#i'm not leaving the fandom anytime soon though

[thefourfan]

5 days until the Murder Drones finale!!!!!

Haha! Haha. I'm scared :')

[silkythewriter]

Hello! Can I request alastor x reader where the two were married while they were alive, but reader died via illness or something and went to hell (though they never partaked in the cannibalism) and the reunite in hell?

“I'll love you 'til I'm dead”

Warning!: Angst, but eventually fluff! A bit of OOC since I haven’t written in awhile.. (.,.)💧

Fandom!: Hazbin hotel!

Author note: LONGGGGG TIME NO SEE, HIYA! IM SO SORRY FOR MY HIATUS OF SORTS BUT I FELT LIKE WRITING SUM SMALL ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ I apologize!, I hope you guys enjoy and I’m so sorry for disagreeing yet again!.

Summary!: Spouse! Reader dying via sickness, but reuniting with alastor in hell.

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Louise (Louise)

I'll love you 'til I'm dead

Louise (Louise)

Not even if she likes the way you dance

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First of all, he cherished you to the fullest content. As stuck up as he seems to be smile and all, he was in desperate need of support and attention. And you supplying both of those was all he needed even if he didn’t say out loud the tender touches and moments you both shared alone was enough to tell you everything.

Your relationship was nothing less then sweet and tender, and depending if you knew of his..ahem..little side hobby, it was innocent as well!

He cared for you so deeply, so desperately, to the point where you became his tie to humanity. Of course he knew how to play a role of a sane man, but even then he needed you to tie him to the small humanity and sanity he had.

Although not a big fan of physical affection himself he would in private of course, indulge in your soft touches, and hold. He and there he may quietly slip next to you just so you could softly run you fingers across his skin.

But of course the unviable happen, as the world ripped him of what he held so dear. Maybe as a punishment for his sins and misdeeds, or simply because it could.

Of course in the 30’s medicine was far from advanced, not only that but expensive. So when the news arrived of your newly found sickness all he could do was smile and nod at the doctor as if he wasn’t receiving the most dreadful news.

At first, he genuinely did hope for a recovery, he believed you would get better. Sure a tiny voice in his head was feeding him scary thoughts, and his gut twisted and turned. He felt something was off but surely it was nothing!, right?.

But as your health deteriorated so did his mental state and sanity, even worse then it once was. He put up a front though, for your sake and his, comforting you and saying how you’ll be fine soon, and recover then both of you could go off and do something you always wanted to do.

At some points of repeating this it really turned into him assuring himself. That your not leaving him, no, not anytime soon.

The more you fell ill the more you watched him spiral infront of you. And all you really could do was stare at him with sadden eyes as you gave comforting touches against his cheek or holding him close, even if you could barely pull yourself up from the bed you laid.

You felt your time coming close to ending, and somehow so did he. But unlike you he denied it to the fullest extent.

“Please dear don’t speak of such things, don’t worry yourself. You’ll be fine you’ll see!, now just rest my dear”

He wanted to believe it’ll pass over anytime now, ignoring the doctors he spent fortunes on. And sometimes he does blame them even if they just told the truth. He hated how they couldn’t help you, how he couldn’t help you.

So the day of you passing was the day he lost his final tie to humanity. If not for you, why give such a nasty world mercy?.

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The minute they lowered your casket and buried you with the dirt is also the day he decided to amp up his murders.

He’s not sloppy with his murders their always calculated and tidy but grossem. Even with this, losing you he couldn’t concentrate which didn’t help his case as his blood lust grew and grew.

Each and every murder his mind went blank, thoughts of you kept flooding in that he desperately wanted to rip from his mind.

If a woman that wore you same fragrant passed him. She would be gone in a matter of days.

Nights were colder, harsher, he always assumed karma would catch up to him, but to him not you.

He often questioned what happened how did it happen. How did you even get such a illness?, and why did it have to be you?. We’re you in heaven watching him in his pitiful state? Was there even such a thing?. If there was…he surely wasn’t going to see you he knew where he was damned to go, but you?, he was sure you deserved the Pearl-ist set of wings.

Depending on the days, months or years following your death, he’s like a ticking time bomb.

He yearns for you in such a way he’s humiliated at it in a way. He misses you desperately, widowed too soon, he always assumed it would be you to be in this position, but he assumed wrong.

Even then he couldn’t tell if he could subject you to the twist of his heart and guts. He would beg to die before you, but the pain he feels now is something he would never want you to feel.

Following thoughts of your death was also his. Would he get to see you soon?, one last glance before being damned?.

He never truly moved on, cause you were his only love. Loving someone for him atleast, was rare in a romantic sense.

At some point he genuinely does just continue his murders till his death, maybe it was your passing that truly killed him. After your passing he was a bit hasty, maybe that’s what lead him to be shot in the woods. But who truly knows?

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Now, after his death is where everything truly came together.

His rise to power was fairly quick killing overloads one by one gaining more voices on his radio.

But the lingering feeling of hope stayed in him…maybe you were here? Waiting for him?, But at the same time he hated this life for you, in such a miserable and disgusting yet admittedly amusing place(at least to him)

Now depending on how you found him maybe the minute his radio debuted. Or maybe by a game of telephone by the residents in hell whispering rumors and describing someone all to familiar to you.

Either way! You guys do eventually find each other. By chance or destiny is up to you

The minute he spots you, hears you, even senses you, he freezes. His smile never flattering but static surrounding the area as he processes what’s happening. Is this some sort of trick?, how..how did you end up here?

In a matter a seconds though he’s in front of you, looming as his shadow grows in suspense.

He holds his appearance and self image very important but in this tiny moment of silence. He lets it slip even if just a bit, smile never faltering but I’m his eyes a glimpse of renewed joy. Genuine joy, not form the harms of others but from something warm…something bitter sweet.

Maybe it’s you who pipes up snapping him from observing you like a painting in a museum.

“See?” You said softly grabbing his hand gently like you used to do, as you softly brought it to your face and softly planted it on your cheek. “I’m real” you said with a soft smile (SILENT HILL REFERENCE!!¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Depending on where you are he’s quick to whisk you away to somewhere secluded.

Despite the questions on his mind all he can do is silently stare at you taking in ever detail, even if some changes here and there, you were still you. The you that he missed so desperately for all too long.

Even if not one for physical affection he’s quick with holding you, scared of you being taken from him again, taking in all he can.

Your so much more precious then he leads on, and he’ll be damned to second hell if he loses you again.

In the period of first meeting you again he is keen on keeping an eye one you 24/7, doesn’t matter what powers or how long you survived without him in hell. He can’t risk it, especially not now as he started accumulating enemies so quickly.

He’ll treat you like it’s your first time dating, of course in his old time-y way, but either surprising you with flowers at random times of the day, or watching you get giddy when he kisses the crown of your head.

Now that he knows, and felt the pain of losing you, every moment you have together form than on is cherished more than before. He remembers every day with you like the back of his hand, what you ate, what you said, what you wore, and more!

He know’s…he knows he’s a messed up, and vail man. He understands the gruesome things he’s done with little to no regret. But if he did in somehow and some way do good, something good to earn you back in his afterlife man is he greatful for it.

Some nights he does just stare at you. He’s scared, he will never show it but he is. If he loses you again, for eternity, he’s not sure what’d he do with himself. And that, the fact you weight so heavily on him is the second scariest thing, first being losing you.

Over all, he’s taken aback having you back, but he gets use to it very quickly, your soft comforting touches and your voice that brings back a flood of memories is something he will never forget nor let ago, he isn’t losing you this time, and he’ll do anything to make sure of that.

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WOW THAT WAS LONG, I LOVED WRITING IT THOUGH OH MY GOSH I LOVED THIS IDEA, PLEASE REQUEST AGAIN!!! \(^ヮ^)/

[newobsessionweekly]

Family Ties

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Eddie Diaz x firefighter!reader Fandom: 911

Summary: You and Eddie have been dating for a few months now, but your older brother, Buck, don’t know until you get hurt on a call and he puts all the pieces together.

Angst/Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of fire, injuries.

Requested: No

Words: 1.9k Requests are open for Eddie / Buck! Gif not mine, credits to the owner.

Standing in front of the firehouse, you adjust your helmet and gear and feel the adrenaline rush that comes with being a firefighter. You were proud to become a paramedic at Station 118 in LA, following in your older brother Buck's footsteps. You have always admired Buck's courage and strength in leaving home, building a career, and saving lives. This job is perfect for him since he saved your life back then. You own everything you are in that moment to Buck.

You greeted everyone at the firehouse, eager for a new day. Hen and Chim checked supplies, Bobby inspected trucks, and Buck ate his breakfast undisturbed. Everyone turned theirs heads and smiled, wishing you a “Good Morning” in response.

“I hope you choke on that food. I'll let your lazy ass die anytime.” you greet your brother, still angry about him ditching you up last night and not giving you a ride in the morning.

“Love you too, munchkin!" Buck yelled with a full mouth of milk and cereals.

“Stop calling me that, I'm not five anymore!” you said firmly, pouring yourself a cup of coffee. Eddie laughed, making his way up on the stairs. “Morning to you too!” you greeted him. “Something funny?”

You brightened Station 118 for all to see. Upon entering, the room radiates warmth and light wavily pours down on everyone. You are that magnet of happiness that could cheer up any bad day. Who wouldn't love you?

You watch Eddie enter the kitchen, patting Buck's shoulder on his way to the fridge. He winked and handed you the milk, a sudden burst of warmth covering your cheeks.

Eddie is both Buck's best friend and your secret boyfriend. Well, not that secret, everyone knows except Buck. And everyone is hiding you both until you're ready to tell you big brother.

You and Eddie bonded immediately upon joining Unit 118. All the laugher and deep conversations held in Buck's living room, slowly turned into small electric touches and stolen kisses.

Eddie made excuses for Buck to babysit Christopher while he took you on little dates, most of them between the walls of his home. But you didn't care as long as you were together.

Eddie is the most amazing man you've ever met. Strong, brave, and incredibly smart. All the stories about the war and you still can't believe the man in front of you was some years ago on the open field. He's handsome, all worked up and as cheerful as you every single day. Though, the signs of the war are painted on his skin, he exudes a mature aura that masks his traumas. He's also a perfect father.

Some girls dream of men like this, even fantasies about them being a father, but all you gotta do is open your eyes and admire the view. And it's only yours.

"You're right, Y/n. You're not five. You both are five and acting like idiots.” Eddie poured himself a cup of coffee while Buck's gaze was pointed at you. His face twisted comically in confusion. How did Eddie know you need milk for your coffee without you asking for it?

Eddie is more than thankful to have beside him a woman just as perfect as an angel. You spread love, exhibits passion, demonstrates bravery in saving people, and look stunning while doing so.

However, you still hesitate to reveal your relationship with Eddie, knowing that it could complicate things with your overprotective brother.

As soon as the alarm went off calling a car crash with multiple injuries, you placed your cup on the table and run off to the truck with Eddie by your side while Buck analysing your every move and how the distance between you and Eddie closes day by day. He smells something's going on.

Throughout the day, you and Eddie teamed up seamless and efficient together. Buck, on the other hand, noticed your chemistry and couldn't help but feel a little suspicious. He first lost his partner, but could also lose his best friend and sister ? Buck brushed it off as he hurriedly approached the cars holding captive civilians, ignoring any doubts.

The quiet afternoon allowed your for reflection while washing off the blood under the hot water pouring over your bloody-covered body, then silently enjoyed Bobby's delicious lunch.

“Uh-huh, Buckley siblings aren't talking." "Something's off," Bobby quipped, eyeing the people standing around the table.

Chuckling, you searched for Eddie's sight before the alarm blared once more.

Unit 118 was dispatched to a high-rise building fire. You raced to the scene, adrenaline pumping. The team surrounded Bobby, listening to his command. “Buck, you're coming with me to the back, we need to secure an exit and search for survivors. Eddie, Y/n, Chim and Hen, search the first two floors, pull out the fire, and search for survivors, ten at number.” everyone nodded as he explained to never split up, but if needed, you stay close to a wall and never let go of the hose. “Be safe out there!” Buck nodded to you and Eddie, silently urging caution and a safe return.

As you entered the building, Eddie's firefighter instincts kicked in, and he took charge of the situation. He led the team through the thick smoke and intense heat, searching for survivors and extinguishing the flames.

But as you were making your way out of the building, a sudden explosion rocked the structure, causing debris to collapse around you. You shielded Eddie out of the way just in time, but you were struck by falling debris. Your trapped leg caused a painful mix of blood and agony.

Eddie rushed to your side, his heart pounding with fear. He checked for other injuries with shaky hands.

"Calling for help, ok? Hen and Chim will be back, and you'll be okay!” Eddie comforted, cupping your cheeks, forcing you look at him. You were conscious and likely only suffered a sprained ankle while the blood that flood around was coming from a cut above your knee.

“I'm fine, just a sprained ankle. We should go search for survivors," you suggested, gazing at the ashes of the once-mischievous flames that nearly engulfed the entire building.

Eddie looked at you in disbelief. You and Buck were remarkably alike. Or maybe the gene of recklessness run deep in both you DNA's. He's worried about the leg, despite your pleading to go search for the people stuck in that building, you can't move fast enough. It will only slow down the operation and cause any other damage.

“Here the captain, the building is clear.” Bobby radioed. You breathe easily now, the survivors were out of any harm. “Find your way back safely, the fire spreading quickly to the roof."

“Come on, we have to go.” Eddie said, pushing aside with all his strength the debris that was pinning you down. "Copy that, cap!" Eddie spoke into his radio.

“Y/n, do you copy?" Buck's voice crackled through Eddie's radio. Yours was broken in the fall. Buck searched the perimeter with worry in his eyes.

“Don't tell Buck, please.” you pleaded, afraid your brother wouldn't keep his feet at place, rushing recklessly into the burning building to save you. Eddie nodded, thinking of what he could tell his best friend.

"Y/n's radio broke, but she's en route to the hospital doing CPR.” Eddie fibbed. Bobby nodded at the words and told everyone to go back to the station as Unit 146 could handle the fire themselves. They got every other unit off duty. “Bobby, take Buck and Chim with you. I'm coming right back, Hen can give me a ride. We'll go after Y/n at the hospital.”

“Copy that. On our way now!” Bobby and Buck left, cap confident that the remaining men could handle as the fire was slowly being extinguished.

Buck obeyed Bobby's orders for your sake, though he didn’t really bite that.

As Eddie carried you out of the building with you laying on him, slowly walking to the paramedic truck, you saw Hen's eyes widening. “You said she was on her way to the hospital!" she scolded Eddie, shaking her head in a disapproving gesture. “You hurt?” she checked for injuries on your body.

“Just small bruises and a scars, a spread ankle. "Nothing serious," you report.

Eddie hugged you tight, now clear-minded. He was relieved you both returned from that building in one piece. He admired your courage and dedication. Your kindness towards the injured made him fall in love with you all over again seeing you giving all the injured people a soft smile and help they needed, without a single doubt. You hugged him back, seeking comfort in his arms, preparing your patience for when will Buck find out.

“Ok, Eddie ride with her in the back. We going to the hospital.”

Back at the firehouse, Buck was anxiously waiting for news on the fire. He waited at the station for an hour, pacing through the kitchen, eager for you to get back. His thoughts buzzed with all the worst-case scenarios. Buck rushed towards you as soon as he saw the truck reversing into the station. His eyes turned red when Eddie helped you hop up from the back of the paramedic truck, your leg all bandaged and bruises painted all over you, from your beautiful face to the arms. Slowly limping to him, Buck rushed over to you, his concern evident.

"What the hell happened?" Buck asked, his voice filled with worry.

Y/n got hit by falling debris, but she insisted on continuing to help with evacuation," Eddie explained, casting a proud glance at you. “She's fine now, just a few scratches, but she managed to clear the building.

“Screw about that building. "Why did you do that?" Buck looked at his sister, his protective instincts kicking in. "Why didn't you tell me you got hurt?" he scolded you gently.

"I didn't want to worry you," you replied, giving your brother a weak smile. "I guess you passed to me the recklessness gene," you laughed, trying to ease the tension. “I'm fine, Buck, really."

But Buck's attention shifted to Eddie, and he noticed the concerned look in the firefighter's eyes as he tended to your injury. Buck's suspicions were confirmed as he realized the truth.

"You two are dating, aren't you?" Buck asked, surprised and a little taken aback.

You and Eddie exchanged nervous glances before nodding. Buck's initial surprise turned into a mix of emotions - surprise, worry, protectiveness - but also saw the love and happiness in you both.

"I care about her, Buck," Eddie begins earnestly, looking Buck straight in the eye. "I promise to take care of her." Eddie locked his hand in yours, both of them helping you up the stairs and have a seat on the couch.

Buck couldn't deny the sincerity in Eddie's words, and he knew that you are a capable firefighter who could take care of herself. Reluctantly, he nodded and pulled you both into a tight hug. Buck knows Eddie's a great guy, he also knows about the baggage you're both dealing with, hope you'll both manage to heal each other.

"Just be careful with her," Buck said, his voice filled with emotion. "She's my little sister, and I know how a pain in the ass she could be.” he joked, passing you a glass of water.

Well, maybe all the bad did something good after all.

[candyfloss-kittens]

22 years….

I've known of the trio for… as long as I can remember, given my dad would watch them way back when they were still on Top Gear. I don't know when Top Gear first aired on TV in New Zealand, I guess when the show first started to get popular world wide? I don't know…. Though, I do have some very vague recollections of seeing news reports about Hammond's big crash back in 2006 when I was 8, but I really don't know. I might've just heard of it back then, not necessarily seen anything about it.

Now, while I had watched bits of Top Gear over the years, and back in primary school, I'd tend to hang more around boys at school rather than girls (I do recall at one point with the desk layouts I was the only girl in one group alongside five other boys), and if I recall correctly, a lot of them would talk about Top Gear. I think I might've even watched some of Top Gear with one of my closest childhood friends many years ago, we might've even watched the Botswana special together when it first aired in NZ, though I genuinely can't remember if that actually happened or not (my memory is… not great). But given me and him did do a lot of things together, and we were both interested in most of the same things, it's possible (I've not seen that old friend in years now, though. Last I heard, he's got three kids…).

I do remember back in 2015 hearing about Jeremy essentially being fired from the BBC, and James and Richard leaving alongside him. Though, I cannot remember what my thoughts on that while situation was, given I at the time I didn't care about them.

It wasn't until late 2021 that I actually started getting into Clarkson, Hammond, and May. I think right as the Grand Tour's Carnage A Trois released. Pretty sure it was a result of some YouTube compilation of the trio popping up on my YouTube feed. At like 1:30am in the morning after i had gotten home from working night shift at my previous job at a mussel factory (that has unfortunately, and frustratingly, now closed down). How, when I've never been interested in cars at all, I have no idea. Then I started mostly just watching YouTube compilation videos of them after work before getting to bed. Then, I had ended up finding a copy of one of the sampler DVDs that came with the Top Gear magazines, the Supercars one, at one of the op shops near me for $2. I kind of just… fell head first into the trio after that. Buying every book and DVD of theirs that I could find, which was a lot easier than I had thought. Found many of my TG books and DVDs at the op shops near me (still had to get a few online, though, because some weren't easy to find, like May's Cars of the People).

Then at one point, I got curious about if there was fanfic written about them. I'm no stranger to rpf fanfic, so while I was surprised to find that there is, I sort of expected there to be? Because if it exists, there's bound to be fanfic for it. What was a surprise though, is just how into writing fanfic of the trio I got. Especially considering at the time I was trying to move away from writing rpf. So, thanks for that, guys.

I still find myself curious whether or not the guys know that there's fanfic about them, and what their thoughts are on it, though. I'd like to think that they just don't give a fuck, because surely if they had a problem with it (if they're aware of it), then they would've said something about it by now.

So… yeah. Known of them since forever, but never really cared much for them until late 2021 at 23. And now in 2024, at 26, I'm still very much into them, despite not really caring about cars (with the exception of collecting die-cast cars, and putting together model kit cars). I don't even have my driver's license.

While I definitely got into the fandom late, it's been very fun. And in terms of my Ao3 fics for the trio, I still have many more ideas to come, so even though the Grand Tour has now ended, I'm not going to be stopping writing fic for them anytime soon. And definitely won't stop me from finishing off my collection of all their books and DVDs they've released over the years.

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Fandom

Call of Duty

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Characters

Y/N ; Gender Neutral ; They/Them ; little

Simon "Ghost" Riley ; He/Him ; CG

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⚠Content Warnings⚠

Violence, War stuff, COD yk.

Cursing here and there.

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Plot Summary

Y/N was having a hard time with your friends. You just wanted to be hugged, just for a few seconds. Simon fell victim.

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You and Ghost weren't close, but you got along well enough. You had your moments on missions you got assigned on together here and there. But otherwise, you guys didn't talk much. You had a relationship where you both agreed to tolerate each other, that's as far as it went.

Ghost was talking to a new recruit, giving them advice on hand to hand combat. He didn't even notice you come up to him. He jumped a little in surprise when you hugged him from behind and leaned against him. Though he told you to fuck off, you wouldn't let go even after he tried pushing you off.

" Fuckin' hell let go already, " he groaned, not even noticing that the recruit had left, leaving you and Ghost alone.

You had been ignored by your friends all day. There wasn't really a reason why you picked Ghost of all people to attach yourself to, but it was obvious you wouldn't be letting go anytime soon. Your eyes pooled with tears while you struggled not to regress, hands gripping onto poor Ghost's clothing.

You just wanted to be held, just for a little while. You felt so abandoned by the people you cared about right now.

The poor rookie Ghost had been talking to became extremely awkward. She looked back and forth between you two before taking a free steps back. Her eyes caught the Lieutenants, causing a yelp to escape her. She shrunk down out of anxiety.

" Excuse me sir-" she quickly excused before scrambling off. It left you and Ghost alone in the room.

Ghost grumbled and looked at you up and down before saying, " Kid, I told you to leave, " he was trying to get you off him, but you were still clinging to him. His eyes were beginning to soften a bit, although he didn't want anyone to notice.

You finally let go... sort of. You let go enough that you weren't hugging Ghost to death. However, your fingers still held onto the heme of his shirt. A few tears escaped your eyes, but you kept your head down, staring at the floor. With how hard you glared at the floor, it could've burned holes into it. You were angry, at your friends. So frustrated that they kept doing this, ignoring you, to you. Most of all you felt frustrated with yourself.

Ghost sighs and then looks down at you, his expression is a little surprised, but he still looks annoyed.

" What do you want? I thought I told you to get lost. I'm not a babysitter, " he says, crossing his arms over his chest. Although he was trying to be harsh, his tone was softer than he intended.

You didn't blame Ghost for what he said. You guys barely spoke, unless on field together. You lifted his free hand and tried to wipe away your tears while yiur bottom lip trembled. You didn't even know yourself why you came to Ghost.

Gently, you tugged on Ghost's shirt, as if he'd be able to understand somehow.

He seemed confused for a moment at what you wanted, but then he realized what you were gesturing towards. He sighs, seemingly giving in, and he bends down to pick you up. As he came back up, he glanced around to see if anyone was watching, but they're out of sight for now. As you were picked up, you arms gently wrapped around Ghost's neck, resting lazily on his shoulders. You completely slumped against him, clearly feeling better by the action. Though you let out small hiccups as you quietly cried. You were trying to stop but instead miserably failing.

" There, " he mutters, " Now you're satisfied I suppose. Now what? Get it over with then. "

Ghost seems annoyed still, but doesn't have the heart to put you back down just yet. Even if you were to be spotted like this, it would be fine. They wouldn't understand why he would let this happen, but it was clear you needed something, and he wasn't going to deny you that. Ghost sighs and he continues to stand here with you in his arms, feeling you relax against his body. He begins stroking your hair as he waits for you to finally calm down.

You only were like this, crying, for a few minutes after Ghost began to stroke his hair. It was maybe twenty minutes in total before you calmed down. You moved one of your arms to his chest, quietly sucking on his thumb as you kept completely slumped against him, practically curling into the larger man's chest.

" What's with the thumb sucking? " he asked, his tone was confused but gentle.

The instructor's weren't close enough to hear, so you didn't need to worry about that. Ghost was gently rocking you back and forth in his arms. His gaze was focused on your thumb, he was a bit confused. He's never seen someone who's not a toddler do that.

You didn't really reply. You we're so tired and the crying had made your regress. No that you could control it. You wished you could, but your regression is involuntary. You shifted a little in Ghost's arms to be closer to him, though it was literally impossible. You found himself cuddling into you, hiding even.

Your eyes flickered closed off and on sleepily as he rocked you. It only made you relax more. Even if you're an adult, you're acting like you're a young child. If Ghost was honest, seeing that was... oddly calming for a reason he hasn't ever been able to put a finger on. His eyes keep going back to your thumb, and he has a look on his face that's hard to explain. It's somewhere between curiosity and confusion.

You felt so little, falling deeper into little space. You cuddled into Ghost's chest as a small yawn escaped you. You felt so safe in his arms.

Ghost's voice was soft when he spoke in reply to your yawn, " Tired? "

You gave a small nod, you did feel tired. To you, your body felt heavy from how tired you felt. You nuzzled into his chest, fingers of your free hand gently holding his shirt. You refused to let go, as if he'd disappear. You could feel his body shift just a little, just so he could hold you comfortably. He kept rocking you back and forth, the movement seemed to keep you calm. Ghost was still confused a bit, by your thumb sucking and now the yawning. He wasn't expecting the behavior of a little child from someone who wasn't a child. He wondered what this was about.

Ghost doesn't know what to do in this situation.

You're acting like a child, and you're clinging onto him.

The only thing that makes Ghost think you're an adult still, is your height and your size. Everything else is screaming to his brain that you're probably a toddler now. His gaze goes to your thumb, you're still sucking on it. It's as if you're a toddler clinging to their security blanket. He swallowed thickly.

" Kid? Are you alright?... "

You shifted a little bit, clearly having fallen asleep for a few seconds before hearing Ghost speak. You let out a tired yawn, moving your free hand to rub his eyes childishly. Your mannerisms were so different compared to before. You gave a small nod though, reassuring Ghost that you are, indeed, okay. This seemed to sooth the older man.

A quiet chuckle escaped him. He still didn't understand what was going on. You still have your thumb in your mouth, you acted exactly how a toddler would. Ghost looks at you for a moment, and for a few seconds, this situation felt normal. There was a little child in his arms, and he felt like a father watching his child go to sleep. But then he snapped out of that, remembering that adults don't act like children.

By the time Ghost shook off that mentality, you had fallen asleep. Your thumb lightly hung from your lips while you let out soft, calm, breaths.

Ghost still felt confused by this, but you seemed perfectly fine. You were just acting like a child, there was nothing that seemed wrong.

He let out a faint sigh, and decided to take you back to your bunk. He took each step carefully, trying not to make any loud noises. He eventually made it to your bunk, and he put you on the bed, leaving your thumb in your mouth. He then sat on the edge of the lower bunk, carefully watching you, just in case anything was wrong.

Once set into the bed, you curled up on instinct. You shifted for a few minutes before settling down and falling right back to sleep. Your thumb kept in your mouth while you slept peacefully all curled up in a small ball.

Ghost was still conflicted, confused even. You didn't look sick or anything, and you weren't in any physical pain. Yet, you acted as if you were a tiny child. Your mannerisms and behavior were nothing like that of a grown adult. But then, even after he had thought that, he saw you curl up and go back to sleep, just like a little child.

" What the hell, " he muttered softly, leaning his head back against the wall behind him.

As his eyes flickered over to you, he spotted you softly chewing on your thumb. It made him smile a little. Ghost's eyes soften after as he watched you. His expression seemed a little concerned, but he didn't understand why he felt that way.

He sighed and stood, moving over to the closet in the bunk to bring out a blanket. After a moment, he covered you up with the small blanket, tucking you in so you don't get cold. Ghost then stood there watching you for a few seconds. He watched as you nuzzle into the new warmth of the blanket. He stood there unmoving until he realized he should really let you rest.

Ghost took one last look at you before he left. He made sure you were comfortable before he left the room. That's when a thought ran through his mind, and his eyes widened a bit.

Did you just regress in front of him?

He had no idea why a fully grown adult would regress, but he had a gut feeling that's what had just happened.

***

The next morning, you were up and doing your usual routine on base. You looked just fine and no longer was regressed, at least for now. You had gotten some amazing sleep, the best sleep you've gotten in a long time.

Currently, you were helping some rookie with cleaning their gun, giving tips and generally teaching them.

Ghost kept an eye on you, but he didn't want to interfere. He was honestly still confused by why you had regressed like that, but he figured it probably wasn't the best idea to ask just yet. He was also still a little surprised to see you acting your age and no longer in that childish state from last night, not that he knew that much about age regression.

After about an hour, the rookie thanked you and left, leaving you by yourself. You still felt odd considering the new recruits as rookies, given just tow years ago you were one too. You gathered a few things, making sure everything got placed back where it needed to go while trying to clear your mind for you next task of the day.

Ghost had been watching the rookie leave, but he looked at you when you were about to place everything in its correct spots. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, looming over you unintentionally from afar. He didn't know how to approach you right now. He was awful at this, emotions and bonding with people. It was so much easier when the other person was an extrovert.

" You going to keep staring at me like I grew two heads or-? " you joked as you slipped some things into place again. You glanced over to him as a playful smile crossed your lips.

Thank god you said something.

" No, " he bluntly replied. His cool demeanor back at full force. Not that he was all that warm the other day. Ghost pushed himself off his heels and walked towards you, standing beside you but keeping an arms length away.

" Last night..." he muttered, his tone was gentle, "...Were you regressed?...."

You took a moment to process what Ghost had said, however when you did he looked away with shame. Your head lowered, slightly hiding behind your messy hair.

" Yeah, " you admitted awkwardly, anxiously even.

He was a bit surprised by your quick answer, but he is very gentle about this information.

" Why?..." he asked, not in a condescending or questioning tone of voice, just out of curiosity. His tone is still gentle and calm, he even sounds slightly concerned.

" If I knew that I wouldn't regress at all, " you chuckled with a playful smile, though a weak one. You were trying to make the conversation less awkward. Your gaze practically burned into the floor.

" I'm sorry, " you whispered.

Ghost let's out a small sigh, " Don't be, I'm just curious. And you don't need to apologize. It was just... really strange to see. "

He doesn't mention the word 'cute' but when he was saying strange, he meant it in a good way. He couldn't deny how cute you looked while you were regressed last night. However he felt that it would only add to the tension in the air right now.

" It's not that, I'm sorry I did it, " you clarified with a small shake of your head.

You fidgeted with your hands, picking at your gloves with nothing but pure guilt showing on your expression.

" How long does this last? When you regress, I mean, " he added after a few moments.

You lifted your head a bit at the question. It surprised you with how much interest Ghost was showing in your regression. With a deep breath, you looked away and gently swung your hands back and forth at your sides a few times. Then they settled down. You shifted your weight to be more on your heels.

" I mean, it depends. The shortest I've gone is an hour. The longest I've regressed was... a year, " he hesitantly spoke.

Ghost's head raises a bit in surprise, " A year? " He cleared his throat before gathering his thoughts again. " Wait...a year? As in 365 days...that long?..." He is speechless by that, he wasn't expecting to hear that the longest regression you've had was a full year.

You stared at the floor, giving a nod to confirm Ghost had heard you correctly. You gently leaned back against the table behind you. Your heart was racing in your chest. You didn't remember much about that year, but every time someone reacted like this it always made you feel so guilty about it. You couldn't even control it, but people managed to make you feel this way.

Ghost was speechless for a few moments. He just stared at you in disbelief, and you could tell he wasn't expecting that at all.

" Are you...you're not joking right?... You're serious?... " his voice was quiet, still processing the information you gave him. You were regressed for a full year? How is that even possible?

" I wouldn't joke about something like this, " you mumbled as you gently rubbed one of your arms in an attempt of self comfort. You didn't know what to think of Ghost asking you so many questions about your regression.

Ghost's mind had gone completely blank. A full year, what could make someone regress for a year? He didn't know what to think. He didn't know what to say. He wanted to ask, but he didn't want to be rude or hurtful if this was something sensitive.

" A year...did something happen? "

You only gave a small shrug. You didn't reply for a long while, maybe about thirty minutes in the least before you sighed in defeat.

" I was having a hard time in high school. I don't really remember that year, but I remember the beginning of it. I don't know what triggered it, but it just felt better to be that way. "

Ghost's eyes widened a bit when you finally told him *why* you regressed for that long.

" You don't remember a whole year because you regressed? " he asked, a genuine and gentle look on his face. He seemed a bit confused, but he understood the reason behind it. High school definitely wasn't the easiest period of time for anyone. " Did you need anything to end it? Or did it just end on its own? "

You gave a small shrug at the first question. You weren't really sure how to reply, so that's what you settled for. The next you could answer, at least.

" I don't know, I guess it ended on its own. Eventually I just started regressing less and less. "

" Did you have anyone to help you while you were regressed for that year? Or a way to make sure you were safe? " he was now a little worried about what you went through, he still couldn't believe that a person could regress that long. " Were you ever in danger? "

" Yeah I did have someone, " you reassured quickly.

" Did they know how to help and take care of you? "

The question surprised you a little. It was the past, so you weren't sure why he was focusing on it so much. Obviously you ended out just fine, you were still here living. Ghost seemed really focused on what you just said, he was just making sure you were alright when you regressed that much.

" If you don't mind me asking, who was the person that helped you during that time? "

" Yes they did, " you sighed, looking visibly uncomfortable by the topic. " And I rather not talk in depth about this, please. "

Ghost nods, letting you know he understands that. He doesn't want to pry any further.... but he does have one last question, " I know you don't want to talk about it in depth, but can you at least tell me how the person who helped you during that time was related to you? Family, close friend, significant other, etc? "

" Ghost, " you warned in a low tone.

He sighed, he didn't want to push you to talk about something so sensitive. He knew he should've held his tongue, " Right, sorry. I understand. "

As he finally dropped it, you felt the tension drop from your shoulders.

" I apologize, I shouldn't have asked that, " he gave a more clear apology.

You can tell his tone is sincere, he really was just apologizing for pushing the question that far when it was obviously causing some emotional pain for you. Either way, you weren't really upset with him. You just wanted him to stop pushing.

" Alright, I won't ask about it again. Can I ask an unrelated question though? " Ghost offered. The offer made you raise an eyebrow.

" Yes you can, just be respectful. "

" Do you like me? " he randomly asked.

He isn't asking that question in a romantic or inappropriate manner. He has noticed more and more how your mannerisms and personality seemed to change depending on who you're interacting with. He was honestly just curious as to your true thoughts of him.

You blinked in surprise by the question. You weren't really sure how to answer. You guy's weren't close, hardly could call each other friends. Honestly, this is the first time they've ever really talked one on one that didn't involve a mission.

" Well I don't hate you, " you chuckled.

Ghost gave a small chuckle, " Well yeah, I kind of figured. But I meant in a more personal sense. Like, you know, do you see me as a friend, or you feel neutral about me? "

He wanted to get a grasp on where you stood concerning your relationship with him. He may not be your closest friend, but he wasn't your enemy either.

You hummed in thought, looking away from him as you placed an item back where it went. " I guess neutral then. "

Ghost nods, he's fine with the answer he received. He didn't need you to outright say you were his friend. This would leave him content. Besides, it made sense. He wasn't entirely sure why he was concerning himself with this, with your opinion of him. After seeing you regressed yesterday, he guessed he felt the need to feed that curiosity of your relationship.

" Can I be honest with you about something? " he asked, his tone was genuine.

" Only if you want, " you replied with a soft shrug, not really caring what Ghost did and didn't share with him. Regardless, he'd cherish it.

While waiting for his reply, you finally finish up putting everything back where it went. With the task now done, you stood facing the older man with your arms crossed over your chest. You remained patient for him. However, much to your surprise, he spoke fairly quickly.

" I think you're cute. "

Ghost hadn't meant it in a romantic sense, but the sincerity in his tone is sincere. Your regressed behavior was the most adorable thing he saw in a long time, and he couldn't help but be drawn to it.

" I mean, uh, I didn't mean it like in a romantic sense, " he awkwardly clarified.

You were surprised by the complement. You blinked a few times before your expression softened at Ghost's awkward clarification. It was funny to him, though appreciated. Out of little space you weren't interested in romantics, besides books and movies. You're aromantic, to put it simply.

" Thank you, that's sweet, " you chuckled out with a rare smile.

" You really were cute though, I had no idea you acted like that. It was..." Ghost's words trail off, but his gentle smile on his face remains. You were really adorable when you regressed. Something about that was...comforting for him, it was soothing in a way.

You gave a small nod, gently fidgeting with your hands in front of yourself. You chewed the inside of your cheek as a for seconds silence fell between them. It was comfortable.

" If... if you're comfortable with it, you can see me like that again. Regressed, I mean. "

Ghost's eyes widen a bit. He had never expected you to offer such a thing. Frankly, he didn't think he would ever see you regressed like that again. Surprise over took his excitement, at least for now.

" You...would let me see that again? Are...are you sure? Are you comfortable with me seeing you like that? " He sounded a bit nervous, but also excited to see you in that state. It had caught his attention and he loved the way you acted in that regressed state.

You inhaled slowly and deeply to rid yourself of your nerves. " I am, but it's 100% your decision. I understand if you don't want to. "

Ghost's mind was going through a lot of different thoughts about this. Does it change anything to our relationship? Is it weird to be comfortable with seeing someone regress? But at the same time...

" I...I guess I'm comfortable seeing you regress again...if you're really sure about this...that it's okay for me to see you like that again..." His voice is quiet, he's still unsure if it's the right decision to agree to this. What if it turns out wrong?

" I have things to take care of still, but I'm free tomorrow if you are, " you offered.

Ghost nodded, " Sure, I think tomorrow sounds good...I can stop by after you finish your regular tasks for the day. Would that be alright with you? "

He's still a bit nervous but he's getting more comfortable with this choice. He had really enjoyed seeing you regressed, and if you were comfortable with agreeing to this, he felt the same way. It would be a nice way to unwind.

" Mm, my room probably wouldn't work. My bunk mates are always around, " you sighed and shook your head. " Lazy ass's, " you grumbled.

* Hm...maybe you could come stay with me in my room? I don't have any issues there. It would be a bit more private anyway, " Ghost offered the solution with ease.

It made you nervous. You never expected to see Ghost's room. Frankly, you never thought you'd share a conversation with him. This felt awkward, yet you were glad to form a bond with him. Maybe it would be useful in the future.

" If you're sure then okay, " you replied with a small nod.

Ghost was sure about this decision. He felt comfortable with seeing you regress, and felt comfortable with you being able to relax around him and be your true self. It'll be wonderful for him to watch you go through that again, and to be able to be a part of it all once more.

" Alright, it's settled then. I'll see you tomorrow then, right? "

Before you could reply, the same rookie from before popped in an asked for your help. You flashed Ghost a sheepish smile before giving a quick wave of goodbye and following the person out of the room. The plans were made, you were just a bit busy still.

Ghost looked a bit disappointed that you were called away suddenly, but he understood. And besides, you were going to see each other tomorrow anyway. He just nods, knowing that at this point, you'll be seeing each other in roughly a day, so he decides it would just be best to wait it out and not take up more of your time.

" See you tomorrow then, " he said, giving you a wave of goodbye.

He then stepped out of your room as well, leaving you to take care of your duties and tasks for the day.

Alarms blared through your system. Your body shot awake, releasing you from the nightmare it had previously trapped you inside of. While your body shook, you struggled to get your hands on your alarm clock. Even after you managed that, it took several tries to get it off.

Six A.M.

That's what the time showed. A groan escaped your lips as you rolled over onto your side. Your roommates were already lecturing you about your alarm, complaining that you are always slow to even reply to it, let alone turn it off. You couldn't really help it. Most of the time, the noise was the only thing that ever let you escape the torture your mind pushed your through.

You pulled your blanket over your head after hearing the door shut. Silence, finally. Your body slowly began to calm before you were reminded of your plans. Apart of you wanted to cancel. You were severely needing rest, in many ways. However you knew regressing would also help you rest well.

After twenty minutes you finally peeled yourself from the nest you had made in such a short amount of time. You weren't shaking as terribly, but it was still there. As you got up, you quickly got yourself ready. You threw on comfortable clothing, clothing that you could leave the room in without turning heads... which was just a sweater and sweatpants. The sweater was a lighter grey then your sweatpants, not your choice, but they're warm as fuck.

It's cold today.

You noticed the cool breeze creeping through the window in your room. The damn thing never shut all the way, leaving the room freezing cold at night. Especially in the winter.

Now dressed you decide that maybe you should bring a few things, just in case. You grab this work backpack from under your bed, an ugly green shade, then open it. You begin to decide what you'll bring.

Your favorite stuffie, a friend for your favorite stuffie, a small case of Pacifiers (it held two) that were clean, a sippy cup, then a change of clothes.

You never really know, frankly. Things happened and it was never a bad thing that those things happened. Chewing on your bottom lip, you make sure that's everything you could think of needing. Maybe you should bring some things to do?

With a quick glance, you notice it's already almost seven. A curse escapes you, one you quickly wince at. This nightmare had been bad enough that you were starting to slip... plus packing these things was making you a little excited, as nervous as you were. Did Ghost even have experience with littles?

Crap, right, don't need to be there late.

Though neither of you set a time for you to be there, it tended to be an unspoken rule that you always arrived to plans fairly early. Besides you didn't want to stay in your room. Otherwise you'll 100% go back to sleep. Zipping up your back, you tossed your shoes on. You slung a strap of it over your shoulder before quickly leaving. At least this time you remembered to check for your keys too...

It was very little time before you reached Ghost's room. It was pretty far from yours. You're only a private, in all fairness. Plus he didn't have to share his room like you did. He had his own space...

Man you're anxious.

Taking some deep breaths, your shaking hands knocked on the door. The opposite held onto the strap on your shoulder to keep the bag from falling off. You, once again, began to chew on your bottom lip whole waiting for the older man to answer.

Apart of you worried that he wasn't awake. However, as the door slipped open, that worry poofed into none existence. Out of habit you did your best to hide your shaking hands. Though you knew you really shouldn't do such a thing when a caregiver was right there in front of you, available and willing to bring comfort.

" Hey, nice to see you. Ready for the day? "

Ghost takes a step to the side, letting you into his room. His room is nicely decorated, very clean, although it's nothing too special. The decor can be best described as simple, yet cozy. It looked like no one lived there, yet had so much personality. His desk scattered with paper work and books, on top rested some disguarded gloves. His bed had an interesting collection of blankets and pillows. They looked soft, comfortable.

You kept chewing on your bottom lip as you were greeted by Ghost. One hand calmly rested by your side while the other fidgeted with your bag.

" I guess, " you nervously replied, though your hands were shaking softly while the remnants of the nightmare you had woken up from remained.

Once you had felt you had taken in enough of his room, you slowly walked into it. You were careful not to bump into him when doing so. It wasn't a large space, but it had enough room for the both of you. As the door clicked shut, your anxiety worsened. You felt the familiar fear of allowing someone to care for you. What if he wasn't a good caregiver? What if he'd do something bad? All these questions and more began to file through your mind.

" Come here, " Ghost suddenly said. He gently, stepping a bit closer to you and taking your hand to lead you up onto his bed. It didn't have to be anything more than just to sit beside him.

You blinked in surprise. His touch ripped you out of the dark crevice of your mind. He held your forearm so gently, so much more than he has ever before. You stumbled while he pulled you, having a hard time with mobility simply because you hadn't expected his actions. You didn't really feel little still, but you could definitely feel it creeping up on your mind.

Ghost noticed that you were stumbling, so he sat on the edge of his bed. Once settling onto the bed, you struggled to suppress a yawn while setting the bad down on the floor by your feet that hung off of it. You were right, his bed is comfy.

" Is it okay if I ask you something? "

" Ummm... okay, I guess, " you replied with anxiety lacing thick in your tone.

He pulled you into his lap, and just sat you there. He tried to comfort you as he stroked your back. You chewed the inside of your cheek, but didn't argue to being tugged into Ghost's lap. You slowly relaxed into the older, just leaning against him.

" You okay? You seem a bit nervous, and a bit little. Did you have a hard time sleeping last night? " his tone is gentle as he tries to get you to relax a bit more in his embrace.

" Mm, had a bad dream, " you mumbled out in defeat.

Ghost's eyes widened a bit, "Oh no, what was it about?" he asks curiously, keeping his tone soft in an effort to being you comfort. If he didn't know better, he'd think you were only just a few years old. " Do you want to share it with me? "

You sank into him a little more, picking at your hands while thinking about it. Now that you thought about it, you didn't really remember. However you still couldn't shake the sense of dread and fear.

" 'm don remember, " you mumbled, your regression beginning to show through your speech.

(I don't remember)

Ghost notices your speech change a bit, and you acting very little, so he immediately understood that you were regressed. He stroked your hair with one hand and just held you close with the other. Your little mannerisms made him smile, it was so cute to see.

" Well, if you don't remember the dream, then how about we play a game? " he offered.

You seemed hesitant at first about the idea of playing right now, but after thinking about it you realized it would probably help you feel better. You nodded softly and looked up to Ghost as you stopped picking at your hands.

" mm, wa game? " he asked, wondering what game he had in mind.

(Mm, what game?)

Ghost smiled, "Well, how about we play pretend? You remember how to pretend, right?"

He has a little mischievous grin in his voice when he said that. He wanted to see how little you could regress to. He really is curious about you and your little self. You hummed a little before nodding so quickly it made you a little dizzy. You wiggled a little in your spot, feeling a bit lighter at the idea of getting to play with Ghost.

Ghost chuckles in response the the sudden shift in your mood, " Alright. What should we pretend to be? Or... do you want me to choose? "

" 'm wan.. " you paused, seemingly struggling with what to call him for a moment. " 'm wan yous to picks, " you pouted and rested your head against his chest.

(I want... I want you to pick)

" Alright, little one, " he gently replied. " I'll be the Daddy, and you're going to play the little one. Do you think you can do that for me? "

You were surprised by this, honestly. You sort of realized Ghost wasn't wanting to play, but rather doing things to help you be little.

" You... Daddy? " you asked quietly, looking nervous about it.

" Yeah, I'm going to be your daddy for now. How's that sound? "

He continues to stroke your hair, he knows you're nervous about this situation, but you're beginning to settle into your regressed state. He's trying to keep you in it.

" Do you like being my little one? "

You chewed on your thumb for a little while before nodding. It made you happy that Ghost wanted to be your caregiver so much. You rubbed your cheek against him as you let yourself relax finally. You felt so little as a result.

Ghost chuckles, " You seem pleased with this, little one. You're being a good baby for me. I'm very proud of how well you're being for me right now. "

He then starts to pat you on the head and he just gently plays with you like you're his little child. He really enjoys the feeling of holding you close. You were trying to suck on your thumb, feeling the familiar need to do so.

" Can Daddy have a hug? "

You blinked a few times before tugging yourself up and hugging him. You leaned against him happily as you did so. Ghost holds you tightly and he keeps patting your head, you're being so good for him, he loves the feeling.

" You like being in Daddy's arms, don't you? " he asks in a quiet whisper. You're being so good, and he wants to let you know how proud he is. You've been a good little one.

" mm, likes it cause 'm comfy, " you huffed quietly. You we're really clingy when you were little.

(Mm, I like it 'cause it's / I'm comfy)

Ghost can't help the huge smile that grows on his face when you tell him you're comfy in his arms, it just makes him want to make you happy even more.

" Good boy, " Ghost praises you, " You like being daddy's clingy baby, don't you? " His tone becomes slightly lower, and he keeps petting your head.

You squirmed away a little. You tried to reach for your bag you had brought with you that fell onto the floor. You let out a small whine, having a hard time getting it without getting off of Ghost's lap. He listens to your little whines as you try to reach your bag, and when you get frustrated he chuckles a bit.

" You want that bag? Maybe Daddy can help you get it, if you ask nicely. "

You stopped trying to grab the bag, chewing on you bottom lip for a few moments.

" Pease Daddy, " you asked shyly.

(Please)

Ghost smiles as he notices you making little noises, " Very good asking nicely. Come on then, Daddy will help his baby. "

He then stands up from the bed, still holding you in his arms and he picks up your bag for you. You squealed as Ghost picked you up while getting off the bed. You wrapped your arms around him as you giggled, holding onto him.

" Here, I got it. It's all for you, my little baby. "

While he held the bag, you opened it and tugged out on of your pacifers. You wiggled happily before putting it into your mouth, chewing on it. Seeing you look so happy, and being as adorable as you are, makes Ghost's heart melt. He's loving every minute of this.

You rubbed at your eyes. Now that you were feeling better, you felt really tired. You didn't get that good of sleep from the nightmare. After a few rubs you wrapped your arms around Ghost again, clinging to him sleepily.

"Aww, there's my boy. You're getting sleepy again, aren't you... you must be very tired, " he chuckled. " Should Daddy put his little one to bed for a nap? " he asked, but more to himself than to you.

You whined softly at the idea of going to sleep. While you were really, really, tired. You didn't want to waist the day away getting the rest you needed. You wanted to keep playing with Ghost. Ghost understands you very much want to stay up, but he can tell you also need a little more sleep.

"I know you know you're very tired. If we play too long, you're going to get very cranky. So how about sleep now, and when you wake up, Daddy will play with you all night. How does that sound? " he offered.

It sounds like a very fair deal for both of you. The offer did sound really appealing. You rubbed at your eyes again, pouting quietly but nodding. You already felt cranky, a feeling you heavily disliked. He couldn't help but chuckle as you pouted.

" Aww, don't give me such a pouty face, Little one. You know that won't work on me. You already agreed to sleep, so don't try to get out of sleeping now, it won't work. "

You huffed, but nodded. You did already agree. You slumped against Ghost, only to tug your paci from your mouth so you could speak.

" 'm wan a story, Pease Daddy, " you asked, feeling a bit shy to ask for a story. After toh had done so, you stuffed the pacifier back into your mouth to chew on. It helped calm you down again.

(I want a story, please daddy)

Ghost sighed heavily in defeat. He couldn't say no to you being polite when asking. He gently placed you onto his bed, soon joining you before he pulled the covers up. He set your bag by the bed. Once every thing was settled, he wrapped his arms around you all over again. He watched as you slumped right back against him, quickly curling up and clinging to him without him even having to ask.

" You know just how to get me to do what you want, don't you? Alright, little one. If you ask so sweetly, I guess I can tell you a story. "

You lit up as he agreed to tell you a story. You couldn't help but giggle and wiggle happily from excitement. You couldn't wait to hear the story he had for you. As he held you in his arms, he began to tell you a cute, happy, story. You did your best to listen to every second of it, but you were struggling to stay awake at this point. You were so cozy and warm, it was hard to not just given in and get some rest.

You gently nuzzled into his chest, tugging yourself impossibly closer to him. He didn't stop his story, even after your eyes flickered closed. Ghost didn't say a word about you falling asleep, rather he rubbed your back gently to help encourage you to let yourself sleep. He would protect you from all the bad dreams, and hoped you would know that. By the time the story came to an end, you had fallen asleep within the safety of his grasp.

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Hi Kris! I just wanted to say that after reading chapter 7 you and Callie have left me in utter SHAMBLES and AWE with how devastatingly gorgeous the pictures you can paint with literature are. I’m desperately excited to see how you two will be continuing the story although I do have a question that I’m unsure if you’ve answered before. After this broadway oscar winning fanfic has been completed are you and Callie thinking of possibly doing more collaborations or simply just yourself doing more collaborations with other artists and bringing more delicious stories to life?👀👀💞💞

thank you so much for taking the time to leave such a lovely message in my askbox, for saying SUCH NICE AND LOVELY THINGS, and for sharing with us the impact this story has had on you!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 calli and i have been working so hard on this project for two months, and it really means a lot to hear how much you're enjoying it. 💕💕💕

future kriscallicollabs??? we haven't answered this question before, and it's a lovely question!! currently, calli and i are 1000% focused on finishing more than you know and getting part ii of the jelsa video ready to post (SO MANY GIFS), so we haven't actively started planning any other collabs! however, when this idea was first planted back in the summer of 2023 or whatever, we braindumped SEVERAL ideas into the original majestic KrisCalliCollab google doc... (more than you know was actually only one of several ideas! 🤣)

there's a jelsa!wildward collab that we really wanted to do but didn't have time to do fully, so we made a bunch of LORE, and i made a baby fic, and some edits: one of our other ideas that we really wanted to do was a jelsa!prequel to her wildward series and establish some lore for the first aegis users! we definitely did not have time to create a full-fledged fic, but LORE WAS HAD (pages and pages on the google doc), and in the end, i made two edits and wrote a little micro-fic for it! in the time of the first keeper... maybe one day we'll expand? 🤣

when?? oof, not anytime soon, because life is upon us 🤣🤣🤣 BUT, calli and i are creative counterparts for life (TWIN FLAMES), so who's to say??? maybe sometime within the next five years?? FIFTY YEARS?? to be determined, but i do not doubt that it shall happen eventually! calli has also been pushing for a zelda/link!jelsa AU for ages and i have not forgotten 🤣🤣 in the meantime, we'll just keep supporting and devouring each other's other projects!!

(also, not sure how many people know this, but i beta-read for wildward! i have been beta-ing the series since its early chapters!!)

other collabs? i've been super lucky to be able to collab with @knightsquall (my name twin) for our kris/xris edit+fic soulmate!AU creation, not in so many words! we made it for the prompt: “the first words your soulmate will say to you will appear as a tattoo on your body at a certain age.” that two-shot is still one of my favorites. 🥹🥹🥹🥹

i haven't done any other collabs, though!! i feel like both collabs just happened organically because i was already friends with both xris and calli before we actually started working on our projects! collabs definitely require a lot of trust, for me, and so while it's possible that other future collabs might happen, i'm not actively seeking any out. 💕💕💕 there are SO MANY TALENTED fanartists out here!! so it's definitely not for lack of good company, haha, but rather just that i'd already gotten to know both people really well, so doing a collab was just, like, the natural thing to do, once we had time for it. 🤣 fic fanart? i am, however, so so so fortunate that so many fanartists have been inspired by my stories 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 i am really lucky and grateful to have been gifted so many gorgeous fanarts, fanvideos/AMVs, gifs, and doujinshi comics across multiple fics and fandoms.🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💕💕💕 you can find (most of) them here, or on my tumblr tag (therentyoupay fic fanart) but BE WARNED, there are massive spoilers. 🙏🙏🙏🙏 proceed with caution, haha! i also desperately need to update the fic fanart page with all the new mtyk art, too!

🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🙏🙏🙏🙏 thank you so much for this ask!!! we hope you enjoy the final installments of more than you know and part ii of the jelsa video!! 🥹🥹🥹 thank you!!! 😭💕💕

[blacktofade]

ok i combed through your blog for long enough that i think this is a safe space to do a little discussion of ccs personal lives. if not, you don't have to answer this. but: i know we are all very happy for skizz to be able to go full time with youtube and twitch but i am 99% sure i know what company he worked for — i don't think it's ever been too hard to find the info so maybe most people do? but i've never seen anyone say it directly. if it wasn't common knowledge before, this is going to make it extremely easy to find out — anyway, that company is going through fucking massive layoffs and cutbacks right now, which was announced in private to employees the same day that skizz made his announcement. i don't know how well it lined up other than the day, but the major shit he would have been in either pushed him to jump into professional youtubing and streaming even though it isn't as secure for him as people on the outside might think, or at the very least made the decision feel much better in retrospect.

the graph of the company's stock crash is painful even if you are entirely disconnected from the industry, it is historically awful. like the situation for the company as a whole is not, at this point, bankruptcy bad, but it's not-entirely-unwarranted-comparisons-to-late-90s-early-00s-era-nortel bad. which is… Very Bad. they're cutting approximately 1 out of every 7 employees (15,000 people) over the next couple of months, and in just one day wiped out $30 billion-with-a-b worth of value from the market. it's an absolute nightmare for the people working there, because nobody knows if they're going to be one of the ones getting laid off yet. the company's giving early retirement packages to push out some of higher earning workers, and even if skizz made his decision to leave after knowing the layoffs were coming, the chance he was included in that is very small. but i do hope he got a good deal, if he could.

in conclusion: it's very likely this choice was even scarier than anyone in the fandom previously thought, so… idk everyone please subscribe to skizz on twitch if possible!!!!!

This is absolutely a safe space for CC real life discussions, mostly because I know I'm way more deranged than any anon could be. I know things that would make CCs sweat.

I'm also going to name and shame the company, Intel, because Skizz has mentioned it before, so I'm not considering it a secret -- plus he's no longer there. It's also real shitty what they're doing and my heart goes out to their employees. I dealt with something similar recently and can confirm that these guys will have to wait weeks/months to find out if their job is safe and it will be the most degrading, dehumanizing experience ever.

I keep hemming and hawing about my 1000 IQ assumptions (lmfao), but he 100% knew about the layoff. Whether he heard about it and bounced or whether he took a volunteer deal is up for debate, but there's no way he didn't know it was coming. These companies are not subtle and Skizz is a smart man.

I am quietly praying he was able to take a volunteer deal though, because severance packages at those kinds of companies are WILD. Like, for some actual example numbers, a coworker of mine got 23 weeks of pay (8 weeks base + 15 weeks for years of service), which they received as a lump sum. Skizz says he's been with Intel for 20+ years so he'd be looking at base + 40 weeks. Dude would most likely get a year's salary lump sum (minus taxes), which would definitely help him going the full-time route.

Intel won't be going anywhere anytime soon, but their employees are going to be overworked and underpaid for the foreseeable future and we should be glad that Skizz is free! He's his own boss and, yes, we should all go support him to show he definitely made the right choice! He's such a delight and I will continue to be unwell and horny about him!!

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Eyes and Ears

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: An AU where Barbara finds Jason instead of Bruce.

Chapters: 4/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): Jason Todd/Original Character(s), Past Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Older SIbling Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd-centric, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Jason Todd is NOT Robin, Jason Todd Has Issues, Jason Todd Has a Crush, Adopted Siblings

Chapter Four: Push and Pull

As the next few days passed, Jason tried to keep his distance, which only worried Jim. Barbara was in the midst of a case and trying to get Jason caught up with the things he missed in school, so she didn't notice that there was something wrong. Jason left one night, making sure Jim was asleep. After a week of sleeping in different abandoned places, he went back to his home. He looked around the abandoned apartment, and he lay down on his mattress. Jason shut his eyes and started to drift off to sleep. Jason didn't know why he ran away, but he knew it was easier to sleep, knowing that he didn't have to wonder when things would go sour.

When he woke up, Barbara sat in the corner of the room, eliciting a high-pitched shriek from Jason as soon as he noticed her. "You followed me?" Jason half-exclaimed.

"Why did you leave? My dad's been worried sick about you!" Barbara exclaimed. "And do you know how I felt waking up and you weren't—."

"I don't know why you're yelling at me! You aren't my family!" Jason yelled. Barbara froze up, and Jason took a deep breath. "My dad is dead! My mom is dead! And no one sticks around for kids like me!" Jason swallowed hard as Barbara scowled at him, and he tensed as she stood up and walked towards him.

"You know what, Jason?" Barbara raised her voice as she stuck her finger in his face, and he shut his eyes, waiting for her to hit him only to be surprised by a hug. "We want you to come home, Jason."

Jason couldn't move. All he could manage was a broken, "Why?" He couldn't help but cry because he knew they were good people, Jason knew he liked them, and Jason knew that Barbara wasn't going to let him go anytime soon. But he couldn't help but worry that there would come a time where neither Barbara nor Jim would want him anymore.

Barbara held onto him, and she whispered, "Why not?" Barbara took a sharp inhale of breath.

"Are you crying?" Jason asked.

"Shut up," Barbara sobbed, "We thought something happened to you. Dad's waiting outside."

"You brought him here?" Jason asked. Barbara nodded. Jason jumped at the sound of a knock at the door.

"I think you should talk to him. He's a wreck." Barbara finally let go, and Jason nodded.

She got up and answered the door, and Jim rushed over and swept Jason up and embraced him. "Are you alright? Are you hungry?" Jim asked. When he saw the look of shock on Jason's face, he put him down. "I'm sorry if I—."

Jason threw his arms around Jim and embraced him as soon as he realized Jim was crying. "I just thought you'd change your mind if you decided you didn't like me—."

"If I didn't like you? Jason, I've known you for a week and a half, and I haven't been able to think straight since you left because I thought you were hurt," Jim interrupted. His embrace was much tighter than Barbara's was. Jason didn't mind, though.

He was surprised that Jim came for him. Jason figured Barbara would eventually come around looking for him, but Jason never imagined Jim would be worried about him. "You were really worried about me," Jason murmured. Jim nodded, and he sighed before letting go of Jason.

At that moment, Jason seemed much younger than his thirteen years, and Jim couldn't help but smile at him. He held the back of Jason's head and took a deep breath. "And I'm going to keep worrying about you. I don't think I'll be able to stop worrying," Jim whispered, "Please say you're hungry. I'll get you anything you want to eat."

Jason chuckled and nodded. "I gotta brush my teeth first," Jason replied. Jim nodded, and he looked over at Barbara, who had her arms crossed. She nodded, and a smile spread across her face.

Jason went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and while he was in the other room, Jim wiped his tears away. "I don't know what it is, but I see it, Babs. Every time I look at him, I see it. I can't put it into words, but he should be with us," Jim confessed, "I just know I said something wrong the other day."

Once Jason finished cleaning up, he put his shoes on and followed Jim and Barbara to the car. Jason climbed in the backseat and watched as a man threw a glass bottle against the window, shattering it. He turned his head, and his mind quickly drifted off, and he anticipated some sort of repercussions. Jason dug his nails into the knees of his pants and tried not to cry. Jason knew the feeling would pass like it always did, but he couldn't help but feel like someone was going to hurt him. "Jason?" Jim touched Jason's hand and shocked him back to reality. Jason took a few deep, shaky breaths, and he looked at Jim. "You alright?"

"Uh-huh," Jason answered. Jim turned back to the steering wheel and started to drive. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay... We understand. Jason, you're not in trouble," Jim reassured him, "A penny for your thoughts?"

Jason kicked off his shoes and pulled his knees to his chest. He didn't answer, and Jim didn't ask a second time. The rest of the ride home was silent, and the second they got home, Jason went back to his room to read. He continued reading until Jim came to the door to call him for breakfast. Jim and Barbara wanted to give him time to feel better, but breakfast was uncomfortably silent for both of them.

"What've you been reading?" Jim asked. Jason looked up from his breakfast.

"Barbara's helping me get caught up on the stuff I missed in school," Jason mumbled as he ate his eggs.

"How many days of school have you missed?" Jim asked. Jason tensed up.

"I haven't been back since early March... I didn't want anyone to try to send me someplace I didn't want to go," Jason answered in a low tone, "I would've finished the year if I could've." Jim nodded.

"I'm sure you would've. Jason," Jim tapped the table lightly, and Jason looked up.

"Hm?" Jason asked.

"You want some more eggs?" Jim asked. Jason shook his head.

Jason finished his breakfast and shook his head. "Can I go back to my room?" Jason asked. Jim nodded and looked at Barbara as Jason went back to his room. He spent most of the day in his room, and Barbara worried that he planned to run away again.

She knocked on his door. "Hey, Jason. Do you wanna take a break? You've been in your room all day," Barbara softly smiled. Jason shook his head.

"I'm okay," Jason mumbled, and Barbara stepped into the doorway.

"It's okay if you're not okay... Jason, I just-. Can I come in?" she asked. Jason set his book aside and nodded. Barbara came in and sat on his bed across from him. "I just want to talk to you. I know we talk, and we joke around, but I don't really know anything about you."

Jason shrugged and mumbled, "What do you wanna know?" Barbara smiled and shrugged in reply.

"I dunno, what do you wanna tell me about yourself?" she responded. Jason chewed his lip. He wanted to tell her everything. She'd already told him so much about herself, and that should've made it easy, but it didn't. He was so afraid that letting Barbara and Jim in would change the way they looked at him. "What do you wanna be when you grow up?"

Jason chuckled at the question. "Um... I don't know. I never really thought about it," Jason replied. Barbara added to her question to get an answer out of him. "I dunno. I think I'd want to be a therapist or something like that."

Barbara lit up, and she half-exclaimed, "That's entirely possible. And see? That's a good start, Jason. That's something." Jason grinned bashfully. "Can I ask why?"

"I guess I wanna help people... Barbara, you wanna ask something else, huh?" Jason asked. Both of their smiles faded, and Barbara fidgeted with the pages of one of Jason's books.

"Who hurt you?" Barbara asked. Jason stared at her as if he didn't hear the answer, and she leaned forward to make eye contact, only for Jason to look away. "Jason—."

"Doesn't matter," Jason trailed off. Barbara reached out to him, and he pulled away. "Nobody's hurting me anymore. Nobody. Get that," Jason hissed. Barbara didn't say anything else. She left him to his reading.

[shuploc]

Hello! Your work is so beautiful, especially for IWTV. Was wondering if you have might have any WIPs in mind for Armand and young Daniel, ala 1970s/80s Devil's Minion?

I don't have anything in mind for young Daniel, but I do for Old Maniel and Armand! I'm actually looking up reference photos for it right now as we speak 😊

But do not fret! I will most likely get to draw them at some point later, cuz I'm not planning on leaving the fandom anytime soon (and that goes for pretty much all the fandoms I've been drawing stuff for lately) Thank you so much for the request though, and for the kind words! ❤️

[sunny-mercya]

Hey, Brother do you still believe in one another?

14. Osaka Trip - Rising Hope

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader | Plantonic! Shinichi Kudo x Brother Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

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Reaching for the Stars, even if they are far away

It's the beginning of a new dream,

I do still believe

Getting into the house, where you presumably being held captured, was fairly easy for Conan—all he had to do was to climb on some trashcans (or whatever else stood there around) and pickpocket the small bathroom window—and for once Shinichi felt thankful, sending gratitude to the above, for being shrunk into a Child.

Letting himself fall down the small distance from the window to the floor, Conan tried to be quiet as possible—even though, he knew Daiki wasn't in the house anymore as the man had went out around thirty minutes ago and didn't returned, so it was safe to say that Daiki would be gone for some time—an hour or two probably—in case of there being a partner, ventured through the bathroom and into the hallway.

Conan listen, straining his hearing, for any kind of noises—the ones out of ordinary, like television—because a captive victim would and could never watch television—there weren't any and Conan sighed in relief.

Now, Conan thought, where could you be? There wouldn't be many options in this house and it didn't seem as if there was a basement—so the only few options to hide you away, holding you hostage, would be in a bedroom.

Conan took a wild guess, which he normally wouldn't do—as guessing in any kind of way is a unpredictable, uncertain mathematical process and could lead to an wrong conclusion or answer, a incorrectness even—but time's running thin and so he went straight upstairs to the bedrooms.

Conan found you in the second bedroom, laying on the ground and being covered with heavy blankets. It's strange that the door wasn't locked as you would have the chance to escape anytime soon—but Conan found out why the door never would be needed to be locked.

»[Name]? It's me, Conan, I'm getting you out of here.«

Conan kneeled down to your lumpy form, shaking—in what he guessed—your shoulder, whispering loudly enough for you to hear.

»Oh Conan, that's real sweet of you......but I don't think I can escape this.....«

Your voice, besides your mumbling of an reply—which Conan could barely hear, with how quiet you spoke—sounded hoarse and husked rough—sandpaper dry—as if you had screamed your throat and lungs raw—and every use of your vocal cords felt like a strain.

»What do you mean, you can't? Please, [Name], get up! You need to get up!«

Conan shook you again, trying to get a rise out of you—to get you up, even when it would mean he somehow has to carry you out—but to no avail, you didn't moved an inch.

When he shook you harder, moving your body more to the sides and hearing the rattling sound of chains—Conan halts in his movements, being frozen in a stupor.

»See? I told you, I'm not able to escape this. Go without me, Conan. Save yourself instead of me.«

You turned towards him, tired expression morphing into a gentle smile—wanting to let Conan known, that it was more than just okay now to leave you behind here—in the clutches of Daiki—moving the blankets away and holding up your wrists to symbolise just how serious you were about this.

Even with the small nightstand lamp, could Conan see how raw and bloody your skin had been rubbed under the metal of the chains. Chains—more like handcuffs—which were around your wrists and ankles.

Conan gulped, balling his hands into fists, looking at your face—which shows more than just mere exhaustion, a sort of accepting death with batting eyes and how loopy you looked to bed—and hoping to still see this certain glint of survival and life in your eyes—hoping, almost praying—wanting to beg—that you hadn't completely given up on yourself and your will, which is still a dwindling desire of tightrope act depending on a day's mood, to live.

Conan—Shinichi—too had seeing you close at entering death's door twice already—wishing desperately to never have to repeat such heart frighting fear again—and it had been moments like these, which thrived is sense of protection and justice—because all he ever wanted was to protect you, his dear little brother.

So hearing you say such things, such nonsense of wanting to stay here and being freely a victim of everything possible inhuman injustice doing—surged a wave of anger through him and Conan wanted to scream at you for being so insensitive, ignorant, stupid—selfish even—but then, while gazing at the hidden sadness in your tired eyes, he was reminded of Narumi.

The anger turned into a heartbeat of sadness and frustration—towards himself for not being able to be here, even though he was, at your side and lending you the strength and support you needed—albeit all that, Conan knew what he must do, to bring at least a bit of feistiness back in you.

»You can't give up now! Not when Shinichi has called and said he will be home soon! So, please [Nickname], get up! Aren't you a fighter?!«

»Did he now? Thank you Conan, but don't be silly, Shinichi never calls anymore—not me at least......oh, silly boy, You only can be a fighter if there's something worth to fight for.«

»No, no! He did call! I promise you he did! I–wait here, I'll get your phone and show you!«

You didn't stop Conan when he sprinted out of the room. Wouldn't be able to, not with how tightly you're chained at floor. You also hadn't the heart to tell him that your phone wasn't here—Daiki had probably destroyed it already by now.

But you found it endearing how Conan tried to give you one more surge of positivity in this dry situation of possible doom.

Conan returned back some minutes later—taking a few deep breaths to make it believable for you, that he really went searching for your phone, instead of letting known that he had it with him and sending you a SMS from his second phone.

»See! Shinichi did call and wrote you!« like an excited Child, Conan hold your phone up—showing you what's on your screen.

1 Missed Call from Shin-Chan♡,

1 SMS from Shin-Chan♡ ;

Sorry for the late response. Had some tough cases to solve, will be home soon, [Nickname]. Don't worry too much and congrats for your wins, will always believe in you!

– Shin-chan♡

You sniffed, lips wobbling and tears already spilling from your eyes as you read the SMS. You were confused how Shinichi could send you an SMS, when you were certain you had blocked his number—then again, with how many times you had to change your number, you couldn't remember if you had or not.

Not that you cared about this in the moment, because all what matters right now, was that Shinichi—your dear brother, which you sometimes thought would be forever gone—had wrote you after all these damned months of uncertainty and waiting in which you worried yourself sick.

Too good to be true, too good to be true. It's a fraud, a trick. Shinichi wouldn't send you a SMS, he doesn't care about you. A lovely meant lie it is.

»Don't be silly......Shinichi wouldn't text me, he doesn't care......don't be stupid.« you muttered, frowning at Conan

Conan frowned as well, anger starting to flow back and getting the worst out of him. What happened to you? You never were one to quit so damn fast and easily, so why? Why now?

»Since when do you give up so easily like a coward?! Aren't Heiji and I and the people you love worth it to fight for? Why do you stop now to believe, huh?! You promised to fight as long as you have faith!«

Maybe, you thought, glancing at Conan—who resembles so much Shinichi in younger years and looked at you with pleading eyes of upcoming hope—Shinichi is truly coming back home now and if that's true—even when it would just be another false hope in the end—than you might stand up one last time again.

Because the last thing you wanted, was the disappointment Shinichi would feel—when he knows you hadn't given it your all, that you didn't fought back like the fighter you promised him to be.

»Okay, Okay. We're getting out of here, munchkin. Bring me a knife from the kitchen. Time to free myself from these dumbass chains.« you told Conan, who nodded and sprinted out of the room again.

~~~

Conan looked at you with raised eyebrows, uncertainty written in his face. Breaking open the chains with a mere kitchen knife? Yeah, he wasn't so sure if that's gonna work at all. Not to forget that you could easily cut open your arteries in the process and bleed out.

You only smiled with a burst of self confidence at him, sitting cross legged on your makeshift bed.

»Daiki won't be back till Ten pm, said he's getting......a uhm surprise. Anyways. Gives us enough time.« you told Conan, starting with the cuffs at your ankles.

Sliding the knife in between the tiny space between your skin and the cuffs, you twisted it—so that the sharp side faced the metal—and started to bend it upward. You repeated the procedure a few times, ignoring the sharp strings whenever the knife slipped away and cut into your skin. Soon enough your ankles were free.

The handcuff like chains on your wrists took a bit longer as it wasn't all that easy. Though, slicing two times a bit too deep into your wrists, you were able to break out of them easily as well.

While you, in a drastic way—because in your words, searching for the dammed keys would take way too long and you had the right strength for it after all—broke yourself free from the chains, Conan let his eyes wander over you.

In all honesty, Conan didn't want to know what Daiki had done to you. Not with how your skin looked like—all bruised up, bloody and beat and colours of blue, purple, green and yellow mixing together as one.

Only four days had went by since you were kidnapped, but four days and these endless hours were enough to inflict you more than enough harm.

Your oversized shirt rose up a bit, showing the marks—various shapes of bites and cuts—around your thighs—and once again Conan felt not only anger flaring up, at Daiki for violating you in so many inhuman ways, but also disappointment in himself again because he wasn't able to protect at all, like how he promised he would.

The pained hiss from you, broke Conan out of his thoughts. Focusing back on you, Conan watched—his stomach slightly aching from the the sight, with how bloody and gory like your neck looked like—how you bend the barbed wire, which acted as a chain around your neck—and Conan thought how absolutely insane Daiki has to be, to use wire in such ways—and freeing yourself from it.

»Okay, okay. How did you get in here Conan?«

»Through the bathroom window downstairs, but I'm not sure of you fit through it...«

»We'll try. Okay, now first I need some shorts and a jacket and then we go.« you said, more to yourself.

You felt much more secure after you pulled some shorts on and fresh underwear as well. During these four days, being so nakedly exposed to someone like Daiki, was more than just sickening uncomfortable.

~~~

Once outside, Conan looked for Heiji—who said he would wait outside and keep watch—but he was nowhere to be seen.

Heiji also didn't answer his phone, when Conan tried to call him for a fourth time.

»And where do you think you're going, darling?«

Fuck.

Scooping Conan up in your arms, you bolted in the opposite direction from where Daiki stood.

Open your eyes and you will defeat the fear, which chains us

Because the world is waiting for us

[lego-man-speer]

It honestly baffles me that some people here apparently seem to have that little knowledge/interest in the Reich's history, like isn't this being a history "fandom" literally the entire point of it?? Like, I totally get it if people want to focus more on particular subsections or figures that interest them the most in their research or in what they post, I do that too, and it's totally okay not to be equally knowledgeable on everything - even actual studied historians have their specialisations, after all - but like ... I think a little bit beyond the most basic knowledge of general Third Reich history should be expected (I say "beyond" because I think the most basic of its history is something that actually everyone should be familiar with regardless of how much it interests you, like that's literally stuff you're supposed to learn in school). And if you don't know something that's not a shame, but take it as an opportunity to educate yourself further? Like, go watch a ww2 documentary or read a book or go on wikipedia - isn't learning new facts and finding out things you didn't know before what makes history research fun? (I don't know though, maybe that's just me because I probably spent wayyy too much time reading the most random wikipedia articles because something sparked my interest and I clicked on one link and then the next and then the next ...)

I honestly kind of get being tired of it, though I personally do not plan to leave the fandom anytime soon, but I also have zero interest getting involved in all the drama (hence I'm also writing this on anon). I'm just planning to stay in my own little corner and focus more on creating educational posts for the future. That being said I take absolutely no issue with the occasional shitpost or meme or jokingly "gushing" (for a lack of a better word) about our historical "favourites", I post those too especially when I don't have the energy for anything more elaborate, but recently I've been kind of missing the educational aspects a bit? By no means I'm expecting everyone to suddenly just post fully researched and cited essays or to write their master's thesis into a tumblr post. But an educational post can even be something more simple, for example a specific historical photo that you find interesting, maybe with a short description about the time, place, context it was taken in. <- This is meant more as an encouragement than a criticism for everyone reading this by the way (and I'm thankful that I'm already seeing these kinds of posts too), because isn't that also where the fun in it lies (if that's somehow appropriate to say it) , exchanging interesting material and info and anecdotes about our favourite historical figures with people who share our interests?

Anyway, I probably trailed off a bit. I hope this wasn't too bothersome, I wasn't sure if I should even say anything about this whole situation. However I thought if I'm already speaking on it, it probably reaches more people through your ask box than if I post it on my own account.

[also just for clarification, I'm using any "you" in this text not to address anyone specifically, but rather as a way of speaking to a general audience]

Your take is very much appreciated anon. And I completely agree with you.

I used to make shitpost content as well but I gradually moved away from it (at least on tumblr) because I didn’t want it to be the main focus of my account (my memes got more engagement than my educational works unfortunately). I’ve never discouraged people from making that content, I just take issue with people who make that the ONLY focus of their content.

Even if people don’t want to write themselves, they should at least engage with the educational side of the fandom (at the very least reblogging the educational content of others if you don’t want to make it yourself). There’s little to no excuse for not being educated or not spreading education in this fandom (especially because of its subject matter).

[fanfic-chan]

Snow Days and Broken Zippers

Heya @lovelynim !! Surprise! I'm your secret santa for this year! I'm so sorry this took so long to finish, but I had a really great time writing for these two and it was a great opportunity to work on something for one of the more obscure fandoms I don't often get to write for! I hope you like it!!^^

Wordcount: 638

Summary: Noe, after spending a gleeful morning playing out in the snow, accidentally ends up damaging the wintercoat he'd borrowed from a certain vampire doctor. Shenanigans ensue, and perhaps some people turn out to be just a little more childish than they'd like to admit.

Snap!

That was the sound of Noe's doom, his eyes widening slightly in surprise as the zipper he'd just been tugging on had popped right off the winter coat he was borrowing.... Vanitas' wintercoat, to be exact..

He hadn't meant to break it, really. He'd just gotten a little ahead of himself to get it off after playing out in the snow all day 'like a child', as Vanitas had put it earlier that morning, when he'd tried to pry the buzzkill of a human out of bed to go play with him.

This was fine though. Totally fine! Maybe he could fix it before Vanitas-

"Mm.. Noe? I see you're finally done prancing around in the snow... I can't believe you tried waking me up to- Eh?! The heck Noe?! Is that my coat you just broke?!"

And.. he was already here. Great...

"Vanitas! I, uh-" Noe stammered, smiling nervously as the irritated human approached to inspect the damage that had been done, snatching the broken zipper from him with a small pout, and Noe might have even laughed if not for the guilt he was feeling right now.

Before he could even begin to apologize though, a sudden tingling sensation on his sides caught him by surprised, causing him to stifle a small unexpected laugh as the irritated human suddenly began tickling him, expression a mixture of both annoyance and mischief as he squeezed the poor vampire's sides mercilessly.

"V-Vahahanitas?! W-Wait, what are you-"

Noe stammered, letting out a small squawk of protest as he was suddenly backed into the door behind him, leaving him no room to try and escape his current predicament as he plead with his friend, to no avail.

"Punishing you, of course. Isn't it obvious?" The blue eyed man answered, snickering evilly as he finally pinned the guilty looking vampire in place, pinching and prodding at the his sides while he started to crumble to the floor. "Shouldn't have broken my good winter coat Noe~." He cooed as he followed him down, causing his poor victim to squeak throygh helpless giggles.

"I- hehehehe! I dihihidn't- I didn't mehehean too!!"

Noe squealed out as he desperately tried to curl himself into a ball, twisting and turning in a useless attempt to free himself from the unfortunate situation he'd found himself in, with very little success. And after a few more minutes, it was beginning to look like he could end up stuck in this situation for a good long while, atleast until Vanitas decided to show some mercy... Which unfortunately, didn't seem likely anytime soon..

That is, unless he decided to play a little dirty too...

Now, would that be fair, considering the situation? Not really... But would it be funny? Absolutely.

Deciding to go through with his plan, Noe allowed himself to sink just a little further to the floor as he laughed more openly, pretending to give into the silly punishment, and once he'd lured the human into a false sense of security of having him properly subdued, he took action, subtly reaching up one arm to grab the doorknob, twisting it until the door suddenly swung open, a wave of freezing cold December air bursting into the house in an instant as they both tumbled backwards a bit.

Noe, still being safely wrapped in warm winter clothing, was totally fine, while Vanitas on the other hand, still dressed in nothing more than a set of thin pajamas, let out an embarrassingly high pitched squeal in response to the cold, before clumsily scrambling to his feet and retreating further into the house, shouting promises of merciless revenge and karma to come later, and despite the threats, Noe couldn't help but laugh.

Despite what Vanitas might say, perhaps that human was actually the more childish of the two of them afterall...

[wildpeachfarm]

Awww anon I hope you can feel the telepathic hug, I'm so sorry you are dealing with this :(

I hope you are okay with me responding to this (if not, I am happy to delete if you want me to) because I want to give you some advice and also help you maybe feel a little better. After all, I know you are not the only one who has been in this position recently and I think a lot of people can relate to you unfortunately. The environment on twitter with "ex fans" has become INCREDIBLY hostile and uncomfortable for current fans.

I get it and it can be tough to be stuck in a friend group where people are constantly making you feel paranoid and hated. And there are two things that I feel are important to think about during times like this:

You will not get along with everyone on the internet. It's a hard pill to swallow if you are a people pleaser like me but I think worrying about making everyone like you is such an exhausting endeavor that you shouldn't need to put yourself through. People will have their opinions and unfortunately, the internet is full of very chronically online people who love to fight and be vague and bitchy about things because they think they know how the world works when they don't. (and frankly if they are "hate following" people and pretending to leave the fandom but are staying and shitting on people, it doesn't sound like their minds will be changed anytime soon because they sound like obsessive haters- and what an absolutely MISERABLE life to live lol).

You are in a community of people who will support you and you always have the opportunity to make a better group of friends here- even though it may be intimidating at first. I think you'd be surprised at how easy it can be to make friends, especially on Tumblr just by interacting with posts and going into inboxes. I think it would be a great thing for you to get some new friends because I'm going to be honest: these people around you sound fucking terrible and not anyone you should be trying to keep relationships with. It sounds like you already have a mental strain on you with them constantly being around you and I think cutting them off will be so healthy for you. The superiority complex and the hating and fighting with other people and keeping tabs on people they don't like are all incredibly weird and surround you with a negative environment. You absolutely deserve better than these people <3

Never apologize for being on anon, I totally get it and I'm so happy you feel safe here and comfortable talking about this with me because I certainly understand. I hope to get an update from you soon that you are moving on to better people and better friends because they certainly don't deserve you :)

[sevensoulmates]

No, no please ramble on, i have many a bone to pick with the way this was recieved. And i honestly didn't expect a certain part of the fandom to have any correct takes about this as they rebuke anything that even remotely points to Buck and Eddie being anything but good ol' bros, but the amount of shippers who retroactively decided that actually, nothing means anything is kinda disappointing. This is a pretty interesting (genius even) way to illustrate Bucks perception of home, romantic relationships and his agency in them after all.

I think Buck and his metaphorical connection to "belonging" and his home space, apartments/loft, couch, etc have been a Thing™️ since his introduction in season 1.

Season 1- he's uncomfortable in a shared house with a bunch of frat guys (including *cough*Connor) that he only came to LA with because of a delusion of creating a "family" with them. Then he meets Abby, he feels like she "sees" him, he moves into her place and doesn't leave until halfway through season 2 even though the relationship has been dead for longer than it's been alive.

Season 2- He meets Ali, and she's the one who convinces him to get his own place, the entire loft is ALI'S doing, harkening back to Buck's passivity in relationships and his tendency to lose himself in them. Ali is the one who gives the iconic "You're like a perpetual roommate, even in your own place" and she hit the fucking nail on the head.

Season 3- the meat of Buck with the Diaz boys starts. "This is Eddie's house, I'm not really a guest". Strong establishment of Buck is at his most comfortable with Eddie and Chris.

Season 4- First we got Chim invading Buck's space, then Albert, then Veronica. His space is still never safe because anyone at anytime can come in and make it there's and he just lets them. Buck retreats to the Diaz house even more for safety. Introduction of "everyone needs a safe space where they can be themselves" by Dr. Copeland. Then in the finale, Buck is the one at the Diaz house, sleeping on their COUCH, taking care of Christopher emotionally and physically, while Eddie recovers from the shooting.

Season 5- Taylor moves into the loft, encroaching on Buck's supposed "safe space", getting rid of his couch in favor of her own (putting her needs above Buck's), and she only moves in because Buck asked her after panicking that she might leave him after he kissed Lucy (both trauma responses). OBVIOUS cracks in the relationship that only gets WORSE when they move in together. They break up, and she takes her couch with her leaving more obvious holes in Buck's loft.

Season 6- the birth of the couch metaphor. Of Buck textually connecting his couch ie. his home with his romantic life. His distant yet overbearing mother forces a couch on him as a way to make up for 30 years of emotional neglect, he hates it and is uncomfortable with it, he only finds solace and rest on the Diaz couch, Kameron INVADES his home in 6b and demands more of him than he ever agreed to. She destroys his couch with her birth fluid. The couch is gone, and Buck asks Natalia if she wants to go couch shopping, incredibly soon after she walked out on him for being "too much".

Buck searching for his true home, his safe space, his family being connected to his physical home has been and will likely continue to be a huge part of his character arc. Who was it I saw who was waiting for Buck's loft to burn down since season 4? Y'all are where it's at, honestly. Who knows, maybe the "Buck's loft should burn down" truthers can combine with the "couch theory" truthers and the "buck breakdown s7" truthers, and make season 7 the best season yet.

[fluffypotatey]

OK SO! the tommyinnit 101. technically this isn't really tied to an smp though.

so first we must start at the very beginning. the dream smp. in late 2020-early 2021, the dream smp was at the height of its popularity, and tommyinnit played one of its most prominent characters (tommy, henceforth referred to as c!tommy). now the thing about c!tommy is that both he and cc!tommy (idk if i've talked about the c! vs cc! divide before but that is its own 101) were under 18 at the time, and therefore if you shipped his character with anyone about 70% of the fandom would tear you apart.

honestly dsmp isn't too relevant here, though, except to introduce tommy and tubbo. you see, in a world of straight men using their little block guys to flirt with one another, tommy was Very vocal about loving women. being Straight was part of his Bit in the same way that being Annoying and playing the able sisters music from animal crossing was.

anyways in late 2022 he uploaded a vlog of him and tubbo getting married, tubbo mostly against his will. they pulled out all the stops- got an ordained minister (their friend scott, who you may recognize from the life series 101s) to do a little ceremony, had a lot of their friends acting as different members of the wedding party, even signed and filed real paperwork!

yep. that's right. they signed legal fucking paperwork. i've heard that tubbo didn't even know it was a marriage certificate, he thought it was a waiver for being in the video or smth. that's right, known straight man tommyinnit tricked his best friend into getting Real Life Legally Married to him, presumably just for shits and giggles.

This fact went unnoticed until mid-late 2023. tubbo was playing on the QSMP with some other people (i know FitMC, not sure who else), and was joking about going to Vegas and getting married to Fit. and then tubbo realized he was still married to tommy.

also, around that time, tommy wrote and published (to wattpad) a rpf crack fic called Tommy x Tubbo Love Triangle, where tommy leaves his Real Life Girlfriend molly for tubbo (molly dies directly afterwards because it was so romantic) and then he and tubbo kiss without tongue. tubbo was not consulted during the production of this fanfiction.

after learning about the marriage, tubbo started working to get a Real Life Divorce from his Real Life Friend Tom. tommy refused to sign the paperwork. if any of this ever goes to court tubbo fully intends to livestream the whole thing.

around 2 months ago, tommy did a parody of "I'm Just Ken" called "I'm Just Tom," in which he begs tubbo not to divorce him. it must be seen to be believed. idk if the link will work in an ask but i need you to see it https://youtu.be/laAPXcxjDlI?si=wPQM3ZJHBIv11Cfr

also if you're wondering how molly, tommy's Real Life Girlfriend, feels about all of this? she thinks it's hilarious. for the past month or two-ish (?), tommy's been doing a stand-up comedy tour in america (because they are all british), and at the same time tubbo's been doing a subathon (aka tubbathon bc it's tubbo) (a subathon is a twitch stream with a timer on it. the stream ends when the timer finishes out, and whenever someone subscribes to the streamer's channel more time is added) (the tubbathon is still going btw and isn't slowing down anytime soon). at one point molly came onto the tubbathon, and tubbo bought her a new phone bc hers was shit. (directly afterwards tommy posted a vlog about it, saying he felt like he was being cucked by his gay husband)

fans have dubbed these three the nightmare polycule, and it's not hard to see why.

and then, finally, this morning (last night in england time), tommy and tubbo were on a phone call. tubbo (gay) encouraged tommy to "say the f slur!" and tommy said, and i quote, "I'm bicurious, so I guess I could say like a fifth of it. [Tochat] Hear that, ya -ggots?"

i needed to tell you all of this so that you would understand the full insanity of all of this. there are some bits that don't really translate unless you were a dsmp fan in the 2020-2021 era, but i need you to see the ongoing insanity this man creates. he had been planning to use that joke for his live comedy show

ok uh

wow

i some pointers on his singing voice (a bit too belty there, that'll damage the throat later, some vowels need rounding)

hilarious that he rhymed Tom with arm

reading this was like a fever dream

molly is me tbh this is the most hilarious drama i have ever read

his comedic timing is beautiful

what the fuck

[burnin0akleaves]

Day 7 of drawing the hottest ranger every day:

Since this is the last day of my little TRR Will appreciation week, I wanted to draw something special and let you all in on an opinion of mine.

I think Will had a beard during his marriage with Alyss.

Now I'm not going to go too into detail about Will's character, how some people seem to infantilize him or how his 30s largely get forgotten by the fandom because I actually want to dedicate a huge masterpost on all of these later. Not anytime soon, because I don't have that much free time, but ideally it would be me going over and analyzing Will's character progression throughout the entire series and presenting some arguments against common (what I believe to be) misconceptions on how he is portrayed in TRR.

For now though, I'll just talk about the beard directly.

After the prologue where we see Will on his revenge mission, the first time we are actually introduced to him is in his cabin when Halt and Gilan are there to talk to him about Maddie. This is the first time we actually learn about how Will looks in detail.

Now that he mentioned the fact, Halt noticed that his clothes were crumpled and stained and his hair and beard were long and uncut,

Will's depression leaves him "messy", both his house and his physical appearance not cared for. He doesn't care about daily tasks anymore, he just wants to see the killers of his wife behind bars. It's probably the only thing getting him to get out of bed everyday because have no doubt that this is a coping mechanism. After seeing him probably for the first time in months, Halt realizes that his hair and beard are both long and uncut.

Notice how this doesn't say anything about Will growing his beard out recently? Hell, I'd say its proof that Will's beard isn't new. Halt isn't suprised that Will has a beard, he is suprised at the lack of care he shows for himself. Will's hair is long and uncut too, did he grow out depression hair from scratch??

I think what most people forget when they read TRR is that at minimum 15 years have passed since Will and Alyss' wedding. Both of them had around 13 years to grow and mature and we as an audience don't see them during their 30s at all.

I think most of the traits people attribute to TRR Will believing they are a result of his loss of Alyss, are just signs of him maturing. People are NOT the same in their 20s and 40s, and they shouldn't be. Everyone reading this post has the right to shoot me point blank in 20 years if I'm the exact same person I am now.

Will, after his initial and very understandable period of depression, earns a lot of the traits he used to be associated with during his younger years back. He starts laughing again, he starts to make bad jokes, he allows the people he loves back into his life and learns to move on. He also still has a beard.

The point I'm trying to make here is that even if Alyss hadn't died, Will would still be closer to what we have in TRR now compared to the main series. Because he shouldn't be the same Will. He is a grown ass man in his 40s, while some traits like his high energy and joking personality will stay with him for the rest of his life they will be filtered down. They should be. That's what maturing does to a person and 30s are the prime age for this.

Going back to the beard, Will has no reason not to have one. It suits his personality, Will doesn't care too highly for his looks and likely wouldn't bother to shave daily. All the men around him had beards as he grew up, including his father figure, and he has no reason to not follow the same pattern. Beards are also very common for the time period we're speaking about.

Is the beard used by Flanagan as a simple plot point to show him aging? Absolutely. But it's really not tied to his depression as heavily as people think. The reason he becomes dark and grim for 2 years before learning to enjoy life again is the same reason his beard is unruly and not taken care of before becoming better shaven. Will, even if at the lowest point of his life, is still Will. He has a beard because he wants one, not because he is depressed. And I believe it makes the most sense for him to start growing his beard out during his marriage mainly because of the fact that there is no reason for him not to.

Howls you just talked to me about why Will has a beard while married to Alyss for 4 hours, why does he have just stubble in the drawing then? Easy, artistic choices. It's easier to separate Will in his 30s than Will in his 40s by giving him different facial hair. That's it. It's a bit of a cheap narrative device but it's also realistic and fitting for his character.

Will had a beard during his late 30s with Alyss and that's it, that's the post.