where his daughter had wondered off to- Before he smiled brightly at the sight before him.

"Do my eye deceive me! Luffy!" Shanks laughed as he pushed the hat onto the teens head further with a laugh, Luffy looking up at Shanks with a wide smile.

"Shanks!" He yelled out with a laugh, Hugging his mentor who stumbled back and patted his back calmly.

"Luffy! Look at you" He said with a proud laugh as Luffy pulled back with a happy grin, Vivian staring at the duo with a raised eyebrow.

"This here is my daughter Luffy. Vivian this is Luffy! He's essentyally like your older brother" He said with a wide smile proudly showing off Vivian who shyly smiled and waved at Luffy.

"It's nice to meet ya Vivian!!" He said cheerfully ruffling her red locs which made her giggle.

"You know you're set up to see such amazing adventures Vivian with one of the best crews out there! Just wait- Shanks has had crazy adventures hell I've fought Fishpeople in a amusement park, Saved villages, Beat marine bases and met with pirates that are things of legend. Youre adventures are just starting" Luffy said with a grin, clearly good with kids and making them smile.

"Wait you really did that?" She said amazed, smiling as Luffy who nodded.

"Of course! I'm going to be King of the Pirates!" He said cheerfully which made her eyes widen at that. Shanks chuckled at this and placed a hand on Vi's head gently.

"Pretty amazing right?" He said with a chuckle as she nodded enthusiastically, Shanks noticing how much more cheerful she was while talking to Luffy.

After some talk between them all and Luffy updating Shanks proudly on his life the Older pirate felt the need for a beer starting to peek. Patting Luffy on the shoulder proudly.

"Im proud of the man youve grown into Luffy, We will need to depart and we are going to go to the market to finish getting supplies" Shanks said calmly, Vivian pulling on his sleeve nervously.

"Uh Dad? Can I hang out with Luffy today? I wanna hear more about his adventures!" She said cheerfully with a new sparkle in her eye.

Shanks had seen that sparkle before- That wash of inspiration that had bloomed in his eyes, in Luffy's eyes and now his Daughters.

Truthfully he didn't know if he should be proud or really frightened at how interested she was in being a pirate now.

"Well alright I suppose, Just remember we are heading out tommorow morning Vi" He said with a smile, She nodded excitedly at this and went with Luffy who had already started to talk her ear off and the two ran off. Shanks standing there with a small smile on his face, and a but of worry to his heart.

Vivian spent the whole day talking with Luffy's crew, Meeting every single one of them and exploring the ship. A bright smile on her lips that reminded him of you, the way she giggled and her growing excitement at every turn.

Luffy took on a older brother roll, even picking her up and running around with her like the ADHD kid he was as- entrusting her to even wear his straw hat which she wore with pride and care as they roamed around all day.

After Sanji had cooked a large seafood pasta dish for the crew and guest she ended up falling asleep soundly. Luffy carrying Vivian out back to Shanks ship who was holding his crew getting the last of the supplies they would need. Chuckling at the sight of Luffy carrying his daughter wearing his old hat.

"Looks like quite the adventure" Shanks said amused, Luffy giggling as he carefully took his hat off Vivian who didn't even stir from her sleep and transferring her to Shanks.

"Yeah, We had a lot of fun today! Honestly she is a natural. Took up to navigation with Nami and all of that" Luffy said with a laugh clearly prideful in having spent the day with Vivian. Shanks smiled at this as he told Luffy to hang back while he put Vivian to bed.

When Shanks returned from tucking Vivian in bed he went back to meet Luffy, seeing the young man leaned against the railings staring out fondly.

"Shes going to be great, I can already see it" Luffy said with a chuckle, messing with the ties of the hat calmly as he thought fondly- Shanks chuckling at this and nodded in agreement.

"I can see it, you really inspired her Luffy and brought her some happiness" He praised, earning a big goofy smile from him.

"You know when I become Pirate King, I did swear to return the hat to you. But who knows! Maybe it will go to the next red head" Luffy said with a joking laugh, Shanks rolling his eyes as he shoved the hat further down on the lads head making him laugh again.

"Maybe it will, Maybe it will.."

[ineffectualdemon]

I'm still trying to work out the demons cultural violence thing to make it less bad but also keeping it to an extent because the cultural misunderstandings are something I enjoy even if I don't like the implications.

My first thought was, well they are demons they are naturally tougher so they don't know humans are more fragile

And that is still a big problem I realised after

Like yes my thoughts were focusing on that they were demons and comparing them to western demons but that's still doesn't make it better in retrospect and in fact makes it worse

So

I have had a thought

Most of the demons we meet do wrestle and smack each other around and are a little stronger and tougher but!

1. The smacking each other around is in the same way of any group of teenage boys. It's not that they don't feel pain it's that they find that kind of friendly smack and wrestle funny and bonding ← based on the group of tame fucks boys I was friends with in highschool

This is very much the culture especially around teenage and young adult high class demons and Mobei

2. SVSSS demons are made up of many races with different strengths and weaknesses

Like Pokémon!

And in demon culture while you might playfully fight with another demon you do NOT go after their weaknesses. Mobei Jun would not use ice while casually meeting a snake demon and a fire demon wouldn't use their fire on Mobei in a casual friendly greeting. They might smack each other upside the head but no exploiting weaknesses because that could actually hurt someone

3. When I say stronger and tougher I mean like most of the demons we meet specifically who are in peak physical condition. Average demon not much difference from average human. Our very powerful demons like Mobei? Frat boys built like professional wrestlers with demonic cultivation. Stronger then most cultivators but cultivators can get that strong too.

4. Shang Qinghua is actually strong enough to take the hits. He's not getting ribs broken all the time he's getting bruises because he has high physical cultivation and can lift a cart one handed if he really wants to. He just hates it because it's not what he likes

5. The pocket of demon culture we see (High Class Over Powered Gym Brats) is identical to the culture on Bai Zhan peak minus the rules about Pokémon style weaknesses. Like seriously Bai Zhan is exactly the same in "friendly" greetings. Someone on Bai Zhan genuinely thinks beating someone up three times a day (beating them in a spar) is romantic

This still doesn't solve most of the problem but when it you make it

A) not demon culture as a whole just the culture of these particular rich over powered Brats in this particular social circle

B) the power and strength cap of the over power brats is comparable with human power levels

And

C) make Bai Zhan have the same stupid "fighting = flirting" idea

Then it's a bit better I think?

But that means doe Mobei he's doing the done thing in his social circle and also Shang Qinghua isn't saying no and the Bai Zhan brats act the same way so it's fine no? (its embarrassing that it's not)

[morgana-larkin]

Hey,your fics are amazing, just binged read the oneshots and can't wait for the next chapter of 'worth it'.

But here's a small prompt, maybe mel and r is not close,r is an 8th grade teacher like Jacob but rarely even stops by the break room. She's only friends with him, Mel thought maybe r doesn't wanna be friends with the elementary staff so she let her be. Then one day when Mel is doing groceries, she bumps with r, realizing she goes to the same day and same store when doing groceries. They greet each other politely when they cross paths but Mel thinks it's ridiculous how they see each other on a grocery store but not in the very place of their employ where they work together. Then after like months of that, Mel and r cross paths again as usual, and was like 'hey kid,how come we see each other here and not in school'

Hey, thank you for the prompt, I thought the idea was super cute ☺️. I’m glad you’re liking my one shots enough to binge all of them! That comment made me smile, and the next chapter of ‘Worth It’ will be out soon, possibly tomorrow. I would have had this out this morning but I kept changing the beginning because nothing fit. Anyway, here’s the story, it’s short and sweet. Not edited in the slightest as always. Hope you like it!

On another note, I have 2 prompts that I’ll be working on after I finish the chapter of Worth It. So if you sent me a prompt yesterday, don’t worry, I’ll be working on it.

Grocery Store Rendezvous

Warnings: none

Words: 1.5k

« Hey y/n! Are you going to stay and chat with us today? » Jacob says as you enter the break room. You only enter the break room to get coffee but then you always leave right after. You look and see Melissa looking at you, eyeing you curiously.

« Nope, just came to get coffee. I got to grade some tests today, especially with report cards coming up. » you say to him.

« You know one day you’re going to come in here and stay. » Jacob says, teasing you a bit.

« Maybe, but that day is not today. » You say , pouring the coffee in your mug then you go to leave.

« When that day comes, I’ll take a picture. » he tells you and you smirk.

« That doesn’t make me want to stay even more. » you tell him and give him a little salute on the way out.

The truth is you don’t stay because of Melissa. She scares you but in the best way. From the first day you started working here a year ago, you were actually stunned by her beauty.

You don’t see her much though since you’re an 8th grade teacher and teach on the second floor. You became friends with Jacob since you work closely with him but you never had a reason to speak to Melissa. You were also incredibly shy so you just admire her from a distance and when you go to get your coffee in the morning and at lunch.

It was Saturday at noon and you parked in the parking lot of the grocery store you go to every Saturday. You walk in, get a cart and start going through your list.

You were turning into the spice aisle when you bump into another cart.

« Oh sorry, I didn’t… » your sentence goes unfinished as you see the person you bumped into. It was Melissa.

« Oh hi y/n, funny running into you here. » she says.

« Well actually I come here every Saturday at this time. » You tell her.

« Oh really? So do I. I wonder why we haven’t seen each other before. » she says to you.

« Well it’s a big store so we could have been on opposite sides of the store. » you with a small chuckle. « Well I gotta go finish my shopping, I’ll see you around Melissa. » you tell her with a nod.

« Alright see ya y/n. » And you go and continue your shopping.

You continue your shopping, but not even 5 minutes later, you run into her again when you go to get some chocolate milk and she’s getting some cheese.

« Y/n? We haven’t seen each other once for months, and now twice in the same day? » she says in disbelief.

« Ya I guess so, how ironic. » you say as you grab some chocolate milk.

« Chocolate milk? Really? » she says and quirks an eyebrow.

« Don’t diss it the chocolate milk. It’s good. » You tell her and she puts her hands up a bit in surrender and you laugh.

You two go in separate directions until you’re checking out and run into each other at the same cash.

« Wow, we’re 3 for 3. » Melissa jokes.

« I guess so. » You say.

You both go home after that. You drove home smiling that day, you got to speak to Melissa, multiple times.

On Monday at school, you do nothing differently. You still only go to the break room to get your coffee then leave. The one small difference is you blush a bit when you pass by Melissa. You don’t know it but Melissa noticed the blush and smiled a little when your back was turned.

The next Saturday you two run into each other again, and Melissa wonders why she sees and talks to you more at a grocery store than at work.

Months go by and every Saturday you and Melissa keep running into each other, sometimes multiple times in one day. About 3 months of this happening, Melissa has had enough and decides to ask you the question that’s been bugging her.

« Hey kid, how come we see each other here and not at school? » she asks and you stare at her.

« I don’t know. I guess there’s not really a reason for us to talk to each other at school. » you reply sheepishly. The 2 of you walk down the aisle while talking.

« You don’t need a reason, you can just say hi. »

« I thought you were the type of person who didn’t like people just saying hi to you. » You counter.

« Ok fair point, but I wouldn’t mind if you did it. »

« Why am I different? »

« Do you see me talking to other coworkers outside of work? »

« Ok first of all, we don’t even talk in school. And 2, idk who you talk to at all. » you tell her.

« Why don’t we start talking in school? » she asks and you freeze.

« Why? »

« Because we don’t talk in school like you said, so let’s change that. » she points out. And only then do you realise the hole you dug yourself.

« Uh, I don’t think that’s a good idea Melissa. »

« Why? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me? » she asks and stops walking and crosses her arms.

« What? No that’s not it at all. » You say, you really don’t want to admit your feelings for her.

« Then what is it? » she pushes.

« it’s not important. » you say, hoping that will put an end to the conversation. It did not.

« It’s important to me! » Melissa says, getting annoyed.

« Why? »

« How about you answer the question I asked first. Why don’t you want to talk to me in school!?! »

« Because you scare me! » You spill out, and you can tell by the hurt look on her face that you just have to say it. « I like you and that scares me. And I don’t mean friendship like, I mean romantic like. » You tell her and her hurt expression turns to a happy one.

« I like you too. » she says. « Romantic like. » she adds and you can’t believe your luck. For once, the woman you like, likes you back. You two finish your grocery shopping together and you check out together as well.

« Come over to my place. » she says to you and you stare wide eyed, Melissa never invites anyone to her place.

« Ok, sure, when? » you ask and she smiles.

« Are you free right now? »

« Well I’ve actually got a couple of frozen groceries to bring home but after that, ya. » You say and she smiles.

« Give me your phone. »

« What? » you say confused.

« Give me your phone so I can add my number so I can send my address. » she says and you immediately give her your phone. She adds herself and you smile at the nickname she gave herself ‘Mel 👩🏻‍🦰👑’

« R u trying to say that you’re a ginger queen? » You snort.

« Maybe. » she flips her hair and you laugh.

You get in your cars and you drive home. As soon as you get home you text her.

You: this is y/n , I just got home, send me your address, your highness.

Mel 👩🏻‍🦰👑: your highness? I like that. Here’s my address

Mel 👩🏻‍🦰👑: *sends address*

You: I’ll be there in 20 minutes, your highness

20 minutes later you knock on her front door. She answers it and immediately welcomes you in. As soon as you walk in, she puts her lips on yours. You kiss her back and she smiles into the kiss.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile.” She says and you smile at her.

“So have I.” You say and you lean in to kiss her again.

On Monday morning you come into the break room to get your morning coffee as usual. This time, instead of leaving, you sit next to Melissa and she smiles at you. Melissa gets a questioning look from Barb and you get a questioning look from the trio. You then hear the click of a phone camera and you look to see Jacob taking a picture.

“I told you I’d take a picture.” He says and you smile. At this point you don’t care, you got Melissa.

Melissa stands up to go put something in the garbage and gives you a kiss on your lips, getting gasps from everyone. You smile and blush and she has a smirk on her face. After thinking that you wanted nothing to do with her and the rest of the group, it turns out you were avoiding her because you liked her. She smiles at that thought as she sits back down next to you, and she pulls your chair closer to her.

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i would love to hear what country kirishima thoughts you’re having if ya wanted to share with lil ol me 🥰

YES I WILL SHARE ALL THOUGHTS WITH YOU AND YOUR LOVELY BRAIN this got soooo long omfg I could write a fic about him I might be going crazy insane

PSA: I'm literally married to a country boy who used to raise and ride horses and build fences and all that good stuff so I'm speaking from a place of loving a real country gentleman 🤭❤️

Country Kirishima! Who you meet at the Tractor supply while picking up top soil for your flower beds. He's grabbing feed for his chickens and notices you struggling to get the large bags off the high shelf. All 6'4" of him in his worn cowboy boots strides over and politely asks if you need any help before grabbing the bags easily and putting them in your cart

Country Kirishima! Who's all sun bronzed skin and smiles as he asks you what your plans are for your flower garden, giving suggests on which mulch and fertilizer to use, and the native flowers in the area that bees love. Who helps you out by loading the bags into your trunk for you with "It's no problem, who'd pass up the opportunity to help a pretty lady" when you thank him.

Country Kirishima! Who you run into again at the farmers market a few days later, smiling so big when you come up to say hi while he's buying honey. You both get into a conversation at first about how your garden is coming along and then it morphs into just talking about your lives. What he does for a living, what kinds of animals he has, him showing you funny pictures and videos of his six chickens who he calls "his ladies", the asshole goat he deals with but loves. After an hour of you two walking around the market and then finally heading to your cars you feel like you've known him your whole life.

Country Kirishima! Who as soon as you turn your car on after you bid your goodbyes is racing back to tap on your window, leaning down with a thick arm against the edge of your door to ask with red cheeks that almost match his hair if you might want to go out with him that night. Grinning so wide while you write your number on his honey receipt cause he left his phone in his truck across the lot. Sending you off with kiss to your knuckles and a "pick you up at five sweet cheeks".

Country Kirishima! Who's at your door at five on the dot, a heavy knock on your door and wild flowers gripped nervously in his hand, a soft "mama always said pretty ladies deserve pretty flowers". Who had raced home to wash his old truck and make sure there wasn't a stitch of dirt or dust anywhere after the market (he wouldn't tell you that though and also his stomach had been in nervous knots all day)

Country Kirishima! Takes you to the "best burger joint this side of the river" to quote his excitement and then to his buddy Denki's bar for beer and dancing. He's spinning you on the dance floor until your seeing double and buying beers until your face is flushed. Being the ever respectful gentleman even as you get a bit more bold, linking your arms around his neck and swaying just a bit closer to his toned body. "Easy there little lady" he murmurs in a rough tone just barely concealing the lusty feelings burning through his veins and only heightening yours, "let's get you home yeah?".

Country Kirishima! Who only had two beers and takes you home with a giant moonlit smile, helps you step from his truck and walks you to the front door, telling you he had the best time and that he wants to see you again. Tomorrow if you'd let him. You nod eagerly (maybe too eagerly once you think about it alone later) and tell him to come back for breakfast and fresh squeezed orange juice, even suggesting slyly that he stays the night with you. He just chuckles and shakes his head, "that wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me sweetheart, but I'll be back with the sunrise" tilts your head up with a calloused hand and asks if he can kiss you.

Country Kirishima! Who tastes like beer and sunshine and something that makes your heart flutter against your ribs. Oh no, you might be in love with him.

[iepurasdepraf]

I wrote this a bit ago for a thing, but I like it so here you go.

"Get up, get up, get up!" This is the start of your morning. This is the start to not every morning, but most. "Alice, you must get up! We're late! Late late late! Always late! Just like that silly rabbit." He is shaking you now, not harshly, but it's getting there. If you don't get up, he will leave bruises. He won't mean to, but bless his heart he just gets so excited. It's another day with you, together. Alice and the Hatter and whatever magical adventures the day dictates for you. 

"I don't want to take it!" He whines minutes later after you'd been rousted and ousted from the sanctuary of bed. You'd brushed your teeth and he'd brushed your hair because he does it the best, you know? He'd styled it just so. 

"But you must take them." You say trying to keep yourself from sounding irritated because it's 7:30 am on a Sunday. If you sound too harsh you'll hurt his feelings and make him cry. You don't want him to cry. You love this man, you truly do, and he loves you, but today he is in one of his moods and he's not having his medication.

"No, I don't think so." He says, crossing his arms, turning away from you with his nose in the air defiantly. "They make me feel funny. Too much sense, too much! I won't have them." "Not even for me?" You ask with just enough lilt in your voice to make it seem like he might have hurt your feelings. He hadn't, but as much as you didn't want to hurt him, he doesn't want to hurt you and you know that. You're a manipulative little shit when you need to be. For the greater good.

He side-eyes you. His absolutely stunning eyes narrow. Oh, the moths in the pit of your stomach fluter. Is he on to you? He's caught on before and it's caused a tantrum because you were playing dirty. He minds that more sometimes than he does others. Depends on if the day ends in y for as much sense as it makes. Jervis purses his lips, nose crinkling just some. You can practically hear the hex nut bouncing around in the spinning gears of his utterly brilliant mind until he says "Only if you let me pick what we have for breakfast." You can't help, but sigh in relief. He could have anything he wanted. "Of course." You just wanted what was best for him even if he didn't always see it that way.

He wanted a proper English breakfast, which you had to google what that was because he kept changing what was contained the three times he tried to explain it because he got distracted by you existing within a two foot radius of him while talking and started giggling and touching your hands. Which was cute, you admit, but not helpful. "Jervis, we don't have everything we need to-" Oh no. Oh fuck. You'd made a mistake. 

"Then we'll have to make a run to the shops!"

Not the shops. "Jervis..." He stood looking at you wide-eyed for a beat, just long enough to give you hope he was taking into consideration your social phobias and the fact a one hour shopping trip for anyone was at least three hours with him, but no."No breakfast, no medication."  He says after he'd plucked the pill organizer from the counter and shakes it at you with all the cheek and sass he could build up in that tiny frame. You acquiesce, somewhat bitterly, to his demands. You have no power here. 

Well, that’s not true. You and Jervis worked very hard to maintain a balance between the two of you. You are both control freaks and so it required a little give and take mutually to keep both sides of the scale even-keeled. 

Sometimes it was big things, like going to the store even though you’d rather just go back to bed because he had to take his medicine even if it was a little late. Sometimes it was small things, like letting Jervis be the one to be the bearer of the quarter required for getting the cart. It barely mattered and it made him happy. Why would you say no? 

In the store is where he pays you back for that small kindness. You do not like people. He doesn’t either, but not quite in the same way. He just doesn’t like them, they’re normal and likely judging him. On a bad day, actively plotting against him. Suspicious, paranoid. You, however, are afraid of them. So he lets you hold onto the back of his coat while he pushes the cart.

He body blocks with that tiny narrow body of his in the aisles. He even lets you pointlessly hide behind him if people come too close even though you’re several feet taller and they can plainly see you. You’d not be able to tell he only scraped up to 4’10 at his tallest by the way he puffs himself up to take up all the space he can to give you those few more precious inches of security. He’ll even let you hide in the dairy section, in that cleared out corner by the employee only doors, and pet your hands when it all becomes too much for a little while and you start to shake and hyperventilate. There there, love, he’d say, Jervis is here and the work nearly done. 

It’s all worth it to make him take his medicine, you remind yourself. He’s so worth it. 

He brings you a carton of butter pecan icecream because he knows it’s your favorite. 

You make sure he doesn’t get the spicy sausages because he sometimes gets too excited and just grabs things without looking.He gets distracted, he can’t help it. He’ll go for something and come back with something entirely else. His quarry forgotten halfway to it. You watch him go for beans and get drawn to fruit cocktail. You let him involve himself with the new can, read it, bring it to you all excited because there’s more cherries now. That’s lovely. “You forgot your beans.” Gasp. He’d forgotten his beans.

Off he goes to get them. You let him do this over and over because even if this place gets you in a cold sweat this is enrichment for him. He wants to go down every aisle and just look at things, you would rather only go down the ones you know have things you need on. It’s fine. He’s out. He’s with you. There’s more cherries in the can now. He’s happy and that’s all you want. He does eventually get those beans. He always eventually gets whatever it was he set out for. 

There’s a small argument over if back bacon is better than thick cut pork belly. Back bacon is more like a porkchop. It doesn’t get crispy and if you wanted a porkchop you’d just buy a goddamn porkchop. “Ah,” He says holding a ham steak for some reason “But you only need one of these bacon. You need many of those.” The ham steak has been added to the cart. You don’t know why. You don’t think he does either. “But these,” You say, shaking the package of Applegate Uncured Sunday Bacon at him “Taste better.” “That is subjective!” He argues putting his hands on his hips, feeling all that vinegar from the fish and chips in his veins about it. “It’s bland.” “It’s lean!” “It’s a porkchop.” “You love porkchops!” This goes on for twenty minutes. Neither of you win the argument. There are people looking at you.

You leave the store having somehow spent twice the amount you expected to both of you completely forgetting the mushrooms. The ride home is comfortable and quiet. He’s had his excitement for the day. You’ve had yours for the week if not the month. He got bubbles at some point. You don’t remember paying for them. “I’m hungry.” He says while your both carrying in the bags. It’s 10:27am on a Sunday. “What’s for brunch?” “Full english.” You say. He’s very excited about that, oh yes. “I don’t know if we have any beans though, can’t have a full english without beans.” He says looking so worried it hurts a little. You reach into the bag and tahdah. His beans. He gasps! You’re a magician to him for a few giddy seconds. 

Cooking with him is always a delight and this time he’s showing you how to make something. Usually it was the other way around. Jervis was simply more of a baker while you were more of a cook. Nothing wrong with that, nothing wrong with that at all. He shows you just how to cook the tomatoes, the potatoes, the sausages to English specification. You know how to cook these things, but he’s so excited to show you that you don’t say anything about it even if this is the twenty third or so time he’s shown you.

He can’t do sunny side up eggs, while he enjoys the taste he can’t endure the texture and you don’t subject him to them. You scramble them just the way he likes with a little splash of milk and he’s hugging your leg because you remembered! It means so much that you always remember things like that. 

He watches you cook the back bacon and nods in approval when you flip it at what was apparently the right time. He has a spot he likes to sit in, he has a plate he likes to eat off of, a fork, a cup. You know and you make sure you don’t use anything else. He makes his own cuppa because his taste in tea is ever changing and what he liked yesterday isn’t what he likes today. 

“Don’t forget,” You say, setting his pill container by his plate while you’re putting up the rest of the groceries. “to take your medicine.” “Oh!” He hurriedly takes them, washing them down with his tea before he even gets in his chair to eat. “Thank you, darling. What would I do without you?” You smile and just shrug. You don’t know and you don’t want to think about it.

He beams at you and for a split second right at the end of his expression there’s a look on his face. Like he knows something. A split second of lucidity? Maybe. Or maybe he’d put on yet another brilliant performance as a mad man who tricks you into getting out of the house with his Machiavellian machinations of very specific breakfasts. You couldn’t tell. Maybe he just didn’t like how you were watching him sit down because he was short and the chair was tall. He’d never tell and it wasn’t something you would ever ask. 

“Oh,” You look up from the sausage you’re eating straight out of the pan “Something wrong?” He looks sheepishly at you “You were right about the bacon.”

[acourtofthought]

I received two more anons which I'm adding below the "read more" button just in case anyone wants to avoid HOFAS spoilers (or the spoiler theories going around based off the book).

Seriously, how would that even work? Does he have to cut people in the chest to sever their bond? Ask them to try to find the thread that connects them (you know the one INSIDE of them) and play surgeon to snip, snip, snip? I said it in one of my last posts but the King of Hybern, who had access to the cauldron, was unable to break Feysands bond which Tamlin requested that he do. Which Feyre requested that he do (in order to save her family and friends). Amren confirms that "that sort of bond cannot be broken. The king is a fool, that sort of bond cannot be broken" and he couldn't as he he broke was the bargain. If the main big bad of the original trilogy was unable to harness the kind of power while using the actual Cauldron to mess with mating bonds, then how exactly could Truth Teller? Also, WHY would SJM create this super mysterious backstory for Truth Teller only to have it's super special power be that of breaking bonds? What would the fucking point be? Shall we just call Az the Anti Cupid? The Prythian Divorce Attorney because he's going to go around Prythian helping poor fae trapped in loveless bonds free themselves from it's shackles? This is what is said about TT with translation (not sure how it will read in English): "The Starsword is Made" "The knife can undo things." Done and undone. Matter and antimatter. With the right influx of power, a command from the one destined to wield them, they can be fused. And they can create a place where there is no life and no light. A place that is nothing. Nowhere." It's funny that the knife can "undo things" and they think that gives them carte blanche to have it undo everything, even that which was decided by a divine being. Bonds created by the mother herself? Truth Teller's got you covered! Humans turned Fae, Made by the Cauldron? Don't worry Elain, I'll unmake you in no time! Especially when the entire point of what was being said about the power of TT is that when fused with the sword, it can create "no life and life, a place that is nothing." Considering the conversation was talking about how the Starsword and TT were connected, wouldn't the more logical conclusion be that the as the sword is Made, the knife (it's opposite considering one is matter and the other antimatter) can "unmake" things, maybe objects? Like maybe the Trove which was made? Other weapons made by the Cauldron? Mating bonds are not made by the Cauldron but determined by fate / destiny. There's nothing to "unmake" as they weren't "made" in the first place. Bryce confirms that Az does not have the same shadows as Ruhn (Ruhn who has the same shadows as Rhys). Rhys confirms Az does not have the same shadows that he does. SJM CONFIRMS Az's shadows are not that of Rhysands. Rhys's shadows belong to him, they don't whisper to him or keep him company. The are an extension of him. Azriel tells us his shadows are his companions meaning they are not actually part of him. He says they keep him company, Rhys says Az learned their language. That all means that they are independent of him regardless of them being in sync at times or reacting to Az or whatever else they've done. As of the most recent book, his shadows do certain things with certain people / situations. They aren't very brave in the sunlight, all but one hiding while he steps into the sunshine. They reacted likes snakes ready to strike on two different occasions (one which had nothing to do with Elain). They are afraid of Koschei. They were curious about Gwyn and danced and sang in response to her her song / breath. I'm pretty sure they twirled around when he was interacting with Nesta too. Az confirms that they tend to vanish around Elain. Considering Az considers the shadows his companion, that they keep him company, don't you think he'd enjoy seeing them curious and playful and singing instead of vanishing or afraid of Elain's "light" that even E/riels admit to her having since they love the dark / light aesthetic?

This is such a ridiculous argument they're spreading around. The Cauldron was "messed" with while the Daglan had it in their possession. They took what the mother once used to create all life and used it for evil. To create monsters, to create things that would serve them, to create evil weapons. But the second the Daglan no longer had possession of it, the Cauldron returned to it's normal state which is not good or bad. It just is and the only thing that determines what the Cauldron is is the person wielding it but no one can alter the Cauldrons essence for eternity. After the Daglan ruled, it was used to turn Myriam fae (used for good). Just like the King used to to bring down the wall (bad). Just like Feyre / Amren used it to unleash Amren (that turned out to be a good thing). Mating bonds are not determined by the Cauldron, as proven by Amren they can not be altered by the Cauldron, and if they were, then how did every single other SJM endgame couple with a mating bond end up with a fantastic one despite the Daglan "messing with it" yet ONLY Elucien's bond has fallen victim to the Daglans influence 15,000 years later?

[hooked-on-elvis]

Lisa Marie and daddy Elvis, the generous tooth fairy 🧚🏼‍♂️

When talking about how Lisa Marie Presley was bred, Becky Yancey (who was Graceland's secretary) was clear in state that Priscilla wanted to build character in little Lisa Marie, whereas Elvis was more such in a high with being a daddy that he just wanted to see Lisa happy all the time.

Since Priscilla was pregnant with Lisa, according to Becky, when she didn't even knew if the baby was a he or a she, Priscilla feared her kid would grow up not knowing the true value of things if she had everything granted to her that easily, with presents heaped on her all the time. According to Becky, some of Priscilla's words were on this matter were, "I don't want the baby living off Elvis' name". Daddy Elvis didn't care a bit for that talk. He spoiled Lisa to a fault, doing everything he could think of that could make his baby girl as happy as she could be.

To be fair, it's easy understand both sides. Obviously it's not that Priscilla didn't wanted Lisa to be a happy child but, as any caring mother normally does, her sight was way ahead in time and she worried about Lisa's personality in the future, not wanting a little brat walking around feeling all entitled to everything at a snap. This would help older Lisa to be conscious in understand about how privileged she was and the reality of the real world which is way apart from the "Elvis world" Lisa would grow up in. Elvis certainly was not a bad parent for spoiling his daughter either. He just couldn't help it. He loved seeing people smiling, thus it couldn't be any different when it comes to his little princess, his first born child. Who are we to judge parents and their parenting choices anyway, right?

The main point here is: I'd like to share a couple of stories on Becky Yancey's book about how funny-daddy Elvis Presley was excited and very proud of his child. To begin with, let's see how Elvis himself helped decorating Lisa's nursery at Graceland and how he loved to show Lisa around to his fans:

With the baby's arrival, the attention at Graceland shifted from Elvis to Priscilla to Lisa Marie. And Priscilla quickly learned that there was more spoiling to fear from the loving indulgences of the proud father and grandfather than from fans. Fans would have been happy to spoil Lisa, but Priscilla could keep them at a distance. Elvis and Mr. Presley (Vernon) were a more difficult problem. Elvis himself shopped for statuettes, pictures, and knick-knacks to fill Lisa's new nursery, which had at one time been a little-used conference room. Lisa wasn't old enough to toddle before Elvis had a gym set erected for her in the back yard. When she was big enough to play with it, Elvis often played with her. At other times we could look through the window or walk out the door and watch Elvis in a golf cart, with Lisa on his lap, driving slowly around the mansion grounds. One time he thrilled fans and gave his security goose bumps when he hoisted Lisa onto his broad shoulders and ambled down the driveway to greet the people standing in front of the Music Gate. It was one of the few times Lisa was photographed at Graceland by persons other than the family members. Priscilla may have had something to say about that incident, because Elvis never did it again.

February 5, 1968. Elvis and Priscilla presenting Lisa to the fans as soon as baby and mommy were ready to go home.

Second story, the title of the post. I found it so funny. This was after Elvis and Priscilla divorced (post 1973).

Priscilla laughs about the time Lisa was visiting her father in Las Vegas and lost a baby tooth. The tooth fairy left her five dollars. "I told Elvis that the tooth fairy usually left fifty cents, that five dollars was a little steep," she said. "He knew I wasn't angry, and he laughed about it. After all, who would expect Elvis Presley to know the going rate for a tooth?"

Elvis and Lisa Marie Presley. Circa July, 1973.

Stories come from the book "My Life With Elvis" (1977) by Becky Yancey & Cliff Linedecker.

[wonwooslibrary]

svt as boyfriends ♡ minghao edition

member: minghao x reader genre: fluff, established relationship, bullet points word count: 785 summary: minghao's boyfriend things <3 warnings: none!! author's note: i actually forgot to write this one which is why you are getting it so late i am so sorry. On the other hand, it's Hao day!!! and I am so close to having a small break from school and work !!

Art hoe aesthetic bf 

Also the perfect instagram boyfriend 

The personification of “no babe that’s stupid…let’s do it” 

Quality Time 

Likes doing hobbies with you !! Like he would love to do one of those paint for 30 minutes and then swap canvases challenges with you 

Would literally hand the canvas on the wall afterwards too

Helps you discover some hobbies if you feel like you don’t have any

“I’m gonna go work on a puzzle, babe, wanna join me?” 

Would love to do very domestic things with you like go grocery shopping and idk weed the flowerbed???

Enjoys long walks on the beach and picnics

Also enjoys just existing with you --- likes to just watch tiktoks over your shoulder and asks you to forward the funny ones to him 

Words of Affirmation

TELLS YOU ALL THE TIME THAT YOU ARE PERFECT LIKE JEEZ JUST LISTEN TO HIM ALREADY 

“Sweetheart, I told you that the cardigan looks fine with that shirt, don’t change it.” 

Would also definitely call you pet names like “babe”, “baby”, “sweets” or “sweetheart” 

And don’t forget his native language either! Like Jun, he would always compliment you in both languages

Just imagine you’re chilling in bed together watching some Instagram Reels when he leans down and whispers something sweet into your hair in Mandarin 

Despises you calling him pet names but calls you billions of different things just to find the perfect one 

“Peach? No, that's weird. Doll? Just no.” 

Doesn’t know how to take a compliment tho like damn bro LET US CALL YOU PRETTY 

Physical Touch

He’s super big on hand holding and you cannot convince me otherwise…he always has his hand out for you to take 

Hao is always super confident when he initiates the contact, but is so shy he turns into a fire truck when you do it (he is EMBARRASSED) 

I personally don’t think Hao would be big on cuddling, especially when sleeping…mans needs his personal space, but he would totally just chill on the couch with his arm around you 

When you tell him that you don’t want to be touched or anything he might pout a bit, but overall he would accept your wishes and not want to make you uncomfortable 

He would also be super concerned if something like that happened, but he would do his best to fix any issue 

Acts of Service

Hao would do simple things, like push the cart when you are shopping or do some cleaning when you are at work. He won’t even say anything about doing them either, he just does it and gets all giddy inside when you notice that he did something for you

If you have a pet together, he would always volunteer to to take them outside or to spend family time together 

Just imagine Hao laying on his stomach on the floor playing with a kitten or a puppy it would be so cute (and of course who could resist taking a picture of it either)

Enjoys doing tasks like dishes and laundry, always willingly agrees to do them

When you are getting ready to go somewhere, he will always grab your belongings like keys, wallet, purse, phone, ID, anything like that, so you don’t forget it (because you would otherwise) 

Always makes sure that if you need help with something and he can’t be there to help you that someone would be there. He doesn’t care if the rest of the performance unit wants to help, if you need more than just him the other three will be there 

Gift Giving 

I feel like Minghao is also not that big on gift giving…like of course he would for things like your birthday or any gift-giving holidays that you celebrate, but I just feel like he shows his love in other ways 

Obviously, he’ll do stuff like get your favorite drink or snack from the store or pick up your favorite dinner on the way home, but I don’t think he’d spend hundreds on jewelry or anything 

Though. He would totally revamp your whole closet for you LOL I can picture it perfectly, he sees you looking through clothes you never wear and you find a super ugly sweater and he’s like, “How many of these damn things do you have?” 

So he would drag you to his favorite store and y’all would pick out some cute outfits 

And he would obviously get a couple of them that match <3 

But yeah he wouldn’t go too crazy with buying you gifts because he would rather tell you he loves you than try to win your love with physical items and possessions

That’s actually so slay of him though let’s be real

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Dancing 'til the break of dawn - Pt5

<Pt4

(TWST zombie apocalypse au for all your crack-fic needs)

“You know, I’ve been thinking,” began Deuce.

Ace nearly dropped his bowl. “You have?!”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

“Yeah, Ace, if you’re going to insult him, you might as well be original,” said Yuu.

Deuce narrowed his eyes at Yuu, before apparently deciding that he was just going to let that one slide. “So, Grim can clearly understand us, right?”

“Yeah,” said Ace. “But he can’t talk back because he’s a zombie.”

“No, zombies can talk, Grim can’t because he’s a cat,” Yuu said, shaking his head.

“Zombies can talk?!” Ace said, suddenly far more interested in this conversation.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t much more to say on the subject: “Yeah, the ones that still have vocal cords can, but they’re kinda boring. They just kinda go ‘Yuuuuuuu’ to get my attention and then when I give it to them they go all weird and run away.”

Ace and Deuce looked at Grim. Grim seemed very interested in licking his paws clean. Makes sense, it is the apocalypse, after all, it’s not like the ground is particularly clean. Yuu frowned as he thought about the state that Grim’s poor toe pads must be in. He really should get on those booties for him. His hairballs are going to have all sorts of junk in them.

… do zombie cats have hairballs?

Wait. Can zombies digest food at all? Where do all of the humans that they’re eating go? Do zombies have to go to the bathroom –?

Deuce cleared his throat to cover up a laugh, dragging Yuu out of that particular spiral before he could go too far. “Right, okay. Uh, I was just wondering if there was a way that he could talk back? But I guess that answers that…”

“Oh, you want to try, like, a Spirit Box or something?” Ace asked.

“... a what now?” said Deuce.

“Like… it’s this radio that ghost hunters use to talk to ghosts. It cycles through radio stations super fast, you ask it questions, and if a ghost wants to it can… speak through the box, I guess?”

“Would that work, though?” Deuce asked, frowning. “I mean… Grim isn’t dead, is he…?” He seemed to realize that talking about Grim’s status like Grim wasn’t there was rude, because he turned to the zombie and asked, “Are you?”

“You can’t just ask zombies if they’re dead, Deuce,” Yuu chided. And then he considered the question and realized he actually very much wanted to know the answer. “I can, though. Hey, Grim, are you dead?”

Grim gave him a flat look. This… didn’t help answer the question.

See, this is why they need the Spirit Box!

(And, really, it’s not like they have anything else to do, so…)

~

After quickly checking out the store to make sure it was actually as empty as it originally seemed (and to see if there was any food or water left, though they had known better than to actually hope for something like that), they wandered around with carts. They had a list of things they absolutely needed, such as a radio and a generator with a hand crank, but they weren’t that concerned with it.

Why not?

Well, because they are teenagers. And, as teenagers who had only recently been freed from the shackles of having parents who want them to be safe and healthy, with no laws and no one around to judge them…

Well, they were playing bumper carts. Yes, carTs, with a T.

Yuu shrieked as his cart went careening into Deuce’s, their heads slamming against each other’s. He hissed in pain, sinking to rest his now-aching head against the front of his cart. Yikes. He wasn’t sure they could afford losing any more brain cells. But, perhaps, the loss of brain cells was even more of a problem than he had originally thought, because he still hopped out of the cart and started toward the front of the store for another one so they could play again.

He would have continued self destructing, but then Ace’s cart slammed into an aisle way too hard, and he was thrown out, into the aisle itself. He disappeared into a flurry of towels. Which should have been enough to cushion his fall, but then the aisle toppled over, and hit the next aisle, and then that one fell onto the next, and…

You get the picture.

Finally, with one final resounding screech of metal, the last aisle ran out of things to topple over, instead crashing into the milk and eggs aisle and then falling still. There was definitely a foul smell emanating from there, now, but they weren’t close enough to have to worry about it.

Besides, they had something else to worry about.

Deuce and Yuu looked at each other, eyes wide, and then back at the mess, searching for any sign of movement.

Ace pushed off some rubble so he could flash them a thumbs up.

They breathed a sigh of relief.

Grim, on the other hand, who had taken residence on one of the shelves to avoid the chaos ensuing below, looked disgruntled. He’d had to move, after all, and that must have been such a difficult thing for his poor baby. Yuu cooed and rushed to scoop up him up, smoothing out ruffled fur.

Ace gave Deuce, who had helped him out, a vague nod of acknowledgement, before sending Yuu a particularly harsh glare. It was an ‘I’d kill you if I wouldn’t immediately get targeted by every zombie in the country’ kind of look. But Yuu was immune, on account of the whole ‘It’d be your funeral, too’ thing. So he just smiled and hugged his darling closer.

“Thanks for your help,” Ace said sarcastically.

“You’re welcome!”

~

Their cart loaded up with a radio and hand crank generator – as well as some other miscellaneous things like yarn, a few marshmallow guns they were hoping might have candy in them, and some towels they could for makeshift bandages  – they started heading out.

Unfortunately, the cart stopped the moment they left the parking lot. All three of them went perfectly silent as they remembered that lots of carts were rigged to keep homeless people from stealing them. Maybe it was magnets, or something? All Yuu could tell was that the cart really didn’t want to pass over the yellow line at their feet.

Damn hostile architecture. Didn’t the old lawmakers realize that purposefully making things even harder for homeless people would be very annoying during an apocalypse?!

Deuce scoffed and walked around the cart, kicking each and every one of the wheels as hard as he possibly could.

And then he continued pushing the cart.

It passed over the yellow line with ease.

Well, maybe ‘with ease’ is not quite the right word,  because now all four wheels were somewhat out of place. But, regardless, they were still working far better than before.

Ace and Yuu looked at each other with wide eyes.

“How’d you know that would work?” Yuu asked.

“Percussive maintenance works on everything,” Deuce said, his eyes not meeting his.

Now, if it was just Yuu, Yuu probably would have let it go. But it was not, and Ace slung his arm around Deuce’s shoulders. “Someone’s lying.”

“Yeah, Grim,” said Deuce.

This was, technically, true. Grim was lying down, in Yuu’s arms.

“Oh come on, Deuce, you’re not that stupid,” Ace teased.

“I might be.”

“Are you sure that you want to win that argument?” Yuu asked, raising an eyebrow.

Deuce hesitated. On one hand, he clearly didn’t want to admit to whatever it was. On the other, arguing that you’re actually extremely dumb is not an amazing thing for your self-esteem. This was quite the conundrum.

One he didn’t really have much time to consider. Because, while the walk back ‘home’ could never be considered short, Ace wasn’t particularly patient. He was, however, extremely annoying, poking at Deuce’s face and ribs to try and get him to open up.

At least he was using his finger and not a knife. Progress.

Eventually, Deuce sighed and gave in. “Fine, but promise you won’t tell anyone, okay?”

“... literally who would we even tell?” Yuu asked.

Deuce’s face reddened. “Just promise!”

Ace and Yuu gave each other confused looks, but then shrugged. If, somehow, all three of them were saved, they would not tell their new government about Deuce’s… probable crimes, guessing by the current way the conversation was going.

As long as he didn’t tell the government about their definite crimes, at least.

Deuce cleared his throat. “Before… everything, I was… a bit of an asshole. My mom was great, but without a dad around… you know the stereotype, I’m sure. Uh… I got into some shit I shouldn’t have. It stressed my mom out, and… I always said I’d get better ‘tomorrow’. But now…” His grip tightened on the shopping cart, briefly. For the first time, Yuu noticed a myriad of pale scars lining his hands. “But that’s in the past. By the time this is over, and I see my mom again, I want to be… no, I’m going to be better..”

Yuu and Ace looked at each other, unsure of what to say for a minute. They had expected drama, not whatever this was. This was a surprisingly genuine conversation that Deuce was roping them into, and that was a rarity in their ‘friend’ group for a reason. None of them were particularly good with the whole emotions thing, as is normal for teenagers and people who manage to survive months in apocalyptic scenarios. So teenagers who had managed to survive months in an apocalyptic scenario were just about the worst things they could be at the moment.

So, what should they do?

… hopefully, if they continued treating Deuce like they normally would, he would understand that they didn’t see him any differently just because he used to be awful. Because Yuu was not going to say any of that aloud, thank you very much.

Instead, he begins with, “I mean… I’m all for personal growth and all –.”

“I’m not,” said Ace. Thank you for your input, Ace.

“ – but I’m not sure that the apocalypse is the best time to decide to be a morally upstanding person.”

Deuce looked at him warily for a minute, and then snorted. “Dude, you are such a hypocrite.”

“No, I’m not. Everything I do is perfect and amazing.”

Ace raised an eyebrow. “Your best friend is a zombie.”

One time! He befriended a zombie one time!

But he had already made this point before, to no avail, so it was time for Yuu to try a different method. He smiled, softly. “Well, I met you guys, so was it really a mistake?”

Ace and Deuce went red. Grim’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“You can’t just flirt your way out of being called out,” Ace muttered.

His smile dropped into a pout immediately. “Awwww why nooooot?”

Grim bunted his head against Yuu’s shirt in an attempt to cheer him up. At least the problematic zombie he had adopted was on his side.

~

It took longer than one would have liked to get enough power saved in the generator for the radio to start up. Only one of them could actually turn the crank at any one time, and Deuce and Ace had been talking about taking turns, so Yuu decided it was the perfect time to find a quiet (secluded, hidden) corner to learn knitting.

Frankly, he kind of wished that he had just helped them. Knitting is, apparently, very hard. He squinted at the pattern in the book he’d picked up, and then down at what he had spent the last hour and a half making. It would, nicely put, be called a bundle of string. He was going to cry. How the hell did he manage to create the legendary gordian knot by accident?

“Grim, just turn me into a zombie already,” he lamented, throwing down his knitting needles so he could rest his head in his hands.

“Don’t try to get yourself killed,” Deuce said. “Especially not because you’re bad at knitting, of all things.”

“We still haven’t established whether it’s actually dying,” Yuu said, which might not be the strongest defense, but it was the only one he could come up with on the fly.

Deuce sighed. Deeply.

And then a hand grabbed Yuu by the ear. He shrieked and immediately scrambled to follow the hand for the sake of not dying. This is the true problem with people raised by single mothers. They are simply too good at getting people to listen to them. Yuu, who had had two parents, was not as effective – he tried screaming for Grim, but Grim just seemed amused by the whole situation. The traitor.

Deuce could kill him! Or torture him! And Grim would just be sitting idly by!

When he told Grim this, Grim almost seemed to laugh. Yuu hadn’t even known that cats could do that.

This is the worst day ever.

At least he got to sit down on Ace’s futon to await his fate. Ace had gotten less stingy over the past few days. Given enough time, Yuu was pretty sure he could wear the boy down enough to sleep on the futon with him, because he was getting sick of the sleeping bag, and dragging a mattress from the nearest apartment complex sounded like way more effort than he was willing to put in.

Ace came to sit next to him, fiddling with the settings on the radio, and Deuce took the spot on his other side. They huddled somewhat closer than they usually might to watch as the radio flickered to life, the high whine of static meeting their ears. Grim snapped to full attention. Ace began flipping through stations…

There was a fundamental flaw to their plan, though, as they quickly realized.

In order for their makeshift Spirit Box to work, there would need to be radio channels for them to cycle through. And there were none. No one was concerned with playing the greatest hits when the zombie apocalypse was going on.

Yuu flopped back onto the futon. “Guys. I think we might be stupid.”

~~~~~~~~

Pt6>

[cosmica-galaxy]

I’v been thinking of this scenario for a long time and I can’t get rid of it. And I have to ask:

How would your Oc’s and mimics in your Skibidi toilet fanfic, react in this scenario, to the human.

‘ it’s been getting real hot and there has been no rain for like quite some time and the human just can stand the heat so they give up and just take their shirt (or whatever upper body clothes their wearing) and they take it off, leaving their chest (if female wearing something of course) out wide for nearly everyone to see’

So how would they react

(The funny thing is that I also keep having this thought, but it's usually in the style of a "beach" episode. Imagine the human joins a deployment troop and they pit stop on an island for a while and the human decides to have some fun. They just see the clear blue waters of the ocean the moment they get on the beach and they start stripping down in front of everyone, revealing their own swimming suit. XDD) Camron would freeze the moment it happens and try to be a little decent by looking away. But his neck keeps forcing him to gaze upon the human as they STRIP BEFORE HIM. Must...not think...of...impure...thoughts!!! He would then watch them as they leave, their skin open and exposed...and sweaty. He has to put his head in the palms of his hands as his internal system begins to overheat. He needs to cool off...maybe there's a drink dispenser around here somewhere...he's thirsty. DJ would pause just like Camron, but would probably recover with much more grace than him. He gives the human a thumbs up and would probably offer a drink he's carrying at the time. He can't blame you for wanting to lighten your clothes...it's really warm out today! Even he finds himself tugging on the collar of his shirt to let off some heat...d-definitely not for any other reason! Haha! He even has a few songs that give off a tropical vibe built up in his queue as he accompanies you down to wherever you're going. Passing the time while they're on the island base listening to some tunes and sharing a drink or two with his human friend. Vee would easily be the most composed. But he would still have a sense of being flustered. How can the human show that much skin...? Most of the units that Vee hangs around with are primarily dressed from head-to-toe in articles of clothes...so seeing the human STRIP OUT OF THEIR FABRICS and expose their fleshy side to the world was...jarring. Not in a bad way, either. N-Not that he was staring, of course. He has manners and it's just human skin. The skibidis expose most of their faces all of the time, so what could be different? Maybe it's just the body that's throwing him off. Regardless, he admittedly hangs out with you while they're on the island. Watching you play in the surf and mess around on the beachfront while they're there. It's primarily relaxing, since this is one of their more isolated bases, so he's going to enjoy the peace while he can. Besides. He has a good view from the shore...a-and no! It doesn't have to do with the human and their exposed skin! Don't be assuming anything! The mimic crew would pause for only a moment before Pal reaches out and snags both Fiend and Buddy before they could sprint towards your direction. UGH, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO EXPOSE SKIN!? Don't you know that mimics only expose themselves like that when they're extremely comfortable and wanting companionship! Pal is very flustered as he holds up the other two with his massive limbs, taking advantage of his height, as they thrash about restlessly in his grip. You're lucky Pal is looking out for you...for all of you. Pal then begins to cart the other two away for a moment to decompress. Seeing the person of their affection so exposed like that...it was alluring and enticing to the mimics. Thankfully, Pal has far more restraint then the other two. They'll come back later when you're more...decent.

[itsdeathofabachelor]

Remember the post I made about Jotaro being the same level of fucked up as Kakyoin but in different ways? I think I need to give examples because I have a very distinct thing in my brain I need all of you people to grasp to some extent here.

Jotaro is fucking huge. Ginormous for no reason considering he very likely hadn’t had the time to work out in between beating the shit out of local gang members, dashing and dining, and being a bitch to his mother. But because he hasn’t really been in a setting with a bunch of people with similar physiques as him, he has no idea how to act outside of being ‘cool’. Like, he sees no point in flaunting how he looks so he doesn’t, unlike with someone who, say, worked at their body image for months.

So I am being dead serious when I say Holly didn’t make him a school lunch one time (she had such a bad flu bug she couldn’t get out of bed) Jotaro skips all of his classes, entire day ruined. He goes out to the convenience store, red faced, puffy eyed, and shoves a packet of donuts down his shirt. No one even fucking notices. He eats all of them and cries, it’s so fucking funny.

I should probably mention, Kakyoin is one hundred percent the only one who Jotaro could give less of a shit seeing him do this. So he’s there, gingerly explaining the breeding cycles of salmon and trout in hopes of engaging Jotaro’s autism enough so he doesn’t choke and fucking die around the three donuts he shoved in his mouth.

So, six foot five, bulging muscles, could pop a can of tomatoes open if he put it in between his thighs and squeezed slightly, having a breakdown under a tree somewhere in a national park, defeated. A red haired, twitchy twunk drawing with a stick in the ground saying some shit like, ‘you can tell it’s a type of mammal because of its fin bones, even if it’s exclusively in the water now— please slow down Jojo I really don’t want you to throw up again’.

No, like, he’s a mess all the time but would rather die than be around literally anyone when he has that ‘calm before the storm’ meltdown feeling. So he just sort of shows up at Kakyoin’s doorstep like a stray and lays on his bedroom floor for three hours. Sometimes he falls asleep and Kakyoin uses him as a backrest because he always chooses to be face first directly in front of his Atari and Kakyoin wants to play his games.

Kakyoin’s mother one hundred percent thinks Jotaro is some dangerous delinquent who is going to put her son into a grave, life or death peer pressure situation until she sees Jotaro being dragged out of the house by his ankles with an out of breath Kakyoin carting both their bags under one arm, Jotaro’s coat over one shoulder, and Jotaro’s foot in both his hands. Like, ‘We have a math test. I need good grades. I am not explaining to Miss Holly why you have to retake highschool’.

And Jotaro’s completely limp, like three hundred fucking pounds of pure muscle, wearing a tank top, face down with his hat brim dragging on the floor. He looks fucking dead. He looks like a dead fucking rat. And Kakyoin’s mother no longer has nearly as many worries about Jotaro but also is forever cursed with the knowledge that, even if she were to gossip to her book club about it, they would never believe her.

Also, she’s seen Jotaro cry three separate times on the kitchen floor as Kakyoin makes his grilled cheese in the shapes of dolphins because his favourite cereal changed their packaging or Sadao calls and he’s just losing it in a puddle of tears. He never mentions it again and literally goes back to normal like nothing had happened.

He could beat the shit out of a whole biker gang, spear and set their leader on fire, all stoic and angry and totally badass. Everything falls into place with perfectly timed catchphrases and comebacks, but he’ll still be at Kakyoin’s house, twenty minutes later, face down infront of his Atari. And Kakyoin will use him as a back rest to play his games.

[catiecat1320]

New fic! For @eggseabutter (sorry for tagging you again)

Eggdad propaganda! It’s a 5+1 fic

Sometimes you find family in the most unexpected of places. You know what they say— keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.

Read Below 🔽

Dr. Ivo Robotnik was bored. Very bored.

But esteemed doctor, you ask, how does one such as you get bored? There’s still a world to conquer!

You see, conquest is only so entertaining. It’s no fun if there isn’t someone trying to stop you, is it? The terror of villagers tends to get tiring after a while, especially when they simply run and hide at his approach.

He mulled over his problem as he flew around aimlessly, having been testing his new aircraft. It’d definitely make things more interesting if there was someone to help out the other side. His evilness was exceeding his own expectations. There was too much of an imbalance.

He needed an enemy. An archenemy! Someone who was heroic and kind and brave and whatever they say heroes are like. Someone who’d be fun to mess with, someone who’d pose a challenge. Yes, yes. He just had to find someone. 

Where was the only question…

A sharp scream, abruptly cut short, startled Robotnik out of his musing, causing him to pout. He looked around to find an unusual sight— a gaggle of kids, not older than twelve, had… what’s the word… ganged up on a little blue hedgehog and were carrying him, each one gripping a squirming limb, to somewhere undetermined.

Peculiar. It didn’t look very friendly to him, but maybe this was something children did now?

The doctor watched the strange procession, because why not. The kids hadn’t noticed him at all— at least, that’s what he thought… until the victim of this happening suddenly stared up at him with wide emerald eyes; terrified, pleading. 

Robotnik was taken back by the direct eye contact, but he didn’t have the time to think about it. Nor did the boy, who peeled his gaze away with a strangled whimper. Right then, the older children stopped at their destination. Before he realized what was happening, the band tossed the hedgehog over the side of the cliff, leaving him only enough time to cry out before a loud splash announced his plunge into water, probably a lake, eliciting a cheer from the bullies above.

Something surged within the doctor right then— anger, perhaps. Heart over mind, he fired a few shots from his aircraft, scattering the mean bunch, before diving downward to check on the hedgehog.

He was not faring well. It was clear at once that little blue couldn’t swim, yet was making a pathetic attempt at it, splashing frantically and taking in enough water to rival a sinking ship. 

That angry feeling grew stronger.

What kind of children would do something like this? Condemn another to what could very well be death?

A metal claw extended and caught the boy by the scruff, quelling his struggle, and pulled him back up to where the bullies stood just moments prior. As soon as he was let go, the hedgehog squirmed and coughed up water violently, gasping. 

Robotnik hopped to the ground and knelt beside him, awkwardly patting between his back quills as the events that had transpired sank in (pun not intended). Oh Chaos, this is weird, he thought. What am I doing? 

He wasn’t supposed to save people. That’s what heroes do. And he was a villain.

To make himself feel less uncomfortable, the doctor began to talk. He’d always been good at that. “You know, kid, you need to stand up for yourself. Get a weapon or something. Fight back” he rambled, and an image of the little hedgehog carting around a blaster made itself known in his mind’s eye, causing him to snort. “Okay, maybe a blaster’s a little extra. That’d definitely scare them off, though. It’d be funny to watch. Or— Ooo, maybe you could set up a trap. That’d be fun. Pit traps, net traps, cage traps, bear traps… the possibilities are endless! They step in the wrong place and BAM! Problem solved.”

The hedgehog peered at him curiously, emerald eyes tinged with what was probably horror, and Robotnik realized that he’d gone off on a tangent again. Oops. “Ahem. Uh, just something to think about.” He hoisted himself back up into his aircraft, settling comfortably. 

Meeting the gaze of the wide-eyed boy as he lifted off the ground, Robotnik spoke in a hushed tone. “If anyone asks you, this whole saving-your-butt thing”— he waves his hand for extra effect— “never happened. Got it?”

The hedgehog blinked, then offered him a small grin in response, giving a playful salute as the doctor flew off, engine sputtering faintly.

And if anyone saw him smile at that gesture— no, you didn’t.