#it hurts to remove so I'll probably keep for another day or so

[ak319]

Dark A.M x fem!reader

-- ★ The Word of Claim ┃ ─𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟕─

Warnings/MDNI: none, jus' slight fluff Syno: Every nod was a step closer to betrayal, the kind that brings justice in cuffs and ruin. ✰ 4.4K +++ Arthur's pic by Innocence from Pin.

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Your eyes grazed Dutch's form as he left he camp. Then to his tent. The urge to barge in to just find something, anything. Does he have the deed? Even if he does what's that gonna do for you? Will it?

Sigh.

"Needed another session with him?"

"No. Not his day today."

Your head whipped to the side to see Molly, to give her a quick fake smile.  You were currently sorting the vegetables, standing lazily against the wagon. 

"Why don't you dress nice. I mean, doing all these chores all of a sudden? Being from such a good household doesn't suit you-"

"I don't need someone to tell me what suits me and what does not. And I can wear whatever I want. Don't need to prove something to anyone."

"I just don't understand why you're acting like this when he's the one to blame." She referred to Arthur.

Right. She's still pissed at you for standing up to Dutch?

You let out a sharp breath, your patience hanging by a thread. "Yeah? Well, I blame everyone, and I'll keep doing it. What are you gonna do about it?"

Her gaze hardened as she stepped closer, the air between them charged. "You're blessed than most here, whether you see it or not. At least be a little grateful."

You scoffed, the sheer absurdity of her words making your skin prickle. "Oh, really? Blessed for what exactly?"

Her expression darkened, bitterness creeping into her eyes. "Some of us gave up everything for this life. For the people we love."

Wait… blessed, huh? Now it clicked. You thought, So she, like Mary the worm, probably thinks all this means something romantic. And perhaps wonders why Dutch didn't do the tradition for her. Judging by what Abigail has told you about their relationship, it seems like it....

Sad to be honest.

You both could have escaped together from such men. But seems like she's.....fine with it. Hurts to see it.

How many lives does this man plan to ruin? For what? To feed his ego?

You folded your arms, jaw tight. "I’m going to say this once and once only, so listen carefully. I’m not after Dutch or anyone else here. He's probably even older than my father. You can believe what you want, have as many doubts as you like, because clearly, they can't be removed by me, but I’m done explaining myself. So sit back and relax. Like you do."

"Don't ever talk about my personal affairs as if you know better, you dowdy dame!"

And with that she stomped away leaving you to sigh once again.

"What was that? You okay?"

You nearly jumped as Arthur appeared from behind the wagon, his voice cutting through the tense air.

"Was nothing," you muttered, brushing it off.

He mumbled something under his breath about her before turning his attention back to you, leaning in just enough that his voice was barely above a whisper. "I was thinking... let's go somewhere. Two of us. The weather's nice-"

"Mr. Morgan, just the man I need."

Arthur exhaled sharply, straightening up as the moment slipped away. He turned to face Strauss, who strolled up with his usual air of smug authority.

"Mr. Morgan," Strauss repeated, his tone clipped yet polite. His sharp gaze flickered between you and Arthur before settling on the latter. "I trust I'm not interrupting anything... pressing?"

Arthur scoffed, already irritated. "No..." 

Strauss clasped his hands behind his back, tilting his head slightly. "There's a debtor. A rather forgetful one. I need you to pay him a visit, remind him of his outstanding obligations."

Arthur ran a hand over his face. "Yeah? And where is this fella?"

"Not far," Strauss said smoothly, clearly pleased to have roped Arthur into another one of his errands. "Shouldn't be too difficult for a man of your talents."

Arthur sighed, shaking his head before glancing at you. "Figures."

Strauss, already convinced the job was settled, handed him the address and turned away without another word.

Arthur lingered for a moment, looking at you with a mix of frustration and regret. "Well, so much for takin' it easy."

His eyes wandered to your hand once again , his grip was firm but careful as his calloused fingers wrapped around your hand, halting your work. His touch lingered for a beat too long, his thumb grazing your skin as his eyes flickered up to meet yours.

You swallowed, forcing yourself to keep still as his thumb brushed over your knuckles. "Don't work on anything hard, 'kay?" His voice was softer than usual, almost careful, as if he were afraid you'd slip away if he wasn't gentle.

Then, before you could react, his hand traveled up, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The suddenness of it made you flinch, just barely, but he caught it. His jaw tightened for a moment, yet his lips curled into something close to amusement.

"Real pretty...real damn pretty..." he murmured, almost to himself.

The words hung between you, heavy and deliberate. His presence loomed close, a suffocating sort of awareness and fear.

But then, just as quickly as he had pulled you into the nightmarish moment, he cleared his throat and stepped back, tipping his hat with a lopsided smirk.

"Take care, darlin'."

❀˖°

It was hard, still is, to feign acceptance, to cloak yourself in humility while clinging to a fragile thread you dare to call hope, and another, even more elusive, that masquerades as a plan. And circling this uncertainty and hope is a fear that was once foreign to you, a fear that never existed when he was just a friend.

Your unease grows in direct proportion to the risk: the danger that too much humility, too much quiet compliance, will lull everyone into acceptance, especially him. Acceptance of your new role. And once that happens, the next step is inevitable: being taken advantage of. That, above all, is what you dread.

So you balance, precariously, somewhere in between.

The weight of it is relentless, an invisible burden few seem to notice. But you do. You feel it with every breath.

"Here, Abby."

The brunette glanced up, momentarily startled, as if pulled from some quiet reverie.

"Oh, I was just craving some tea and--oh, wow. Are these chocolates? Thank you, (Y/N)!"

"No problem. Thought you would love some. Hey....that's a nice sweater.

"You think? I just hope it fits right." She looked lovingly at the little piece of fabric, playing with it's sleeves already imagining a baby in it.

Your ears perked at the sound of a dull thud from somewhere to your left. A quick glance confirmed it, he was just lifting the axe again.

Please, just keep doing that the whole day and stay out of my radius.

"Have a seat, (Y/N)," she gestured to the grass beside her.

You shook your head. "No... uh, I'm tired of always just sitting, y'know. I'll go...and...look for something to do..."

With a soft, fleeting smile, you walked off, lost in thought.

As you lazily, though inwardly frustrated, began chopping celery, you felt a gaze on you. You ignored it, pretending not to notice. But beneath the surface, there was something else.

A small, quiet sense of accomplishment.

That's right. Notice me adjusting like some pathetic 'wife'. One more dreadful step closer.

You just wished you knew what that Dutch bitch was doing. You have a vague outline, but it isn't enough. If he owns the land, surely he plans to use it in some way. Has he gotten the deed yet? He doesn't necessarily need it to start constructing, but still, has he started anything there? How does he plan to keep this from Arthur? And who else in camp knows he stole it from you?

"I hope you don't poison us all."

Pearson's voice cut through your thoughts, his usual dry humor dragging you back to the present.

"Not a bad idea y'know. I won't mind sprinkling some in if it's available."

"I think you should focus on chopping for now--GEEZ!! That is NOT how you cut a potato!"

The shape of the slices nearly gave him a stroke. "Have you been taught nothing at all?!"

"And you've squashed the life out of the tomatoes instead of dicing them- 'more cursing at your cutting skills, which you couldn't care less about right now '--give it here and learn if you plan to do it at all, missy."

"Actually, I don't."

You mumbled to yourself, stepping back, your eyes taking an annoyed roll, pretending to pay attention as he droned on about technique and precision.

Yeah. Very interesting.

Unbeknownst to you, Arthur stood a few steps away, watching quietly, his canteen paused at his lips. Water dripped down his bare chest as he drank with a thirst that went beyond mere heat or exertion.

He could see why Pearson looked so offended, like you’d just kicked a dog. A low, amused snort escaped him, muffled into his damp shoulder.

At least she’s willing to try, he thought, the unfamiliar warmth blooming in his chest tightening with something almost like hope.

The sight of you, so unexpectedly domestic, caught him off guard. There you were, hands busy with vegetables, brow furrowed in a mix of annoyance and concentration. It was something raw, real.

Arthur’s mind raced with conflicting feelings. He hated the circumstances, the forced marriage, the bitterness between you, but moments like this made it harder to keep that hate alive.

This... this is what I want. Not just the fight, not just the anger. He swallowed hard. I want to see this side of you every day, even if you don’t want me to.

For a fleeting second, he let himself imagine a different life, one where you weren’t bound by chains of duty or resentment, where maybe, just maybe, you could be his in more ways than name alone.

His hand twitched, the urge to reach out, to touch, to claim, burning just beneath the surface, but he pulled it back, biting down on the bitterness and the ache.

Not yet. Not like this.

And damn it, he admitted quietly, there’s no sight sweeter than this.

"By the way, Mr. Pearson, why ain't you married? I think your cooking is not being appreciated by women. You need to work harder."

"Shut it and cut the rest like I taught you to, or go away. Here I am being nice and all cus' of Mr. Morgan and you-"

"God, stop being so emotional." They all have to just bring him in every conversation now huh?

You snatched the knife back, resuming your attempt at cutting properly, all while ignoring his muttered grumbles about having to work with damn jerks.

❀˖°

The evening air hung heavy with the scent of burning wood, the fire crackling lazily as the last remnants of daylight bled into the horizon. Camp had fallen into its usual lull, the occasional murmur drifting through the trees, interrupted only by the distant hoot of an owl.

Arthur dropped onto the log beside you with a thud, far too close for comfort. You didn’t need to look to know it was him. That scent, smoke, leather, and cedar soap, clung to him like a second skin. At least he’d bathed. Unlike most of the camp, he had the decency to show up clean before playing the part of husband.

"Can I have a sip?"

"No."

"Not even one?" he asked, already leaning forward like he might steal it anyway.

You curled your fingers tighter around the tin cup.

"Ain’t this marriage thing supposed to mean sharin’? You keepin’ secrets and tea now?"

You kept your gaze fixed on the fire, refusing to indulge him.

He sighed, long and theatrical. "Lord. I wed a cold-blooded woman."

"Correction. You forced a cold-blooded woman."

Arthur grinned, grinned, as though you’d told a joke. "Semantics."

The flames cracked, casting flickers of gold across his face. His eyes roamed your profile with idle interest, as if deciding whether to prod you further.

You finally glanced his way, just to glare. He smiled wider, tipping his hat back like he owned the whole damn world. Like he owned you.

"Y’know," he drawled, voice dropping as he leaned in just a little, "you’ll warm up to me eventually. All things do, sittin' too close to the fire."

"Don't call me a 'thing'. "

You moved your tea to the other side of your body, away from him.

And yet he didn’t leave.

You didn't even entertain him with a response this time, merely continuing to drink as he leaned in, chuckling softly against your side.

"Arthur?"

Ah. And here comes the bitch. Yes, now the family is complete.

The familiar deep voice made you both glance up. Dutch stepped into the fire's glow, his expression unreadable as he stared down at you.

"Yes, Dutch?"

"I'll be sending Mac and Davey, and occasionally Bill, to work on some farm owned by a jolly fellow. The boys agree, of course. Who doesn't want a stable income? No harm in boys moving their limbs instead of being completely useless, right?."

"Mhm. I can go too if you-"

"Oh no, no, boy." Dutch waved a hand dismissively. "We still got jobs to look after. You're needed here, and you already do more than I can ask for."

He clapped Arthur on the shoulder, his smile sharp. "Anyway, that's that. Thought I'd inform ya."

"Why not send John too?" Arthur suggested.

Dutch turned to him with a raised brow. "Marston?"

"Reckon he could learn a thing or two-"

"I'd be surprised if he even learns to eat properly." Dutch scoffed, shaking his head. 'Farm work demands responsibility, Arthur. You know that, right?'

"And he needs that."

Dutch let out a low sigh. "I can't, no one can, spoon-feed him that. If he wants to be responsible, he needs to act like it."

With a wary glance in your direction, he stalked off back to his tent.

You took another slow sip, letting the warmth settle in your chest as you leaned back slightly. "Is he planning something big or...this is just it?"

Arthur stretched out against the log, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off the stiffness from the day's work. His movements were unhurried, easy, too at ease, like he had all the time in the world. "Don't know yet. Big score comin', I guess. He's unpredictable."

"Bank?"

"Could be anything. Bank, trains, a mansion..." He tipped his hat back, dusting it off with a slow, deliberate motion before sparing you a glance. Something was knowing in his eyes. "Someone's interested"

You frowned. "Huh?"

"You plannin' to go with me or somethin', darlin'?"

You scoffed, setting your cup down. "No. Just asking. Is that not allowed too?"

His lips curved slightly, amused. "Calm down, just teasin' you."

He shifted, draping an arm behind your back as he settled into a more comfortable position. His touch was casual, too casual, but there was a weight behind it, a presence you couldn't ignore.

His mind drifted.

What if he really didn't come back one day?

What would happen to you?

Would you even care?

The thought had been lurking in the back of his head for days now, gnawing at him when he least expected it. He should talk to Dutch. Maybe Hosea. Someone.

But for now, he just sat there, arm close but not quite touching, gaze flickering between the fire and you.

Yeah. He should.

❀˖°

One week.

One whole damn week of playing these stupid games, of keeping your head down, of being... mild? You didn't even know what to call whatever the hell this was. Maybe "fitting in" was the word. Maybe "pretending." But it had finally paid off.

Because he finally let something slip.

A train. Belonging to Cornwall.

That name struck a chord, familiar and unpleasant. You'd met the man before, back when you were seventeen, some high-society function your father had dragged you to. Back then, Cornwall was just another businessman trying to carve out his place in the market, still shaking hands and making deals instead of dictating them. Your father had helped him, connected him with contractors, given him a foothold. And now? Now Cornwall was drowning in wealth, far beyond your father's reach.

27th.

Next Saturday.

Shit just got good.

Please just remember me too Mr. Cornwall.

"Hosea?"

"Yes, son?"

Arthur settled onto the crate beside him, the flick of his lighter breaking the quiet as he lit up a smoke. He took a slow drag, exhaling as he stared off into the night. His gaze lingered on the dim glow from your tent, shadows shifting against the canvas.

"I was... thinkin'..."

Hosea closed his book with a soft thud, turning his full attention to him. He didn't miss where Arthur's eyes had been moments before.

"Go on. Everything alright?"

"Yeah... just... y'know, there's this job, and then there's always gonna be another, and another. But what if one day I can't... make it?" Arthur tapped the ash off his cigarette, jaw tensing. "What about-"

"Her?" Hosea finished for him, watching Arthur's shoulders stiffen. "Mhm. I think it'd be best to return her to her family. And first, you need to have some trust in yourself too, Arthur. Don't go borrowin' trouble."

 "But I can't help it. It's true and..."

Arthur let out a slow breath, running a hand over his face. "Her family... they won't take her back. You were there, right? When Dutch took her?"

Hosea sighed but... more so at the fact that he has to now lie to his boy.

 "I was. But, Arthur... a parent can never truly turn their child away when they're in need. I saw it in their eyes that night, love, not hate. They weren't angry. Just... disappointed, that too stemming from....forget it.  Anyhow,  disappointment fades. Time, son. It's all about time."

Arthur's chest rumbled with a quiet hum. His face twisted into something almost boyish, sympathy, doubt, a hint of shame. Hosea had seen that look before, too many times to count.

He took a slow drag of his cigarette, staring at the embers as he exhaled. "If somethin' happens to me... don't let her end up alone."

Hosea's gaze softened, his voice steady. "You have my word."

Arthur didn't answer right away, just flicked his cigarette into the dirt and leaned forward, elbows on his knees. After a long moment, he sighed.

"Thanks, old man."

Hosea patted his shoulder, the weight of understanding between them. "Anytime, son."

❀˖°

The sun cast a warm glow over the camp as everyone busied themselves with their tasks. It was one of those rare, quiet mornings, and Arthur had left just after breakfast, disappearing into the wilderness like he always did.

"Charles! Charles!"

The long-haired man turned, setting down his carving as he took in your heaving breaths. His eyes sharpened with concern as he stood.

"Abby, she's not feeling well. A lot of pain. She needs to be taken to the clinic."

"Um, Hosea-"

"He's not here. And please, we need to take her. Now."

"I can't take you, I mean, Arthur, "

"He won't mind! Just please, let's go!"

You ignored the glances from others, your heart hammering in your chest. No Bill (well, he's passed out drunk), No Hosea. No Dutch even. No one to stop you today. And even your trick worked perfectly. It was like the universe had handed you a once-in-a-lifetime chance.

Everything was falling into place.

Charles hesitated only for a second before nodding. He could see it, the way Abigail clung to you, her body curled up in pain, her grip weak but desperate. That was enough. Without another word, he moved to help.

You patted Abigail's forehead gently, whispering, "It's gonna be alright, okay?"

Your fingers tightened around the satchel at your side, knuckles white with conviction. The words were meant for her, but more than that, they were meant for you.

❀˖°

The door slammed shut behind you, sealing away the murmurs of the waiting room. Once Abigail was settled in the chair, you wasted no time, grabbing Eddie by the arm and pulling her into a corner as the doctor began his examination.

"Thank God you're here today. Now listen, I don't have time to waste. Sedate her, stall her, do anything. Ask the doctor for help if you have to, but I'm running out that window. I have something I need to do."

Eddie's brows furrowed, a million questions flashing across her face, but she didn't argue. With a sharp nod, she turned on her heel and hurried toward the doctor.

For you, this was it. Now or never.

You cast one last glance over your shoulder. Abigail was behind the curtain, out of sight. The door remained firmly shut.

Perfect.

Without hesitation, you sprang forward, slipping through the window in one swift motion.

Then you ran.

The streets blurred as you tore through town, your breath coming fast and shallow. The postal office was just ahead.

The bell chimed as you burst into the post office, chest rising and falling with each breath. The clerk barely had time to look up before you slammed two sealed letters onto the counter.

"These-" You swallowed, composing yourself. "One goes to Leviticus Cornwall. Urgent. The other to the Pinkerton Agency."

The man behind the counter raised a brow, eyeing the crisp envelopes, the wax seals still fresh. "That'll cost you, miss."

You reached behind your neck, fingers fumbling with the clasp of your necklace. The delicate gold chain, one you had worn for years, slipped into your palm. It felt lighter than it should, as if the weight of it had already left you.

"This should cover the cost," you said, placing it down.

The clerk studied it, then nodded, pocketing the jewelry before grabbing the first letter.

But before he could reach for the second, you handed him a bundle of cloth, one with another necklace, the one that you wore at your wedding..

Absolutely priceless. Heavier, encrusted with jewels that caught the dim light. It was worth more than anything you had left. Your hands were adamant on not letting it go.

But you had to.

It's just a necklace (Y/N), a mere material, freedom is the only thing that's priceless.

"This," you murmured, "goes with the letter to the Pinkertons." 

The man didn't ask questions, to your surprise. Perhaps used to people sending leads of goons to the agency?

"Consider it sent."

You exhaled, a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. Your hands curled into fists at your sides.

It was done. Now, you just had to make it back before anyone noticed.

❀˖°

Eddie and you stood solemnly at the side, watching over Abigail. She was still under sedation, her breathing steady, the baby safe. Thank God, nothing serious had happened. The worst had passed.

Meanwhile, Eddie had heard everything.

"You think... it'll work?" she asked quietly.

"It should. Neither of them would pass up the chance to wipe out this... disease of a gang. No one would."

Eddie exhaled sharply. "Still can't believe your fath-"

"Don't say his name right now," you cut in, your tone firm.

She hesitated but pressed on. "Yeah, but where will you go if..."

"I'll go back," you said flatly. "It’s not like they won’t take me in. Things won’t be the same, sure, but I’m not backing down."

You looked her dead in the eye now, voice steel.

"I’ll go and demand what’s mine. That’s my fucking right. And I’d love to see who thinks they can stop me."

You stood straighter, jaw tight.

"I won’t let go of my shares. I won’t let them pretend I never existed. They don’t get to erase me."

Eddie gave you a long look before nodding, wrapping her arm around you. "My doors are open for you, (Y/N). Always."

You barely had time to squeeze her hand in gratitude before Abigail stirred, a faint sound escaping her lips. Without hesitation, you rushed to her side.

"(Y/N)...? What..." Abigail's voice was groggy, her eyelids fluttering as she stirred.

"You're fine," you assured her gently, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. "The baby too. Just a gastric issue, that's all. Nothing serious."

Your smile seemed to comfort her, though the sedation still clouded her mind. She blinked slowly, trying to process your words.

The door creaked open, and Charles stepped inside, his sharp eyes scanning both of you. "What happened?"

You explained everything, your voice calm and steady as he listened, nodding along. His tension eased just slightly, though he still looked her over with concern.

Once the doctor handed over the prescribed medicine, the three of you set out, making your way back to camp.

❀˖°

The tent flaps rustled open, and you glanced up from your book as he stepped inside, the weight of the day evident in the way he moved. He began removing his gear, the familiar clink of buckles and leather filling the quiet space.

"Heard you went out today, huh?" His voice was even, but there was an edge to it.

"Oh, yeah. Abigail... she-"

"Yeah, she's the one who told me."

Thank God. At least she listened to you. You had counted on her words carrying more weight than Charles' explanation ever could. A pregnant woman pleading her case? Far more convincing.

Arthur sighed, settling down beside you as he reached out to scratch Suki behind the ears, his rough fingers idly tracing through the cat's fur.

"But that don't mean I liked it," he added, voice lower now, almost grumbling.

Oh no.

But honestly, quite a mild reaction. Just as you had worked for. If you hadn't...well, shit could have been worse so you are content with whatever this is.

"You won't go out with me, but suddenly you're a damn hero when it comes to her-"

"You seriously comparing yourself to her situation? I'm the only one looking after her, Arthur. Yeah, not even Susan cares for her the way she needs. You very well know that."

"But that doesn't mean you get free rein to just leave whenever you feel like it. She could've tolerated some pain until Hosea got back-"

"Are you serious?!"

Arthur clenched his jaw, struggling to put his frustration into words. It wasn't that he didn't trust Charles, but Charles was too damn soft. What if he let you go? What if he dropped you off somewhere and you never came back? The thought burned hotter than he'd admit.

No, he won't. He's loyal, decent.

"Just... forget it. Go bring me the food."

With a huff, you slammed your book shut and threw it onto his lap before storming out.

At least you listened this time. That was something.

Arthur let out a breath, shaking his head as he turned the book over in his hands. His lips twitched into a small, amused smirk. If nothing else, you sure knew how to make an exit.

❀˖°

The next evening arrived, and once again, he was preparing to leave. But tonight wasn’t just any other night, it was a big one.

Stepping out of his tent, Arthur found you leaning against a pole, arms crossed, eyes sharp as you surveyed the camp with that familiar air of quiet judgment.

Without a word, he closed the distance between you, his hand rough as it gripped your wrist, pulling you inside the tent. He didn’t just hold you, he clutched you, as if anchoring you to him, desperate to keep you tethered to this moment, to him.

His embrace was fierce, a silent demand disguised as a hold. His voice dropped low and gravelly, rough breath ghosting against your ear.

"Not gonna wish me anything?"

You almost scoffed, but swallowed it down, the sharpness in your throat too heavy. "Safe travels..."

His hand slid to the back of your neck, thumb trailing slow, deliberate circles over your skin, less reassurance, more claim. His gaze was dark, smoldering with something deeper, something that made your pulse tighten beneath his touch.

"I’ll be back before you even know it, darlin'," he promised, the words thick with meaning.

He moved closer, lips hovering near yours, the tension pulling taut, dangerously close, but then he pulled back, eyes burning with restraint.

Not tonight. Not now. Not when the stakes were so high.

But still, when he finally pulled away, there was something in his eyes, a quiet plea for you to say something. To let him believe you cared, just a little.

You gave him nothing but a slow blink. Curiosity mixed with...defiance. That was enough of a reassurance for him.

"...Yeah," he muttered after a moment, as if answering a question that hadn't been asked. His jaw tightened. "I'll see you later, darlin'. "

And just like that, he was gone.

May they all be gone for good.

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Formula 1 Incorrect Quotes with reader Two

F1IQ - Part One

Y/n: Bitch why don't you shut the fuck up before i slit your throat and watch the honor roll out?

Max: Are you threatening me??

Y/n: No, I'm hitting on you, flash me a titty bitch.

Lewis: Yeah uh, there's something I've been wanting to say lately.

Y/n: Oh what's that?

Lewis: The N-Word

Y/n looking at toto: Look at your dad. Such a dork, keeping bees.

Y/n: I mean atleast it's interesting though. At least like, i wish my dad kept bees.

Y/n: I mean it's kind of cute. Like, your dad keeps bees.

Y/n: How old is your dad? He's obviously beekeeping age. I dont know. I think It's kind of sweet.

Y/n: George, i wanna fuck your dad.

George: Oh really?

Yuki: Hey can i sit with you?

Y/n: Why

Yuki looking at stroll and ocon: The kids at the other table keep throwing ketchup packets at me.

Y/n: You're not covered in ketchup, though

Yuki: They don't know you have to open it first

Y/n: Damn. We need remedial bullying class too.

Yuki: So how do you like your remedial english?

Y/n: I guess it's whatever. My mom was really pissed, though.

Yuki: Yeah? What about your dad?

Y/n: My dad killed himself.

Charles: I'm finally seeing someone good for me.

Alex: Omg who is it?

Charles: A therapist

Y/n: max is pissing me off *20 minutes ago*

Y/n: nvm just got dicked down

George: Girl what..

Fernando: Every time i talk to you i feel confused.

Fernando: I've never met anyone that speaks like you do

Y/n: Stop lovebombing me

Fernando: what? It's not a compliment

Fernando: You scare me

Y/n: What are you hiding from me?

Zhou: Nothing..

Y/n: Zhou Guanyu.

Zhou pulls out a cat: The cat distribution system chose me okay

Y/n at drive to survive: If he cheats on you, put hair remover in his shampoo, you wanna act like Andrew tate, u gon look like him too.

Lewis wearing a beanie: I CAN'T LIVE LIKE THIS FOREVER

Toto: That's your fault. Being too quick signing your seat with ferrari

Oscar: Are you high?

Lando: Am i what?

Oscar: High

Lando: Hello

Christian: So what could a Mercedes principal possibly have then?

Y/n: I just feel like he'd be into satan-worship, or at the very least have a sex diary.

Christian: A toto wolff sex diary would be horrifying. He's like our rival.

Y/n: We say that about Stephen king books, we still read those.

Daniel: "Dear diary, hot candle wax hurts so good"

Christian: No it'd probably be like a thesaurus of words for "Good"

Daniel: Yeah he probably sexts with perfect grammar.

Y/n: "My wife showed an exquisite exhibition of lust for me."

Toto: Let me try something different here. Do you guys have thoughts and feelings for one another?

Y/n: Uhh i think George's kinda spoiled

George: And i feel like y/n's a bitch

Y/n: What're you gay?

Alex: What.. How did you know? I've never told anyone that.

Y/n: Dude look at your hair dye, you're either gay or color blind.

Lance: bro stop chanting in dead language's your scaring the hoes

Y/n: Bitch you is so lonely I'm summoning the hoes

Sebastian: You used to be shy, now you're a whore

Y/n: There's a thing called character development

Oscar: Reminder that I'm very sweet and endearing so be nice to me

Carlos: or what

Oscar: or I'll punch your lights out

Hey yall this is a bit short cause I'm finna make a random crack twitter posts n I'll post it in the most random day. I love yall baby💋

[what-if-i-like-my-mechs-older]

(It's that time of the month for Starscream I'm not making a period romantic there will be blood and gas and actual relatable shit.

Tf One universe where Starscream and the highguard aren't on the surface but living unaware of Sentinels lie and cogless miners exist. Ship: StarPax comfort one shot.)

Two months, it had taken two months to get the superiors of Orions work station, to let him have two days away from the mines, Starscream had been dating the cogless miner for far longer than that but he'd wanted to take him home , pamper and dote on him there, and now as he laid curled on his bathroom floor he cursed how unreliable bodily functions were.

It wasn't due for three more days, he should have been in the clear....but...then again...who else but Orion could jump start it , it was a scientific fact that gestation cycles could be started through overloads especially when close to it.

He winced as he felt another surge of pain twist and turn, any mess that spilt from him could easily be cleaned up, he didn't care where it went, any position to lay in so it felt less painful.

He felt warm and in the moments of reprieve he could let his breathing ease.

Out in the bedroom Orion stirred, unable to feel the warmth of his lover, he groaned , huffing , where was his Starlight? Pouting he sat up, letting his processor come online, taking in the soft lighting of the room from all of Iacons neon sights and city buildings, there was how ever another glow beside him, faint and dull...and a pool of....was that, blood?

To Orion it would seem large, he was far smaller than the seeker and noted that he must have turned in it at some point as he saw trace amounts on his thigh.

It took him 0.00001 seconds to suddenly start panicking , was he hurt??? Did he hurt him self, did he hurt him during their interface???

"Starscream, where are you!?"

He practically fell off the bed slipping on the liquid, but he didn't care about that, he followed the pained sound of his Starlight answering him

Telling him not to be so loud.

Orion peeked in and saw Starscream curled up on the floor, more of the fluid pooled on the floor by....oh so that was what that was.

Still he didn't care , he turned the lights down low and moved in closer.

Starscream whined, feeling like an animal who'd been kicked down, he didn't want Orion to see him like this, his last partner didn't have pains or problems like this, they'd been so cruel and called him disgusting for making even the slightest mess, after that relationship he'd planned everything so carefully that Orion would never see him in this state, he didn't want the most wonderful and ridiculous mech at time to see him like this.

Orion watched as the seekers wings trembled, all he could think about how much pain he was in, he could feel it radiating from his field, walking up to him he rested a hand between his wings.

"I'll keep my voice soft I promise..."

His hand slowly stroked between them

"Can I remove your pelvic armor, I know the weight of it can add more stress to your wiring."

Star only nodded, this was foreign to him, no one had ever taken care of him during his cycle, he'd had to crawl or hobble around his home for medication, heating pads and whatever else he would need and here was this little mech, his voice only holding comfort and warmth for him...he'd probably cry about it later, but he couldn't cry, not now....not now he had to remain as calm as he could because that would only tense up his body more.

Orion searched the armour for every tiny clip and joint, it took a moment but soon the hip pieces and front and back were removed , he'd seen enough blood in the mines, this was no different no matter where it came from and all he could worry about was Starscream and making sure he'd feel better.

"Does that feel a little better sweetspark?"

The seeker made a small sound he wasn't sure if it meant yes or no, he focused on the biolights along his lower back, they should usually pulse subtly to a spark beat. Right now they were flickering, flashing then flickering again.

Star moved a leg trying to find another position as another cramp twisted through him.

Orion hated hearing him cry, not because he was angry at him for doing so, he hated that he was in pain, that such a natural bodily function that they were designed with had to be so cruel and debilitating.

Reaching forward he pressed his fingers carefully against the biolights and rubbed in large circles , again size difference here was blatantly obvious.

"You're not...you don't find..."

Starscream was having trouble getting the words out , what if Orion said yes, the massage was helping though...he seemed to know what he was doing...

"Not your first time helping someone out is it?"

He managed to say , his breathing still obviously laced with pain.

"Down in the mines, the only time they care is if you can't work, if a medical visit gets you back to work you can go to the doctors, or you get replaced...all we got is each other down there...do you need more pressure....right here?"

He answered him earnestly while rubbing down into the lower dip of Starscream’s back , the seeker audibly let out a sigh of relief, though however when his systems relaxed he felt his internals churn. His faced darkened as he knew what was going to happen and there was no stopping it.

His body dispelled gas that only sounded twice as loud to him because of how embarrassed he felt making his body tense up more.

Orion continued massaging him with out second thought and only chuckled

"Yeah I do that to during mine, Dee doesn't know what to say but he makes some joke like 'if you were a Prime I'd call you Tootimus Prime' , something like that, it's kinda funny, sometimes a little laugh helps, but I know it doesn't help everyone. "

Star did however manage a breathless giggle

"Tootimus...with your size they probably do sound like that...actually...now I think about it you've never once dispelled gas."

It was Orions turn to blush even if he was smiling

"I dunno I kept holding them in around you, you're such a classy mech I know I'm a miner how the world sees me, don't really care what they think of me but, I guess I didn't wanna accidentally embarrass you...or make you wish for something better."

Star listened , the sound of his voice was relaxing him, it eased his pain, how calm he talked how never mentioned the flow that was still going and slowly pooling on the floor.

So they'd both had their worries about each other , it was good they were communicating even if it was in such a moment as this.

"You don't embarrass me, Orion you make me happy...seeing you makes me happy, that smile you have when you see me, it's like you light up the whole of Iacon...and I don't know what to do with that...but I never want to lose it either...ridiculous bot thinking a ....a what was that slang term you use?"

"Fart."

Orion was trying not to cry, so Star had noticed that was the joy he brought him, he wasn't supposed to be the one getting teary here, he was supposed to be looking after him!

This all over gas...well...regulation of the hormonal cycle could do this he figured.

"Yes that, ridiculous bot thinking I'd be ashamed of you over a fart."

He actually found himself laughing a little more, he was still in pain, but with Orion here talking to him, knowing Orion wanted nothing but to look after and ease him...it made it just a little more tolerable and he was right removing the pelvic armor had helped...he'd usually had to handle this by himself, never discussed it with anyone else either, his sire had been one of those, it happens and we don't talk about it to others type mechs.

Old fashioned in other words.

His stomach (because right now I can't remember the transformers term for that) however did a turn as his body decided now would be a good time to contract hard enough that whatever he'd eaten earlier was not going to stay where it was and scrambled for the waste disposal unit, hands clutching at the sides, oh this was a bad one and Orion was here witnessing him at one of his most physically...and emotionally at this time vulnerable moments.

Throughout the retching a sob escaped him, it did ease the pain, but there was still that touch of fear Orion would be disgusted just like his last partner who'd sneered at him and just walked out.

Again though, there was a hand on his back rubbing between his wings.

"I'm not going anywhere Starlight, what ever you need to do or need me to help you with, I'm right here, promise I've seen it all , you're in pain I'd even defy my supervisor before leaving you like this."

Star kept his head down for a minute, waiting for his insides to calm.

The gas had gone at least...and while he ached less the pain was still there and dull.

Orion left his side a moment, and that had him raising his head in a momentary panic, but soon relaxed as he saw him reaching for a cloth, however...it did not go unnoticed that Orion...had a large smear of ...

He closed his optics and took a deep breath , pulling the chain to the waste disposal, the coolant water inside swirled and recycled with fresh coolant.

"You...my....it's on you."

Orion looked down at himself and shrugged.

"And? Honestly when I saw it on the berth I was terrified you were hurt, but knowing it's just this....well not just this, I...mean, I'm just happy that you weren't injured though with the way these cycles feel it does feel like you're put through the ringer that's for damn sure."

He was going to Sparkbond with Orion Pax, this was going to be his husband one day he swore to Primus, maybe it was the high emotions , or the feeling of being cared for that made him feel that way , but right now, he meant it he thought to himself as the miner came and wiped his mouth for him.

"Now, Starlight, I don't know how to run your bath to the way you like it but a oil bath is exactly what you need."

The seeker pouted at him

"Because I'm dirty?"

"No..."

He tip toed and kissed his forehead

"Because it'll ease your valve and back wires , I figure the same as a heating pad , only all over."

Star reached out and cuddled him, his face buried into the crook of his shoulder

"I love you, Orion Pax."

Orion kissed the side of Screamers helm affectionately and cuddled him back.

"Hey now, I'll always do my best to have your back, you got that."

He felt the seeker nodding and smiled

"Love you to Starscream...now where do you keep your pain medication, I'll get you a light snack and something to drink while you run a bath, that way I can find out what temperature you like it and I can run your bath next time."

"Next time?"

"What you think I totally wouldn't sneak out to look after you, don't be ridiculous got like seventy bots down there who owe me one, not that I ask them to, they just want to."

Star looked him over and just smiled, he understood why they did, it was hard not wanting to thank a mech like him for helping you out.

He told him where the medication was and managed to start his bath, oh everything still hurt, but knowing Orion was there, that he didn't judge anything that needed to be done to cope, that he wasn't alone...so long as leveled his breathing it was....just about manageable.

He'd been found early enough before it'd reached screaming in pain, those times were the worst, especially when nothing stayed in your body, but...he didn't worry about that right now.

Orion returned a few minutes later just as Star was sinking into the bath and sighing. His little Pax had been right, this was good, it would still take time for his body to calm, his knees were parted as he let the oil slowly ease the tension.

He watched as his lover pass up the glass and medication which he took and the two simple energon biscuits.

"Hey Star?"

"Yes my little future Conjunx?"

Both of them went still, shit he'd said that outloud, he felt a sharp pain as he momentarily panicked only to see Orion smiling that same smile that adored.

"Don't worry about any of the mess, I'll clean it up, you'll come back to fresh berth, just please tell me if there's anything you need."

He rocked on his feet a moment still smiling, still keeping his voice calm.

"Also I'd love to Conjunxed with you."

He practically skipped off and found what he'd need to clean up everything in the berth and then came in to clean the floor.

While Star didn't talk much, he'd asked Orion to tell him about his friends, just stories down in the mines, the sound of his voice soothing, even as he used the corner shower for himself finally.

Star couldn't help but feel his affection for him had grown substantially in this one night, to know he could be doubled over and pulled down by pain like that and Orion had only cared for him, given him comfort.

Love right now wasn't even good enough a word , it was humble in comparison to what he felt for him while he watched him shower and dry off.

Half expecting him to go to bed.

Orion climbed up on the bathroom chair and smiled.

"Don't rush okay, I want you to stay there for as long as you need to."

"Oh and what if I stay here til morning?"

It was a half tease but his answer just made him love him all the more.

"Then let the morning come, I will still be here."

[thezombieprostitute]

The Arrangement - Part 10

Summary: Jake's done a lot of things to keep his sister, and then his niece, safe from his parent's influence and manipulation. If he wants to keep them safe, he has to marry you.

Warnings: Bad parents, Implied abuse, Implied violence. Let me know if I missed any!

Part 9 -- Part 11

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As you calm down, Jake waits until you tell him to before he lets you go. He can't imagine how much you might need this so he'll hold you for as long as you want.

You sniffle and shake your head as you gently push away from him. "I'm sorry about that," you splutter.

"No need to apologize," he assures. "It's been a really crazy couple of days. Probably a lot longer than that for you."

"I should get to work on the dishes." You try to move past him but he holds out his arm.

"I said I'd do the dishes," he reminds you. "Not only did you cook breakfast, you cooked a lot more food than you should have. The least I can do is help out with the clean up."

"You had to actually talk to them," you quietly argue. "I just sat and refilled drinks."

"You also really helped me out, reassured me when I was feeling lost," he gently countered. "Please let me do this for you?"

It takes you a minute of internal waffling before you tell him, "okay. And thank you."

As you start tearing up again Jake is quick to ask, "are you okay? What's wrong? Do you need another hug? Are you hurt?"

"I'm just...I'm just not...not used to such kindness," you confess as you wipe the tears away.

"Doing the dishes for you is more than you're used to?" You nod and Jake feels a renewed wave of anger at your family. "Would...would it help if you supervised my cleaning? Make sure I'm not cleaning your cast iron by putting it in the dishwasher?" Your eyes go wide and you gasp, but he's quick to smile and reassure you that he would never do that. "It's one of the few cleaning things I will forever know, if only because it came up in a trivia night one time."

The giggle escapes before you even knew it was forming. You slap your hand over your mouth, embarrassed but Jake's eyes are lit up. Everything in his body language tells you he's not angry or offended at your outburst, but happy about it.

"If you want me to ignore that, I will," he comments. "But I would be happy to acknowledge it!" He looks at you like an excited puppy eager for praise and you can't help but continue giggling from behind your hand. He starts shaking with excitement but he's not saying or doing anything because you haven't said if you want it acknowledged. Unfortunately that's just making your fit more uncontrollable.

You remove your hand and gasp between fits, "it's okay. I'm so sorry. I don't know why I'm laughing this much. I'm sorry."

Jake lightly bounces as he assures you, "it's okay! There's nothing to apologize for! Sometimes a thing just tickles your fancy. It could also be a response to all the stress you've been through. When was the last time you had a really good cry? Or a really good laugh?"

"It has been a long time," you sigh, keeping your head down as you finally get your laughing under control.

"So, would you be willing to supervise me in the kitchen?"

"That sounds nice," you nod.

"And you promise to correct me if I do something wrong? Or before I do something wrong?" You hesitate at that. "I promise I don't want to upset you. I just...we're going to be going to a lot of parties soon. I'll have no idea what I'm doing. I'm going to need your help." You look up at him, eyes a mix of emotions. "I...I get the impression you're not...you don't correct others." You lower your face in shame. "Hey, it's not...I get why. I really do! It's not a judgment, I promise!" Jake's tone becomes a little more frantic, but no less pleading, soft. "And I'm gonna need your help to not make an ass of myself at these parties. That includes correcting me or stopping me before I do something stupid. The kitchen supervision could be a good way to practice that for us?"

"That...that makes sense," you agree. "I promise to try?"

Jake smiles, "thank you so much, Sharky!"

"Sharky?"

"Sorry, I'm used to friends with nicknames," he quickly explains. "And, I figured you...you like sharks so much you literally studied them...I swear it sounded better in my head." His face looks chagrined as he rubs his hand on the back of his head.

"I...I've never really had a nickname before," you tell him. "I kinda did when I was studying, but it was definitely derogatory." Jake's eyes turn sad. "Derogatory regarding my background. No matter how much work I did, I was still called 'Princess' because of my family." You shake your head to dispel the memory. "But 'Sharky' sounds a lot nicer." You give him a soft smile that has Jake's heart fluttering.

As the dishes get loaded into the dishwasher and the others await the required handwashing, you decide to ask Jake about something that's been bothering you.

"Your father," you hesitate, knowing it's a sensitive topic. "He mentioned something about your niece?"

Jake sighs, the smile on his face dropping. "You remember my sister was engaged to Travis?"

"Of course."

"I got her out of it by, essentially, hiding her far away from here. She met someone, fell in love, and they had a daughter." Your eyes widen slightly in surprise. "She's only 8 years old," he continues. "But she's super stubborn, like her mother. Smart, like her father. And she's damn good at soccer, minus some bad calls from a ref."

You smile a little at that. It's very clear he cares a lot for her.

"But my parents found out about her," he continues. "They hinted that they know where she and Sarah live and they flat out told me that, unless I agreed to marry you, to be the obedient son they always wanted, they were going to marry her off to your brother."

You gasp at that. You knew your parents were determined to solidify power and position by combining the families but you didn't think they would go so far! And to your brother, who would be twice her age upon marrying her! Your blood freezes as you think of how badly he'd hurt her.

"Hey, Sharky? You okay?"

Jake's voice breaks through the bad memories, "sorry. I just...I'm happy to help you keep her safe."

"Thank you for that."

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snow angel - track two

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2 YEARS AGO

i'll fucking fight him. i swear it.

no honey, you don't have to.

i saw this coming.

how on earth could you see this coming?

he was distant.

i've told him i loved him for days and he always responded me "me too" or worse he said nothing back

oh sweetie

how did you put up with that? you deserve so much better.

it's okay. i'm moving out of our apartment tonight. ryan said i can stay with him for a few weeks.

i love him lily. i don’t know when those feelings will go away. i hope they go away soon. i can’t keep loving someone who hurt me this bad.

i promise you i’ll fight him when i see him in bahrain next season.

i hope he dnfs

i hope you write a fucking day destroying album because of this. he will never know peace

oh lily, i'm going to ruin his fucking life with whatever i come with.

lily muni he removed lando norris

lily muni he fuck that guy

charles leclerc i do not understand what happened? george russell you're telling me the chronically online guy doesn't know what just happened? alex albon the grid's #1 gossip girl doesn't know what happened? charles leclerc NO I DON'T KNOW THAT'S WHY I'M ASKING CONNARDS!

pierre gasly lando cheated on rhea

max verstappen i can crash into him in bahrain next season?

yuki tsunoda i will bite his ankles. lily muni he i'll poison his food yuki tsunoda we will not go that far. food is sacred.

esteban ocon does this mean that **** can finally **** ***?

lance stroll how about you shut the fuck up esteban? max verstappen what the fuck are you two going on about now? lance stroll ignore esteban. he's a bit delirious.

daniel ricciardo i promise to make his life miserable next year.

rhea reynolds i'm just pissed that he was too much of a coward to end our relationship before he went on to publicly cheat on me.

rhea reynolds at least try to not get caught.

charles leclerc what is it the kids say? he fumbled?

lance stroll please never use that phrase again

pierre gasly she's probably crying to taylor swift now

rhea reynolds LET ME BE PEAR GASLY! daniel ricciardo yeah, pierre let the girl be emotional! rhea reynolds if i'm crying to all too well that's nobody's business but mine

charles leclerc you can come to bahrain with me!

max verstappen or me! daniel ricciardo you're both thinking too small. show up with me. can't promise i'll have a good race or win but it'll show him!

rhea reynolds thanks guys but i'm not really up to going to races anytime soon.

lily muni he never let a man take anything from you. GO TO THE RACE!

rhea reynolds nah, not really up for it right now but i could change my mind in a few months. it's literally december!

charles leclerc i will save a spot for you regardless.

yukitsunoda it's okay, i can bite his ankles if he comes near you.

rhea reynolds i appreciate the sentiment yuki

rhea reynolds besides, i'll never date another fucking driver again.

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nothing better than taylor swift to help with heartbreak who needs men when cats are much better company?

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rheareynolds home for the holidays update: i adopted a cat, i got cheated on (i should stick to dating women), and goats hate ryan. p.s. the first picture is what i sent to max when he made fun of me for getting cheated on.

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maxverstappen33 THAT’S NOT TRUE AND YOU KNOW IT!

↳ rheareynolds you told me and i quote, “that’s what you get for dating a guy who looks like a walking orange.”

↳ maxverstappen33 i called him ernie and then a walking orange. get it right.

lilymhe my offer still stands

↳ yukitsunoda0511 mine too! i can bite ankles!

↳ rheareynolds thanks guys but i'd rather not have to bail you out of jail for assault.

user01 so did they break up? or what? the chismosa in me needs to know

user02 it's okay rhea, he didn't deserve you

user03 fuck men, am i right?

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vancityreynolds you're lying to everyone blake made those cinnamon rolls, not you.

↳ rheareynolds must you ruin everything?

↳ vancityreynolds it's my job as your older brother.

georgerussell63 why get an orange cat when he's a walking orange?

↳ alex_albon because rhea is the embodiment of an orange cat

↳ rheareynolds it's true. i've been told many times

user04 love to see that loser's friends are on her side. how are you going to publicly cheat on your girlfriend?

↳ user05 but did he cheat? what if they were broken up?

↳ user06 either you can't read (no offense) or you didn't read the caption, she literally says, "i got cheated on" they were very much together. stop trying to invalidate her pain because you love l*ndo

user07 it's okay baby, you can date me instead

↳ rheareynolds thanks for the offer babes but i should stick to being single for a while ❤️

↳ user07 i'm screaming!

user08 rhea's better than me fr. i would've destroyed his car carrie underwood style.

maxfretwell going to miss your cookies. that's the worst part about all of this

↳ rheareynolds yeah cause fuck my heartbreak right?

↳ maxfretwell that's not what i meant and you know it!

↳ rheareynolds can't wait to see the gossip pages say max fretwell says rhea reynolds' heartbreak is not validated

↳ maxfretwell i take it all back this is why he cheated on you

↳ rheareynolds TOO SOON FRETWELL!

↳ user09 curse n*rris for taking this duo away from us!

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[OOC] Weighted Pregnant Belly Instructions

Hi everyone! For those interested, I've jerry-rigged a method to pad/simulate/wear-a-fake-pregnant-tummy-for-kink-purposes with some real weight and firmness to it that I think people would like! It works very well for me but is also functionally a prototype/first pass at the idea, so there are certainly areas that it could be improved. (which is me saying "experiment and improve upon this, we can make it better!")

I'll preface this with the fact that, if you pay full price for everything involved, assuming you have NONE of it to start, it's probably about $120. That said, about $20-25 of that comes from a specific kind of pillow and blanket, which you very well may have, which would bring it realistically down to $100, and some of it is stuff which can be bought on sale pretty easily, which would land you in the neighborhood of $80. Again, it isn't cheap, but it has something not even a fancy Roanyer tummy has:

WEIGHT and BULK

It's also made of inconspicuous or otherwise easily hidden items, so if you have roommates or family who could see this stuff, it's great at being tucked away or hiding in plain sight. If you're curious, I have pictures, a shopping list, and step by step instructions, as well as some further tips and info. It's pretty long so I'm putting it under a cut...

Let's get started!

What you'll need:

One piece of fully body shapewear (the mauve one on top) and one piece of "tummy tuck" shapewear (black on the bottom). The full body one is about 2 sizes too big for what it's meant to do normally (so for me, an XXXL. This is the same shapewear I use for my squishmallow tummy for RP blog pictures), and the tummy tuck one is the "correct" size for my body (XL). The tummy tuck one gives you all the support, so you don't want it too oversized. DON'T GO UNDERSIZED EITHER as what we're going to load this up with is gonna cause some compression, and too much pressure on your abdomen can be harmful. When in doubt, go at your size or maybe one size bigger, but no farther. Both of these run $20-30 a piece at a target but also can be found on sale for $10-20. Target is going to charge you more than Walmart, and it doesn't have to be top of the line.

One soft, round pillow. This is like a $6 pick up from Walmart. It's not just soft from it's fabric, but it's specifically not firm to the touch. It's all give and is very malleable. Technically you could use a regular pillow too, but this being roughly disk shaped helps it do its job as basically the "lower belly" that keeps the weight from shifting too low.

An averaged sized blanket. Softer materials that fold and bunch up easier are preferred. You PROBABLY already have something that will work for this, but if you don't, again, Walmart will charge you like $15-20 for one.

And finally...

A 20 lbs kettlebell. This BASTARD is the single most expensive thing you'll need, and unfortunately is required if you want it to be properly heavy. This one came from Target, and ran me $55. You might think you want to go heavier, but trust me, this thing has all the heft you'll need. If you really want to, you could feasibly go for a 25 lbs. one, but those are even more expensive. The kettlebell shape is important because it's mostly round, unlike a dumbbell, so we can wrap it up and use it for a reasonably pregnant-shaped belly. A dumbbell of this weight might be a little cheaper, but if you're already going to drop $40 on an oddly shaped weight, another $15 so it can fit the tummy shape is worth it.

Putting it on:

[DISCLAIMER: If at any point something HURTS while putting this thing on or while wearing it, safely but quickly remove it. The weight is supposed to be cumbersome and a little uncomfortable for the fantasy of it, but if anything HURTS, something is wrong, and you need to take it off. If you lay on your back with this thing on for too long, get ready for ab muscle aches, possibly the next day, as your tummy will be supporting 20 lbs of external weight just pressing on it, and those muscles don't get used unless you work out. I've never worn this thing overnight to sleep, but I don't advise it, as extended period of compression can be harmful. Same logic as to why AFAB people who don't want visible boobs shouldn't bind for too long.]

Start by putting on the fully body shapewear, and then putting the tummy tuck shapewear over that. The fabric under my shapewear here is my sports bra, which isn't part of the belly process.

Next you're going to load the soft, round pillow into the full body shapewear. It's going to kind of fold in on itself and that's not an issue, if anything it gives a nice little landing zone for the next thing we're going to add.

Don't fight trying to get the pillow under the tummy tuck shapewear, right now just roll it down to your waistline under the pillow bulk like so.

Next you'll take your blanket, lay it out, set the kettlebell inside of it, and wrap/bunch it up. You want it something approximating 'round', making sure the kettlebell isn't going to roll/fall out when you pick it up.

Next, you load the wrapped up bastard in, setting it on top of the pillow. The kettlebell is going to shift, and try to sink deeper, that's fine, just maneuver it so it sits on the pillow, allowing the pillow to spread the weight more evenly.

Before you pull up the tummy tuck shapewear, it's going to look like this, notice how the bottom of it is lighter because that's all pillow, with the blanket over top.

Now comes of trickiest/most strenuous part, you gotta pull out the tummy tuck shapewear and get it out and around the bulk of your "tummy". You'll have an easier time if you pull the back part up a little first, so it's not fighting you, which you can see in the above photos. If anything starts to hurt during this process, stop and take it out, because likely something is too tight or too heavy.

Once the tummy tuck shapewear is pulled all the way up, it should look about like this, and you're loaded up and ready to waddle!

Notice how much more contained it all is? It's not spilling off of me anymore, it's firmly held against me. Now, just top with your favorite maternity shirt!

Or don't!

Now, clearly, it doesn't LOOK very pregnant. It's lumpy and awkward and it'll come out downright lopsided your first few times. But this isn't for taking pictures for an RP blog, this is for simulating something close to the feeling of carrying something heavy like a pregnant belly around. For those of us who can't or don't want to actually get pregnant, this is a decent approximate that's reasonable to buy and easily hidden. This is for nights after everyone else is in bed or you're home alone, and it can be a LOT of fun.

Great, now what do I do with it?

This is the end of the instructions and is more just ideas for some fantasy fulfillment. Feel free to drop your own ideas in replies or reblogs!

So something that sets this belly apart from just a pillow, or bunched up clothes under your shirt, is that it's very firm, and independently held against you. A pillow under your shirt is dependent on the shirt for structure. If you lift the shirt, pillow falls off. That is not the case here, so suddenly, you've unlocked the ability to put on too small clothes, or button ups, or robes, whatever, that's too small for you now, and can fuss and mess with it without affecting the stability of the belly. You can wear pants that don't button or simply bunch up under that heavy, firm underbelly. Hell, you can simulate getting dressed with a 20 lbs mass hanging off of you. Put on socks around this thing, it's the stuff of preg kink dreams!

Getting up and down, laying in bed and rolling over, the shit that's easy to do now, takes a LOT more effort all of the sudden. Again, I urge you not to lay flat on your back too much, because I did that while padding before bed, and woke up with some muscle aches centered on my tummy, in muscles that I hadn't used in god knows how long. Don't over exert yourself with this thing. I'm bringing this up a lot because I don't want anyone getting hurt.

Taking the stairs is nuts. Going up is way more effort, and going down feels almost hazardous as you wont have vision of your feet anymore.

If you're into the domesticity of pregnancy, try doing some household chores with this thing on! Loading a dishwasher, doing some laundry, maybe some tidying. I personally have found it weirdly exhilarating, waddling around loading the washing machine around this heavy bulk. Have fun bending over to pick up something you dropped!

Even just chilling and gaming with a lap full of heavy belly feels kind of new and exciting. When you're not used to it, even the mundane shit gets hotter with a tummy like this

That's about all I got. If someone else gets everything and tries this out, let me know your experiences with it and how you've improved it! I've had an ask suggest a weighted medicine ball, so that could also work if you have one you're willing to test out. Please enjoy, and share with your pregnancy loving mutuals! Thanks for reading!!!

[landoom]

organised by @33max and @leatherandcherryblossoms - header from them

List of prompts

Day 2: ❤️‍🔥 Coming Untouched (sorry I'm late, I'm planning on doing every day but I'll catch up when I have more time at the end of the month)

“So, how do you want to play tonight?” Oscar asks as George is already nestled in his arms.

He knows they’re toying with the limit here and that they shouldn’t be that close before the game has started. But over the months they’ve been doing this, they’ve grown closer outside of that little arrangement of theirs, Oscar can’t deny that.

“Wants to come…Without you touching my— my dick.”

“Oh… Do you reckon you can do that?” Oscar asks, letting his hand thread George’s hair in a comforting gesture. He knows it’s still hard for George to voice his needs.

George nods.

“Nearly did… In Austin.”

“Oh, yeah… I remember.”

And Oscar does… That night, George asked Oscar to eat him out. And so Oscar did. Thoroughly. For so long that he barely had to touch George’s dick before he was coming all over the couch… They had to leave a huge tip to make up for the stains…

“Do you want me to eat you out again?”

“I– I don’t know. Whatever you want.”

At the beginning of their relationship, Oscar would have pushed for George to tell him what he wanted but now, he knows that it’s not George being afraid to ask for something. Just that sometimes, George really wants Oscar to decide.

“I think I have an idea…”

***

“Oscar…” George moans, another plea after many others that Oscar didn’t listen to. And Oscar ignores this one, too. He keeps putting kisses all over George’s legs, letting his hands roam over his skin and feeling the goosebumps he’s leaving in his trail. 

He can’t help but look between those opened-up legs, where he can see the plus snuggled inside George’s ass, vibrating. It's strong enough to drive him crazy but not enough to let him come... Yet. 

More moans come out of George’s mouth but Oscar is focused on his task. And he knows that George can take it or he would have used his safe word. So he grabs the remote and increases the vibration intensity. He can see George’s cock pulse, even with the ring firmly closed around its base.

Oscar knows George could probably come already if he freed him but he knows George needs more. George needs to lose control completely. It’s why they’re doing this after all.

So he keeps going. Touching and kissing George’s whole body, making a mission of avoiding the most sensible spots, though. He wants George to feel worshipped. He wants to drive him crazy. He wants to allow George to let it go.

George's moans are becoming whimpers and Oscar spots the shine of tears pooling up in those beautiful eyes. They're getting there. Still, Oscar keeps caressing and kissing George’s body… And what a stunning body indeed. Oscar knows he’s getting way too involved, that any time, George could put an end to their arrangement. That day, he’s gonna miss that body so much… But the realisation that he’s going to miss the man even more is what hurts…

“Osc?” George asks as Oscar gets lost in his thoughts.

“Sorry…” Oscar answers and resumes his ministrations, avoiding George’s questioning gaze. 

And from there, it doesn’t take long for George to be reduced to a whining mess and Oscar spots the signs that they’ve reached the limit…

So Oscar finally removes the cock ring and, as expected, it’s enough for George to come, cries and moans resonating in the room as his whole body tenses and Oscar can only watch, mesmerised by the abandonment.

Knowing he did this, that he had been a good dom for George is nearly enough for Oscar to come, too and he only strokes his own cock twice before reaching his climax.

He only hopes George will need him for a bit longer… 

This is set in the same universe as "I find my way back to a higher ground"

[surfinminho]

Day 21- Double penetration w/seungmin

⤷ warnings: anal, sub!seungmin, fisting mentioned, implied second round

⤷ word count: 468

⤷Taglist : @greysweaters-blog @hannie-bees @ashydoinwhat @chansbabygirlsstuff @hiddlestandom @stanskzsstuff @mal-lunar-28 @leeracha @linos-kitten @bonateukna @ihrtlix @conwunder @jazzyluuv

⤷ permanent taglist: @iadorethemskz @iluvseungie

*please dm me if you want to be added or removed from the taglist.*

You weren't opposed to trying anything in bed. Especially if seungmin suggested it. So when you guys are talking about stuff, you ask him about what he's into but you don't get a response.

"Come on just tell me!" You try to make him feel like hes welcomed to say anything on his mind (he is).

"Nuh uh" he plays it off, throwing his head back covering his eyes.

"Okay let me guess" you take out your phone and search up a random list of kinks and bedroom activities.

"Let's see, knife play, bondage, double penetration" you look up after every word to see his reaction. His ears turn red at the last two words, eyes widening.

"You want to be fucked with 2 dildos? Is that it" you smile to yourself, keeping a mental note of this conversation.

"Ah- yes no maybe? I don't know" his voice starts to quiet down at the end sentence.

"It's okay, just tell me and I'll do whatever you ask me to" you move yourself to wear you're fully facing seungmin, encouraging him to talk.

"I want to be fucked with 2 dildos." His face flushes red, knowing if he didn't tell you what he wanted you wouldn't have done it.

"Good job"

And that's how you guys ended up in this position, with alot of lube used

"wanna take two? You already have one cock in you." You lean over, drizzling lube on your hand and his rim.

"Want more, another one please" he says, back arching to adjust to the feeling of your strap in him.

You push your fingers into his rim, stretching him out more than he already is.

"Think you can take it?" You rub up and down his back, drawing random shapes.

"Y-yes" you grab the smaller dildo you took out, dripping lube onto the tip.

You press the tip against his hole, not moving.

"i-in please." He pushes his out at for you trying to get you to put in the dildo already.

He trys to complain again but you push the tip in, holding his hips still.

"Stay still, I'm not trying to hurt you now" you continue to inch it into him stopping when you reach the middle.

"t-too much, so full" his cock is pulsing against his stomach, precum smearing everywhere.

"Want all of it baby? Could probably fit my whole fist in you. You'd like that? Mommy fisting you?" You gently push the rest of the dildo in, moving to always hit his prostate.

"Mommy! I-I can't so-" letting out a moan, pearly white liquid dripping down his stomach to his thighs. Some landing on the bed.

You try to pull out but he stops you

"N-no! make me cum again. Wanna cum again please"

[arliganzey]

Since you seem to be the resident Arligan Zey expert Had a few questions Any headcanons pertaining to his interactions with the Jedi Council, specifically Mace and Yoda and Plo Koon? Given Zey's frustration with Palps and his cronies, do you have any fic/headcanon of him having to deal with them or say Senators like Padme, Bail, etc Do you think Zey had a bit of a black mark on his record for not trying to get Bardan into being a healer/surgeon and letting Bardan leave the order given how thin the Jedi were spread? Keep up the good work and have a great weekend!

omg thank you thank you, I got my PhD in Repcomm with a minor in Arligan Zey 🫶

Zey and the Council: I think Zey is on pretty good terms with the Council - he almost immediately gets command of the special operations brigade, so he's skilled and respected enough for that specialized task. Zey discloses his concerns about Aayla Secura and Commander Bly to Mace Windu, so I imagine they're pretty close.

Obviously one of the big themes in the series is how the Jedi treat the clones, and Zey becomes more and more aware of the Jedi that don't respect the troops. Plo Koon is obviously one of the good ones - I bet they'd get along!

I'll be honest, I don't have a great grasp on prequels Yoda. He is forever a muppet giggling and going through Luke's stuff.

Etain mentions how she can see Zey standing up at the Council to argue for clone rights - and that she doesn't think that would go well. Which I find interesting! Has Zey rabble roused before? 👀

Zey, Palps, and the Senate: Zey exudes middle management energy. Like this man is getting crushed by pressure from all sides. Palpatine has his com on speed dial for sure, especially during the hunt for Ko Sai. Zey probably takes calls from the Chancellor at all hours day/night. Basically all the fanon out there about Commander Fox being overworked and pissed at Palpatine can be applied to Zey. AU team up where Zey and Fox get to murder the old man.

As for the Senate, I imagine Zey has to appear before relevant committees to provide status updates, so I'm sure he's over at the Senate Building quite a bit. I think he'd get on pretty well with Bail and Padme. Zey strikes me as someone who can manage fine around leadership/authority but he's kind of rough around the edges.

Bardan's resignation: I could probably write an entire separate post about this, but to answer your question - no, I don't think there was anything bad reflected on Zey personally for Bardan's resignation. I know other Jedi felt betrayed by Bardan (see: opening scene of Order 66) but it wasn't Zey's place to convince Bardan to stay.

Also, Bardan's request to transfer to be a healer would have removed him from the Jedi command structure anyway. And since the conversation happened in the privacy of Zey's office with Etain, I don't think anybody came back to Zey like 'well why didn't you let him transfer!' I do think Zey's immediate reaction to decline that medical transfer request was rooted in 'I can't lose another general', though, and then he's totally shocked when Bardan resigns. A tiny part of me wonders if Zey said no to the transfer because he knows Bardan would expend all his energy healing and hurt himself (which turns out to be true with Fi).

tysm for the ask!

[woodchipp]

Yeah no I'll have to cut Basil out entirely lol. Dude has no reason to be in a version of the plot where Mari commits suicide and my attempts to organically integrate him into it without deviating from the game's original framework too much didn't work out. Which is a shame. He's got a cool design and he's interesting! The problem is that he's good only as a plot device in Headspace, and I don't want to relegate him to that :(

To make up for that, I think it'd probably make more sense for Sunny to be the photographer and for Mari to be the flower enthusiast. The former's hobby could be justified by him having memory issues, and thus the idea of creating a photo album could be born out of the fear that he'll forget his friends at some point in the future. Additionally, I think this could benefit Sunny's characterization - the photo album's captions could be used to characterize Sunny instead, and the detail of Basil being outside the frame since he's the one taking the photos would make more sense for Sunny because the game (off-handedly) mentions he's "a bit camera-shy". I imagine that he wouldn't want to be featured on his photos both because he doesn't consider himself important enough and because he wouldn't want to be reminded of his appearance :) Maybe that would also recontextualize his eternal resting bitch face in the few photos he is on as him being geniunely uncomfortable as opposed to just "not liking to smile"

I guess the photo album itself could be more of a group project the whole group is involved in, since y'know, they're friends and all that. Of course, most of the captions would be written by Sunny himself, but there could be a few captions here and there from Kel, Hero, or - better yet - Mari. Girl needs some semblance of a personality lmao

Speaking of Mari, her hobby could stem from the flower arrangement classes she and her mother were apparently taking. Maybe she'd take it up along with softball to keep herself busy or something. I just think that a scene of Mari telling Sunny about the symbolism of the flowers she recently grew could be pretty cute lol. I'm not made of stone :P

...huh, now that I'm thinking about it, Aubrey taking the photo album away could be the catalyst for Sunny becoming a hikikomori. He still continues to attend school after Mari kills herself as a way to get out of the house he simply can't bear to stay in anymore and despite his deteriorating mental state. Then one day, Aubrey begs him to let her study at his house, he reluctantly agrees, she finds the ruined photo album and angrily confronts him over it instead of stealing it on the spot (in this case, her argument that the album is important to all of the friend group would hold a bit more water since it was, after all, a group project). Being reminded about the photo album proves to be the last straw for Sunny, however, and so his anger issues come into play without causing him to kill someone in a fit of rage as he blows up at her for going through his things behind his back to look at the album without his permission. And that's when Aubrey decides she had enough and escapes with the album in tow. I imagine her crush essentially telling her to fuck off on top of seeing the ruined photos would hurt her twice as hard, and it'd give her a considerably more solid reason to hate Sunny's guts four years later.

Sunny, horrified by his behavior (and totally not reminded of the big argument Mari killed herself after, ofc :)) decides to shut himself off from the outside world for good. Can't hurt anyone ever again if you remove yourself out of their lives altogether and all that. Oh, and by the way, isn't it funny how there's another character who directed a furious outburst at someone they cared about?

[helluva-simper]

Allo, got a husk angst request for ya. Can you do Husk x Reader comfort while reader is on their period?

I am so so so so sorry that this too so long to make. I swear to God writer's block is going to be the end of me. Most likely going to make a remake of this due to the fact this was just one of my late night urges so yeah. Hope you enjoy what I got. 😉

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      You were sleeping peacefully in the arms of your boyfriend. His arms embracing you as his soft and comforting fur soothed you through the night. 

       You were rudely awakened by the sudden pain from your stomach. It was an annoying, constant pain making you squirm. You heard a groan making you look up. “Sorry…” You said, your expression was guilty but it also was painful. Did you eat something bad? 

       “Huh? Wha- oh… you're fine. We were gonna get up at some point anyway.” Husk says blinking slowly waking up. Ugh, it felt like something was trying to slowly kill you from the inside out. You allow your head to fall into his shoulder, nuzzling into it as you let out a whine. 

       Husk smiles softly, chuckling, raising a hand to ruffle your hair a bit. “I said it was fine.” I shake your head still buried into his shoulder. You speak into his fur, it comes out as a muffled speech. “You're gonna have to lift your head if you want me to know whatever the fuck you just said.” He said bluntly.

        You lift your head up with a frown. “My stomach hurts.” You whine throwing your head back down. Unfortunately before you could Husk sat up making you instantly sit up as well. “If it hurts that bad I could go make you something.” Husk said a hint of confusion and worry in his tone. 

         Any pain you felt when you were alive you solved with some Tylenol. Headache? Tylenol. Back pains? Tylenol. The list went on and on. But the only thing that was here in Hell was drugs. Literal vending machines full of them!

       You shake your head. “It just hurts. I don't remember eating anything bad. I think Alastor has more style than poisoning someone.” You say chuckling at the end. “Well, maybe you're hungry?” Husk suggests. You don't think that's the problem but you just nod anyway. You move the covers off of you and move back and that's when you noticed it. A huge red stain on you and Husk's clothes. 

         Your eyes widen in surprise. How was I bleeding?! Did you get hurt?! Was I… wait… shit. You groan dramatically falling backwards. “What h- holy shit. Why the hell you bleeding?!” Husk asks getting up ready to go play doctor  get the medical supplies. “No, no. Sit your ass back down. It's just- UGH!” You look up at the sky thinking, “Why does the universe hate me?” You thought that when you went to Hell these stupid monthly occurrences would go but the universe loves to just prove you wrong, doesn't it? “It's just a girl thing. Just bleeding out of vagina. Just get me an ice pack.” You say dryly. This really bummed your mood. You just wanted to snuggle into your lovely boyfriend's arms all day noooooo. You just HAD to have your period today. And on him too. Oi!

        Husk was sitting there looking dumbfounded. Probably thinking, “how the absolute hell was bleeding out of your crotch a 'normal’ thing?!” It looked like he was forcing himself to keep his mouth close.He blinked a few times, getting back to reality. “We should probably change first. Then when I'm changed I'll get it for you. Anything else?” You shake your head. You get up from the bed noticing the red stain on the bed. Great. Another thing to change. You flip off the bed gaining a soft laugh from Husk. “How about we worry about the bed later. I'll clean it up. Okay? Okay.” He said leaving no room for arguing. You nod moving a bit to allow Husk off the bed. 

        You remove your pajama shorts and underwear feeling Husk's piercing gaze. You give a smug look letting him know you know he was looking. You walk over to the bathroom, grabbing some toilet paper to clean yourself. 

         “So, you just put on that whole show just to tease me?” Husk asks, throwing you another pair of clothes. You caught them putting them on. “Who, me? I would never do such a thing.” You say innocently when you were finally in clean clothing. Husk grabbed you and gave you a noogie saying, “Come're ya lil shit.”

        Laughing, you pushed him away fixing your hair. “Bitch.” You spat with a smile. You jokingly bump into him on your way out the bathroom.  

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         You were sitting in the lobby with Husk holding a ice pack to your stomach, his head resting on your shoulder as you scrolled through the internet. Surprisingly you were early enough to see Alastor leaving as you two made it into the room, but left before allowing you to say goodbye. 

         “Thanks.” You say softly before Husk lays a soft kiss on your neck. “No problem. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you.” He said, the last part being in a singy song voice.

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Husk is not a character I write often so I hope this was to your liking. Night!

[captainjacklyn]

Hey, yo, you probably saw me on one of your posts. I was wondering if you could do the arcana twilight characters reacting to reader training Precious to destroy sisuris's balls l, I'm so sorry for this post, but I had to. You could skip if you want to. Also, sorry for misspelling sisuris name.

HAHAHAHAGHDJWEH- no worries my friend, there is absolutely no harm done on your part, I'm glad you enjoy that crack shit post and I hope you enjoy reading this one as much as I enjoyed writing it.

character(s) : spica, alpheratz, arcturus, pollux, vega

warning(s) : someone's balls being obliterated, a feral ferret and a vengeful summoner that just wants to see blood.

Spica

Speechless and just straight up lost, man is just looking at us for a good minute before continuing to walk down the aisle like nothing happened.

for reference his face looked like this :

He says nothing, he's just confused and tells himself that he needs coffee thinking he's hallucinating due to all the work he has to do.

don't even bother explaining, Spica will pass out and Precious is going to take that opportunity to destroy.

"Wrong target Precious I'm not letting you hurt rapunzel."

"AHDJEREJHR !"

Alpheratz

Hype man right here, he's literally helping you coach that killing machine to end Sirius.

Precious actually stops trying to rip his wig off and is now accepting him as a friend, sort of.

I love this trio ! A batshit crazy animal, their batshit insane owner and the owner's boyfriend who hates the same person they hate.

Once precious is released into the city to found that sexy gun man, it's over for him.

It crawls it's way through the streets, hissing at anything in it's way until it finds the legs of the enemy..and CRUNCH GOES THE BALLS OF THE ASSHOLE-

*screams in agony*

Arcturus

[Name] I don't think you have to- "HAJSKFBEFUEKR-"

Precious held on to his leg for a week, it didn't wanna let go for even a minute. Had to constantly keep this ginger man in a hospital because the moment he got out he would bleed extensively.

Once it got off of him, you just continued to train your unhinged creature.

Precious is really going balls out for the game I'll tell ya that, we're not just speaking about the nutcracker here we're talking about the sacrifice of future generations as well.

This poor dude is just standing on the sidelines like : you don't have to do this but I still support you because that's really all I can do...

Pollux

Oh he means business.

We got another coach right here- bro is going to ANNIHILATE sirius and whatever is left.

Although he keeps wincing whenever it actually happens, I mean they're both guys he knows just how painful it can get.

It's really terrifying to be honest just witnessing something that violent.

I mean who would expect this :

to act like THIS :

That's pollux trying to hold it, Precious is completely calm and rational with it's beloved owner.

Vega

._.

wut ?

like Spica, he will stand there, but not like Spica, he will remain standing there for a very long time.

Even Precious stops bitting the plastic toy that now looks like it's been shredded, even you stop encouraging your cute psychopath of a beast.

why are you giving it more attention ? HIIIIIISSSSSSSS-

He doesn't give a shit, we all know just how much of a simp he gets when it comes to you.

I love how I skipped the part where Precious tried to lunge at him and remove his eyeballs from his eye sockets.

You luckily managed to avoid that, but now you got an animal and a touch-starved white boy clinging onto you for dear life.

Vega I need to proceed with my ferret's training so could you please ? no. ...You're lucky you're just as adorable as my electric saw. BFUKETGEHTK$#$ PRECIOUS STOP SWEARING-

Have a good day I hope you liked it.

[spotsupstuff]

hi

you've mentioned that sparrows would have reincarnated as a slugcat?

would you mind elaborating on that?

also would they have met caper again after becoming all scuggy?

heehee

hoohoo hee :)c of course i'll elaborate! it is Her ✨ Fish's little best animal friend

wonderfully enough, Sparrows and the Tinkerer were developed completely removed from each other in my head, so Tinkerer still feels like a rather separate character from Sparrows even though they somehow wound up havin a lot of similiarities. exactly how the reincarnation stuff should feel like

the Tinkerer is Sparrows! and no character in-universe will ever find out. it isn't important. nobody but Tinkerer is affected by this, and Tinktink doesn't really have the means to speak about it. but for us behind the screens that know about this it will make Tinktink's interactions with the world just a lil bit more juicy

you've sent this at a good time, too! the day ur question came in i was actually pondering how to somehow make use of this reincarnation fact and not just let it float about as a lil bonus for the people that would know about this lil tiny ultimately unimportant connection

so, the idea: as we (probably) all know, Euros is going to end up developing the Rot. this is distressing for a large amount of reasons, but the main point rn is that Euros is also a secret archive of folklore of the lower circles in the Eo group, plus maybe even a little bit over the range's borders to the east (after all, there's two more groups right next door to him n he's a phone operator chief). Euros is going to die a slow painful death and he won't be able to care for or save his collection of knowledge, which somehow manages to hurt him more than the reality of his impending doom

maybe not so surprising, considering that in his archive are the stories, the history, the spirit of his late lover's home- a place he clung to for as long as he could, the one he spent the most time in with his overseers, the one that held people he constantly wished could be his citizens instead of the vile and fake *things* soiling the streets of Ales

so one day after the Fish has properly reconnected to the Eo group, is caught up on current events and trying his *damnest* to revive Mission Self-preservation even though it is guaranteed to be useless, Euros mentions the nightmare that he's living through

"I'm a dead man walking, carrying precious treasures of people that were never heard crying out. I've held them close and safely within myself for over two thousand years. And now, when I'm fated to rot through and splatter on the ground, I fear all this time will be for nought. That I will kill what I've been protecting for so long."

"Even if nobody ever reads these- learns of them, hears them out from above their graves- I can't bear the thought of losing them."

and well Fish DOES have a lot of beef with Euros, but at this point this bitterness is starting to give away to desperation and horror of the terrible torment waiting for them in the future. he might be stubbornly still trying with the Mission, but he would go against what makes him himself if he didn't acknowledge that they are all damned for good no matter what he tries. so he gives in to the pity and hails Tinkerer to his chamber

he explains to her what he needs her to do and tells Euros about the plan. Tinktink has to travel all of this distance

to get to Euros (basically walk through the whole Europe), but dammit, she helped one Iterator that became her closest friend, she will help another one (a different Gen 2 that she loved and dedicated her whole life to in a different life)

Fish sends her on her way with a hug and a plead to keep herself safe

it takes her over a month to get there even with the help of vehicles like the barely working trains and a remshackle sky-sail that Fish guided her through fixing in their free time together. when she gets on top of Euros' structure, the dejavus start to hit. she visits the Mechanics' home, her feet carrying her to the bedroom as if it was just another end of the workshift. she looks in the cupboards she- opened millions of times- never even touched. she walks outside and then down the path to the entrance into the Iterator she's- taken countless times- never set a foot on

she saw these halls so many times she can pin point where every screw is- she's never been here, she can't understand these giant beings, they are too complex for her animal brain. that specific rhythm of beeps and pumps and water rushing through metal veins has haunted- comforted- her in many of her dreams. the Tinkerer makes it to the chamber almost like on an auto-pilot

when she enters the chamber, the slugcat finds itself disappointed, scared, confused- this isn't what this place is supposed to look like (but how does she know what it is supposed to look like-?), this isn't how she left it (this is the first time she stands here, what are these thoughts). it's supposed to be brighter. warmer. why is the puppet's plating and skin damaged by time, where is it its vibrancy, why are its eyes so tired? there are panels missing from the walls ("it's got to be the results of that Fever i once made a proj- i can fix thi-! what?"), glowing artificial bronze robins fly about or sleeping on his shoulders, tiny Rot cysts pulsate from the cracks in the umbilical arm. where has the firebird in that halo gone off to?

Euros greets her joyfully ("oh what are you trying to play at, you goof. i've known you for so long, i can tell when something's wrong. what's hurting? why are you tired? i'll get you back into shape, doncha worry love.")

"Ah, you made it! Welcome to my chamber, adroit little thing."

"Please. Your journey was a long one. I hold no doubt a very dangerous one, too. I won't march you into the job immediately. Rest up."

Tinkerer thinks he's strange. but her legs are indeed hurting, the bag strapped to her is heavy. she curls up in the corner of the room and tries to get some shut eye. she almost falls asleep when Euros starts mumbling under his breath, shooting nervous glances towards the birds. five fingered hands tremble so badly the joints rattle like a child's toy. he's scary, when his shoulders hunch up like that and those tired eyes turn frantic. but it hurts so much to see him like that for some reason, more so than it is scary. so against the better judgement of a survivor, she softly coos at him

the puppet's head snaps to her, gaze cold. the mumbles increase in volume, allowing her to understand

"...I'll tell you what. I have another mission for you, little messenger. But it has to stay a secret between the two of us. Nobody would approve, especially not the one you belong to now."

something whispers that the puppet closing in is supposed to be a comfort. the larger part of the Tinkerer instead finds itself wishing to run away

"Are you aware of the Memory Crypts that lie beneath all of us City Bearers?"

cautious nod, back pressed against the wall

"Good."

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for "ghosting*" my friend?

I (27f) have known this one online friend of mine (27m) for over 15 years, give or take. When we met we quickly became fast friends and we only grew closer from there. About 11 years ago I lost contact with them due to something happening to the site we met and talked on. We had no other means of communication and finding an alternative site wasn't something either of us thought about. I always thought about him and hoped he was doing okay.

Fast forward to about 4 years ago when I got a message from someone saying it was him. We started talking again and it was like we never lost contact. In fact, we were even closer than before. He started referring to me as his family/sister.

We talked about how, out of all the friends we made on that site, we were the only two still in contact. It was something we bonded over. We talked about how both of our life situations make it difficult to find and keep friends and how we were both grateful to have each other in our lives again. It was something we bonded over. I came out as aroace and talked about how I feared people around me leaving me behind once they got into a relationship because I wasn't as important to them anymore. He was one of the first people I came out to and was accepted by. Even though he wasn't aroace and was in a relationship, he said he somewhat understood what it was like to be abandoned in a situation like that. It was something we bonded over.

We never met in person but we had plans to. We always talked about it. We were close. We were each other's best friends, so I thought.

Imagine my surprise when I got a message from him out of the blue a few months ago saying that he was sorry but that he was going to have to start dedicating more time to his partner/SO because his abusive and toxic partner/SO** (his own words and description of partner/SO - not mine) was becoming increasingly more abusive/toxic*** and that he wouldn't be able to respond much anymore and to not feel bad because he was having to do this to other people too, not just me.

I'm not in a relationship, I'll never be in a relationship, therefore I don't know what it's like to be in one. I'll never know what that kind of romantic bond is like. Maybe it's normal to choose a partner/SO over a friend?

But I do know that it hurt reading that message. Still hurts. At the time I couldn't really think clearly so I cried for a bit then left then one last message on Discord about how I was sorry things turned out this way and that I wished things would have been different. How I wished both of our home situations were different - better - but that I couldn't do it anymore. I wished him the best and then removed him off my friend list and left the conversation before he could respond. I don't know if he ever saw it or not. He did try to add me back a few days after that but I declined it and haven't seen him send me another one or contact me on another site since.

I eventually got over it and only now started thinking about it again because I happened to go on another site that I haven't been on in years and saw a message from before we got in contact again about how much he missed me.

A part of me wants to try and reach out again because I feel bad for never giving them a chance to respond to my last message but the other part knows I'll probably just end up getting hurt again.

(*I'm not sure if I'm using this term properly?)

(**I feel like it's not my place to disclose this but I also feel as if it wasn't for that we'd still be friends? Or maybe I'm just delusional.)

(***I wasn't friends with partner/SO and I doubt partner/SO even knows I existed since I was only ever an online friend so I don't think having friends was the cause of partner/SO getting worse. I can only speculate though because I didn't know the full situation. I tried to tell friend to leave multiple times if it truly was as bad as he claimed but he said he was fine. There was nothing I could do to help beyond that unfortunately.)

What are these acronyms?

[distortedblurs]

FOR:   everyone! ( @langstonstarters ). DETAILS:   rabbithole, outside. late evening, early morning.

there's  a  permanence  to  the  darkness  that  lingers  outside  of  rabbithole's  side  entrance,  in  the  alleyway  that  parts  story  -  high  and  century  -  old  buildings  like  nothing  more  but  salt  water.  like  it's  impenetrable,  tangible  -  like  laszlo  could  reach  out  and  wring  the  neck  of  his  own  shadow,  feel  his  own  flesh  beneath  it.  it's  silent,  in  the  way  it  always  is  nearby  the  bar;  at  least  on  a  week  day  like  this,  on  an  evening  like  this.  he  can't  hear  the  cars  passing  nearby,  feel  the  light  of  the  nearest  lamppost;  but  he  can  feel  the  heavy  beating  of  his  heart  that  thumps  one  -  two  out  of  place,  the  heaving  of  his  own  chest  -  the  adrenaline  that  still  lingers.  thirty  minutes  prior;  laszlo  felt  like  a  god  amongst  men  beneath  the  boot  of  a  bouncer  too  tired  and  too  old  to  deal  with  the  prodigy's  self  -  proclaimed  immortality.  he  can  still  hear  his  own  laughter,  bright  and  wild  and  desperate  beneath  the  ringing  in  his  ears  -  and  if  he  closes  his  dizzy  eyes,  he's  still  inside  the  bar;  recent  memories  playing  back  at  him.  inside  rabbithole  -  laszlo's  skin  is  unmarked,  unharmed;  chest  pressed  against  another's,  gaze  daring  in  the  way  they  always  are.  outside,  now,  in  the  darkness  of  an  alleyway  abandoned  more  -  or  -  less  for  the  evening;  he  can  barely  make  out  the  dried  blood  smeared  over  stone  knuckles,  clumsily  collected  in  the  cotton  threads  of  his  purposefully  white  shirt,  sleeves  pushed  high  above  elbows.  his  teeth  feel  loose  inside  his  mouth,  a  familiar  ache  to  the  jaw;  blood  crusting  beneath  a  nose  that's  always  laid  crooked.

outside,  now,  in  the  darkness  of  an  alleyway  -  laszlo  still  feels  an  inch  of  self  -  proclaimed  immortality.  it's  just  beginning  to  hurt,  is  all.  legs  splayed  out  beneath  cobblestone,  cool  back  against  an  even  cooler  beige  wall,  one  last  beer  smuggled  out  in  the  madness  of  his  abrupt  removal  from  the  speakeasy  -  there's  worst  ways  for  laszlo  to  spend  his  night.  there's  also  better  ways  -  a  grin  re  -  splitting  his  lip  as  rabbithole's  door  opens,  and  a  patron  steps  out  into  the  dark,  impenetrable  night.  not  his  shadow,  perhaps  -  but  something  better.  someone  better.

"they're  not  sending  the  cavalry  out  for  me,  are  they?"  a  broken,  hoarse  voice  -  eerily  delighted,  "looking  like  a  fucking  -  pretty  shit  knight,  if  you're  asking  me."  a  balled  fist,  aching  in  joints  and  muscle,  beats  at  his  chest  like  armor  lays  over  it.  a  wet  cough  follows,  then  another  laugh.  "told  them  it's  just  a  flesh  wound.  other  guy  looks  worse."  the  other  guy  looks  considerably  better;  still  inside  rabbithole  -  only  minus  a  guitar,  now  halved  and  splintered.  the  neck  of  it  lays  besides  laszlo,  and  he  picks  it  up  like  a  hunter's  trophy,  involuntarily  winces  as  he  presents  it  to  the  figure  now  stood  outside  alongside  him.  "fuck,"  it's  breathy,  with  laughter  or  worse  -  probably  worse  -  but  laszlo  grins  with  a  row  of  bloodied  teeth  anyways,  "help  a  man  up,  won't  you?  a  good  deed  a  day  keeps  the  fucking  -  doctor  away,  so  i  heard.  don't  need  one  -  just  need  to  fucking  -  get  back  to  my  bike,  is  all.  then  i'll  be  all  peaches. make it worth your while."

[samuelroukin]

chuck in a safehouse after a mission

ray: your wrist might be sprained. base medics need to double check, but you should try to minimize using it for at least the next week. you definitely shouldn't use it for at least two days. here's a quick splint to wear when you can, and it'll help if I can get you off instead of you doing it by yourself.

chuck: …are you trying to convince me to piss in your mouth again?

ray: you don't want your wrist to get worse. sex would be a bonus.

soap, during a mission

ray: you probably dislocated your shoulder when shoving open the door. I'll put it back in on three… three

soap: *I'm too lazy to insert cursing but based on personal experience it hurts*

ray: you're good for now, but given how we can't stop working it might not heal for another 12 weeks so be gentle and try not to hold or carry too much shit. it'll feel strange for the first week or so and if it hurts to get off, I can give you a hand or blow you

soap: you don't mean right now, right?

ray: fuck no we have to clear the rest of the building, meet up with the others, and head to exfil. as much as I'd like to hold your dick, we are actively working and have shit to do.

soap: so following your medical advice, you'll hold my extra ammo? (sidenote: gear is heavy, bare minimum is around 68-70 pounds aka 31-32 kg and that's when not on a mission)

ray: you wish. you clear the rooms, I'll watch your back and back you up. if you do some squats, I'll take care of you however you want before we RV with the others.

ghost stumbled getting out of his overwatch position

ray: sir, the safehouse is cleared. no one has any injuries, but if I may sir, your walking looks a bit off. permission to look over your ankle?

ghost: permission granted.

ray: thank you sir. I think you may have twisted your ankle sir. unfortunately I can't wrap it while we're wearing boots, so as your medic I'd like to advise you to keep wearing boots to make sure your ankle doesn't move around.

ghost: anything else?

ray: if I may sir, I recommend sergeant mactavish joins you in your room to assist you in removing your gear. it may hurt to take your boots and the rest of your gear off on your own tonight, and walking from his room to yours would be a bad idea, medically speaking.

ghost: are you insinuating something about me and johnny?

ray: uh no sir absolutely not sir. I've seen you trust sergeant mactavish with some medical assistance in the past, and think he'd be up for it again sir.

ghost: oh I know he'll be up for something. dismissed.

yes ghost enjoyed making ray squirm, but he also gave ghost a medical reason to have soap in his room at night for the foreseeable future. ray planned out the entire conversation so he wouldn't get his shit rocked right then & there

kjgjhgdjhsgjht i mean ray would not hesitate bc he's a dumbass but it's still funny picturing him trying to be evasive and hamming it up with all the "sir"s, very good at pretending he's a professional that guy