#it scratches that specific spot in your brain thats like

[maggyoutthere]

Welcome to this episode of maggy has too much fun making aesthetic moodboards

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[mbat]

i literally read the book of bill days ago but its only now kinda hitting me how fucked ford and bills whole thing was though cause ford literally talks about being so unable to sleep (to try to keep bill away), and when sleep inevitably caught up to him, he would wake up to his body abused and things messed with and he just couldnt seem to find an escape (and he literally didnt get to truly escape until 30 years later)

(also keeping people awake for unhealthily long periods of time is another tactic used to mess with and control people because of how it impairs brain function)

listing off the things we see in those few pages in the book of bill:

i mean, punching and scratching at a steel door for hours would be so damaging to your hands and probably hurt like hell for at least 2 days after. then bill says he was hitting fords head against a wall, though its said in a post-it as if its a joke, but he also isnt exactly above doing that, and honestly he says most things like its a joke.

i also dont need to say 'bill really doesnt know how to take no for an answer' because he makes that very clear in literally any interaction we see with him.

bill literally puts a venomous snake near ford while fords asleep, which could have killed him if he wasnt lucky+skilled enough to deal with it.

he nearly gives ford hypothermia, and in the same action actively threatens ford with the idea of making him jump off of a high spot, and like ford says, doesnt do it just so he can send a message to ford about how hes the one in control.

he gets ford in trouble with not only the law, but also with other people that are probably not very happy with him after. he mutilates fords body in several ways, and i dont think i need to go into detail on them because theyre... so ew. and he even exposes part of fords body to the world. like, its just taking his shirt off, but thats still showing off his body in a way that he didnt agree to or want

and then he attempts to (or purposefully fails to) call stan, using fords voice to threaten suicide and tell stan that ford never loved him.

and he punctuates it with a final power move, in a hallucination that he creates, hes messing with stans memories and making him feel like his body was basically about to implode

and like. okay, we all joke about toxic old man yaoi, and its a good joke and toxic old man yaoi is great and its an interesting ship, but holy fuck.

like. to say the absolute least, that had to be so, so deeply violating. its no wonder that when we see ford in the past, when he finally contacts stan, he looks like hes on the verge of shattering into a million pieces. he just went through, and still wasnt yet out of, some deeply abusive shit.

like... everything coming out lately both in this book and what ive heard is on the website, mixed with what we already knew from the show itself... the stans are both so, so fucking tragic dude. their whole lives were thrown away over things that really didnt even need to be the way they were, and then they both get into situations that are pretty damn screwed, and those situations follow them for the rest of their lives. its basically a miracle that things worked out in the end for them.

i dont really have a point, i just had to talk about all that. i read almost all of the book of bill in one sitting, and while i was really enjoying it, i was also getting kind of tired of sitting in one spot only doing this one thing for several hours straight. i still felt a lot of the emotional bits of it of course, but man this part specifically just really didnt hit me until now.

i mean, to say the absolute least, i know what its like to feel violated in a similar way, though not anywhere near to the extent of what he went through at all. someone get that man some therapy got damn

[fruitybashir]

hey hello 👋🏻 i'm sorry im very shy but i'm a huge fan of the holidate and dopamin (closer) was so fantastic and super hot and i was blushing the entire way through, i've reread it maybe five times by now, i'm sorry if that's weird 🫣

if you don't mind me asking, i'm curious about something? in the holidate and in dopamin, there's obvious hints at some of their kinks or preferences in bed (hair pulling, praise....) and i'm just wondering......can you say more about what kinks they're both into? what you envisioned for them? is there more we don't know about yet? i'm a bit embarassed to ask but i'm so curious

either way, i'm a big fan and i can't wait to see what you post next and have a nice day/night bye bye 💌💕

omg hiiiii <3333 dont be embarassed omg i loveeee when people tell me they reread my stuff, thats how i know it actually was good!!! 🫶🏻💖💖💖

and sure i can talk about it! its nothing super exciting tbh but i do have a certain set of kinks/preferences/likes whatever you wanna call it for each of them, im gonna put it under the cut as per usual in case it gets long.

edit yeah this is getting super long. sorry. dont ask me to yap, i will not stop.

starting with kris:

the very obvious: hair pulling. i think that was made pretty clear lmao. in a non-sexual context he looooves having his hair played with, someone just running their fingers through his hair, lightly scratching at the scalp, playing with a strand or two, anything at all gives him very pleasant tingles and practically makes him putty in your hands. find that spot behind his ear like bojan did and his brain shuts off, you have now successfully tamed your kris, congrats.

in a sexual context that translates to him loving having his hair pulled, its a combination of him liking having his hair played with + liking a certain level of pain. and the combo of that really gets him off. obviously.

pain for kris is like. hes into some level of pain, like the hair pulling and he also likes biting sometimes. in dopamin thats bojan biting his butt, but i imagine sometimes when bojan takes his time exploring kris' body, he takes a bite here or there, kris' neck, the sides of his stomach, the inside of his thighs .. stuff like that and kris is also really into it then.

hes not into any bigger levels of pain other than that like he wouldnt like stuff like spanking etc although thats a combination of not liking that type of pain and not liking being in a submissive position

next point: he doesnt like being submissive. its both just a preference thing plus not liking loss of control. he loves being the one to order the other part around and be the one to kiiind of have the upper hand. im saying that a bit vaguely bc he also isnt really a dom, he wouldnt like a very strong dominant role, he just likes calling the shots and being in control of the situation. idk how to put it. ill come back to this later

hes freshly discovering that hes into feminization, as you can probably tell from that last upload lmao, and he likes it both in a non-sexual and in a sexual context. he likes feminine words of affection, being called pretty, likes thinking about how in certain perspectives and moments people might mistake him for a girl, and he could have shopped online for lingerie thats specifically made for men, and buy panties that actually had some space in the front, but he deliberately chose not to do that, he wanted it to be girls underwear. that was important.

holidate kris is definitely not fully cis, but also not really trans either i think, idk what to call it but yeah. he might be a little trans, hes having some thoughts and feelings and maybe ill let him explore that properly one day but basically he doesnt really know what to make of it yet or how to categorise it, but he knows he likes himself exactly the way he is and doesnt want to change anything. he also likes getting called girl-ish things and thinking about how people might mistake him for a girl sometimes. idk

other preferences uhhh he really likes sucking dick lmao, like he genuinely enjoys going down on bojan and it gets him all worked up as well. he just figured out he loves getting eaten out. he doesnt like bottoming and he also doesnt like getting fingered all that much. and the thing with that is that he likes having things in his ass, but he doesnt like the uhhh motion of it? having a dick in his ass is fine, having that dick thrust into him is a big no no. the lucky thing with bojan is that he has really short fingers so when hes fingering kris, hes focussing on kris's prostate and doesnt move around all that much so that is still something kris enjoys. on occasion. he also generally doesnt like coming more than once, bc he tends to be very sensitive after his first orgasm and the second one is often very overhelming and too much

moving on to bojan:

also fairly obvious: likes being manhandled, likes being told what to do, big on getting praised. he also loves servicing and making kris feel good, it genuinely gets him off when he can just worship kris a little.

bojan loves both receiving and giving oral but he really loves bottoming and coming on kris' fingers. he loves getting a little overstimulated like getting teased for a long time before getting any proper attention so by the time kris finally goes down on him or fucks him, bojan is already shaking with it and desperate. or in the way like in dopamin, literally not being able to fully calm down in between orgasms and still being super sensitive from the first one.

i think the praise thing is pretty self explanatory, he really loves getting praised for doing a good job when he follows kris' instructions, loves being called a good boy, loves when kris keeps telling him how good hes being in general, its a major thing for him

he loves getting fucked classic missionary or riding kris, they tried doggy once but he didnt like not being able to see kris and touch him. he loves watching kris' face when he comes and also before that, he just loves fucking face to face.

also he would love for kris to make real on his promise of fucking his tits, neither of them knows how that would work but bojan is heavily into the idea of it

as for both of them:

ive said it in dms earlier but basically like. theyre both still kind of vanilla with their kinks? like there is a dom/sub dynamic there but its a very mild one kinda.

like how in dopamin kris tells bojan hes gonna make him come on his fingers and then give him no break after, but later he still does give him a break and checks with bojan if hes still okay with it, if its too much etc. or how he keeps telling bojan to use his words, but always forgives him when bojan cant use his words or is too embarrassed to say what kris wants him to say. like theres never any real consequences.

and thats the thing with them: they are so in tune with each other and have a level of trust for each other that they never had with previous partners. bojan likes being bossed around but he wouldnt like if anyone was actually mean to him, hes not into humiliation or being actually punished for something.

kris knows when he says it that its all empty threats and he would never give bojan any real consequences, and bojan knows this as well, but he would also never intentionally misbehave bc he likes following commands.

they work so well together like that bc theyre both fully aware of what they and the other wants out of it, they know the others wishes and boundaries and limits etc, like there is just a level of trust and understanding between them like no other.

also theyre super in love. did i mention that. does that come across. thats not a kink thing but theyre just super mega in love and thats so important to me.

uhhhh i think thats basically all there is to them kink wise ✌🏼 sorry this got so long, oopsie

[cinnamon-bunni]

hm... 4, 7, 11, 12, 17, 21, 22, 24! happy new year, bunni!

4. Total number of words you wrote this year That's hard to find tbh....I didn't end up posting a lot of fics, so i dont only have to just check my statistics on ao3, but all of my possible fics ive written this year in my wip docs as well. the total i got was 58,171 words (~35k of it being WIPs and not posted)! so definitely not as much as i wrote last year which was (i think over 100k), and also not including all of my notes ive written. i did not do a lot of writing this year, so hopefully next year i'll wrap up all of my big fics and post them all <3

7. longest completed fic you wrote this year Again, i did not write a lot this year, much less finish them lmao. if you were to ask about uncompleted fics, we would have a different story--but alas, the longest completed one was Once More, With Needles, sitting at 4,414 words!

11. fandom you enjoyed writing for the most this year hm....obey me, I suppose. its hard to say really, but enjoyment from writing specifically, i'd have to give it to obey me. what can i say, the cast is just really fun to write (even when levi is impossible to write, like what the hell man i have rewritten your part in my undead fic like 3 separate times and am continuing fixing it, like what the hell man i trusted you and then you dont behave for me). like this year specifically i realized how much i love each and every character--those like lucifer reminded me as to why i love the game and the characters, and people like mephisto and raphael randomly won a spot in my heart. theyre all just so so fun to write <333

12. favorite character to write about this year lucifer!!! even though i only have like, one fic that features him thats out and finished lmao; hes such an interesting and complex character, yet is one whose mind i can easily slip into when i need to write when its his pov. idk, sometimes i find myself struggling to write characters like levi or even asmo sometimes--mainly from my own failures to pay attention to their canon interpretations and making them not out-of-character--but lucifer is surprisingly one i can always rely on to be easy and fun to write!! he is angst galore and so emotionally constipated, hes great <3

17. fics you’ll continue next year Heart Melts for sure!! i originally wanted ch3 to be out before the new year, but ive been drafting and redrafting all of my future chapters (i am trying my best to make it a psychological horror in order to match the tag that i put on the fic, but idk if its going to live up to the hype that people have for this fic ^^;;) so i sadly didnt get time to finish it. maybe by the end of January ill have it out--heres to hoping its done by then! and maybe i might continue Dirty? I didn't even update it this year lol--its def one i dont wanna leave discontinued, as i have all of the chapters planned out, but i just have many other projects that i wanna focus on and also i really wanna rewrite it, so ive been debating doing that first or just to finish then rewrite it. in a perfect world, i'll update that one too lol

21. most memorable comment/review I have two that come to mind!!! in all honesty all comments make me sooo happy, but these ones specifically is just,,,idk man, they just hit a certain way that itches that scratch in my brain that needs validation lmao i love rereading these all the time <3 theres these comments for Messy Makeup:

(make me go insane from them saying i wrote multiple fics that were their favorites <33) and of course there's this banger of a comment from @/snugglebunnies!!! idk if youre reading this but thank you thank you thank you for inspiring me so much with your fics!!! i love them so much, and this comment was just incredible! from the fic Heart Melts:

(love when people leave quotes, no matter how long or short!!!! such deep analysis is what i live for!!!!) and of course, sending out so much love to everyone who leaves a comment on any of my fics, no matter how big or small they are <333

22. events you participated in this year i didnt participate in any events this year! i tend not to do events tbh, theyre not really my style, as i dont do well with due dates unless i have months in advance lol;; usually i might do one, maybe two, events a year, but those are usually simple gift exchanges or something. nothing caught my eye this year, and ones that did i just didnt have the time to do, sadly. but! i do plan on doing the sonic big bang next year, which will be my first ever "bigger" event ive been in! exciting, but also really nervewracking as ive never posted sonic content and idk how well i'll do staying on schedule. but its still something i really wanna do (have a great fic planned for it!) so i still wanna give it a shot and do my best on it lol

24. favorite fic you read this year from this year is really hard to say--i think all of my favorite fics were found last year lmao so its a struggle to think of one. @heleentje's BOTW fic Moonlight has been a fantastic read (even though i havent finished it yet;;; i promise will soon!!) and just hits all of the right notes for me!! The batman fic Performance Piece is also definitely up there for me, as it captures so well what i want in my own writing when it comes to writing characters, especially when it comes to inner-dialogue (i might just go back and reread that one again lmao)

as of posting, i have about twenty minutes left before the new year. so happy early 2024!! 🥳🎉💝

[honeykpop]

Shinee for the ask game! And feel free to include your favorite solo song for each member too 💚

going right for the hard one i like your style I'm indecisive on the best days so buckle up but OKAYYY group order goes 1. Taemin literally above all else Shinee and beyond, my ult of ults 💙 I feel like I see a lot of people with multiple ult groups and multiple ult biases but my brain has latched on to precisely two groups/idols and thats IT Taemin has cornered the market pretty much - trying to pick a favorite solo song might kill me but aside from all the rightfully popular bangers I really like Impressionable and Black Rose but I have a mega soft spot for Think of You and Pansy always makes me weep!! I literally kept Pansy off my playlist of fave Shinee solo songs because the risk of it coming up at inconvenient times and taking me out is too much 2. Onew - Dice chorus does things to my brain it just feels so big and open and bursting like a firework but less violent if that makes sense??? but Sunshine is my girl <3 3. Key - Am I allowed to say all of Gasoline??? If not can I say Gasoline, Bound, and Villain????? Gasoline makes me feel like I could do literally anything I am in charge when Gasoline is playing 4. Jonghyun - Deja-Boo and Aurora my beloved....Deja-Boo probably sounds like a cop out answer but I do love it so much 5. Minho (this pain me I'm so sorry Minho Man) - Out of the songs from Chase I really like Prove it (especially the like proOoOOove iiit in the back) but I'm STILL riding hard for I'm Home I cannot move on from it

As for song I'm currently running into the ground Married To The Music is one of my favorite Shinee albums and MTTM is MY Shinee song (along with Replay bc it makes me sappy) but also I've been thinking about how Black Hole and Trigger are so good. Trigger just scratches an itch in my brain specifically "얼어붙은 심장과 손끝에 걸린 trigger" something about it just HITS oof thank u for the ask i love u everyone stan Shinee and stream Killer 💙💙💙

[mysteriesmuse]

A/N: I don’t know what this is. It just happened in my brain, maybe I’m just tired of being single lately, but some of it is really super cute! The cheering part on stage and giggly accent thing is “mwah” *chief’s kiss* perfection of fluffy Hisirdoux things.

Over the many, many, many, many, many, many years Douxie has known you he’s come to realize several things about . . .

1. You can not do accents for the life of you. You are so, so terrible, he cringes whenever you attempt to copy his. But does that stop him from drawling out words? Hmm. No, he gets endless enjoyment from showering you in the word love over and over again as it rolls of his tongue. He may never actually word up the courage to confess it; sandwiched between a few other words, but he loves watching your noise crinkle as you move your pretty pink little lips to try and copy his. And he can’t say that watching your eyes dance across the line of sight with his lips in it, so attentively, doesn’t get him feeling some certain kind of way. He sometimes has he mind go numb as he focuses on your voice and the hazy telescope vision on your lips. . .

2. Over the course of the many years he’s never seen you have morning voice over on the few times you’ve had sleep overs. Douxie will find you, a head of messy hair popping up from over the top of the couch, see you yawn and stretch your arms, and then chrip out a “Good Morning” as soon as your done. He’s over here muttering out some ragged, ”M’rning,” And he can not? He can not fathom or process for the life of him how you do that. Every time. Every Morning. And he’s still over here muttering like some poor cat scratched up his vocal cords!

3. After the first couple of decades he learned you’re an amazing singer. Remember how you couldn’t do accents back earlier, well who cares if Y/N can whip out some gorgeous songs in different languages. Douxie can not quite remember which ones you’ve done as of yet, but he loves it when you tell him, “it’s a love song I’m working on,” for some classical concert or other nerdy choral things and just busts out part of the melody for him in the other language. He is absolutely dazzled and, oh mordraxs miracles did he forget you’re an excellent performer the expressions you’re able to create with the music is unbelievable. And sometimes when he’s watched you practicing he swears you could be in love with him or that wall the way you make goo-goo eyes at it. 4. Singing! Douxie absolutely loves trying to harmonize and sing with you! He thinks it’s incredibly romantic all at once! Little does he know you do too; nothing not to swoon about a rugged british wizard turned rockstar singing with you. Of course, Douxie is also delighted to accompany you on some songs too with his guitar or lute. You and Him both LOVE (and hate) the challenge you two set up for yourselves. Trying to write in specific different counterpoint styles and forms from begone eras past that the two of you lived through. Or, desperatly trying to write down that folk tune both of you can only half remember. . . Oh, well better grab some coffee from the kitchen, it’s gonna be a long night of figuring that out!

5. Several times in recent years and especially months (it certainly does help that the two of you are both living in Arcadia now as it’s become a much more frequent escapad) Douxie had found himself coming over to your place or you coming over to his, coincidentally, when he’s dead beat over his shifts and monster hunting duties. Now, sleeping on regular hours or a quality amount of time has never been Douxie’s forte. Those eye bags he totes are not nearly exaggerated enough in Archies eyes. But when Hisirdoux first started nodding off on the couch in your living room over a afternoon get together of tea and heard your voice gingerly singing to him. . . Oh boy did that change things. He couldn’t remember having a better nap then falling asleep to you throwing a old blanket over him and taking the warm mug out of his hands for safety. And Hisirdoux swears by Merlins Beard everytime it happens he can feeling the sensation of someone gently brushing his bangs and carding their fingers through his hair. Whatever hesitancy there is about it on your part, why-well, he will not bring it up if you’re being shy. Whatever it is, Douxie cannot help but feel his heart thump softly and his eyes slide close, as he just can’t do nothing but help falling asleep.

6. There is nothing more exciting to Douxie than being onstage, but one of the few things that amps him up onstage and off is the sound of your voice yelling out his name. Whether that be when he’s onstage and you’re yelling out his name, cheering him on from the crowd. Or when you’re both out doing Wizard-y things, such as monster hunting, and you shout out his name like a screech in the middle of a noon day. Nothing quite gets his adrenaline running quite like you calling out his name.

7. Finally, and most recently Hisirdoux has found it incredibly tender and heartbreaking all at once the way he will hear you sometimes start humming this- now familiar- tune. Him and Archie can pick up on it whenever the 3 are you are in a particularly dangerous or tense situation. But, Douxie has also heard you humming this tune with a blank and dejected face. . . He will forever remember you coming in just after closing hours, sitting beside him on one of the sofas in the bookstore humming that tune (by mordraxs mircales this is a familiar tune! Why fuzzbuckets! That’s why! She’s crying!) as fat glossy tears welled in your eyes. . . There’s hoping that he knows this tune- he’s heard you sing one too many times- before well enough as he starts humming it and singing it with you. Shoulders touching as he’s already reaching for the tissue box and gently placing in on the spot of the couch just between you guys. Hand rubbing circles on your knees as he taps out that beat to the song- it’s an incredibly old one thats been revamped for some television show in recent years, but he can still remember the original style and beat that went with it when it was still new. Who ever knew this would be your comfort song; it’s got an incredibly silly gossip story weaved in it for the lyrics, but he can’t help but crack a smile when you give a wet laugh when you both start singing them out loud together.

. . . your voice.

[reds-burrow]

Good evening! I was hoping to hear your thoughts on something, if thats alright? I am working on figuring out my secondary at the moment and need a person to bounce off of. So... here goes. I invest in the people around me. But i am very aware that i am doing so. It is very consciously done. I understand the benefits that come with being a good, nice person and so i do it. I'll bring you food i make from scratch. I'll help you when you're in a tight spot. I'll be the shoulder you can cry on. I really do enjoy helping others but there is usually an underlying reason why i invest in those around me besides me simply being a nice person. Now, most all people like me. But the couple that don't, really REALLY don't. I always ask them why they don't out of sheer curiosity. I wonder what i did wrong. What could i possibly have done to make you disdain me? Each of them said to me basically, "I can see through you. I know who you really are." That scared the shit out of me. Instantly, my defenses went up. It was like i barricaded myself from them, even though i had no real reason to do so. I cut contact with them. Then, later on i start questioning myself and my actions. I get filled with self doubt. Am i the good person i thought i was? I brought my neighbors homemade cookies, but did i REALLY care about them at the time? I lend a helping hand whenever i can, but do these people actually mean anything to me? Or did i just do it because i am some sort of narcissistic psychopath? Am i only nice as a means to an end? I freak right out. I suddenly dont know who i am. I dont understand myself. It really screws with my brain because, you know, being a really nice psychopath seems a bit oxymoronic. Is this indicative of any specific secondary? Or am i just crazy? I dont know my primary either, btw. I think ive narrowed it down to bird or badger but im not sure yet. Thank you for your time!

Okay, first and foremost: you were doing good. And in my book, in this random stranger on the internet's book, consistently doing good is all that matters. I'm not as interested in what you think in your head as I am in your actions. If you bring me a cookie because you think it makes you look kind, I will happily take the cookie and think you're kind because that was a kind action. And maybe this is an overly simplistic, overly pragmatic point of view, but this world is way too complicated to judge people on anything but their consistent actions. Many people have "bad" thoughts; it's what we do and the words we choose to share that shape who we are out here in reality. In your personal, internal reality? Whether or not that internal you is good is up to you and you alone. But I believe that simply recognizing that doing good things affords you benefits (people may reciprocate, people give you positive attention, you feel the ease of a clear conscious, etc.) doesn't automatically invalidate your efforts or disqualify you as a good person. None of what you wrote sounds crazy. In fact, it sounds incredibly human. Evolution has wired us to be community-minded creatures, meaning we feel good when we help others. There's nothing wrong with enjoying it. And seeing you worry about being a good person tells me that you most likely are.

Okay, I better quit the philosophy talk while I'm still making a modicum of sense. Onto your sorting.

The entire question of whether you can be a good person because you are consciously choosing to act like one is dancing the line between being a Secondary or a Primary discussion. You said you might be a Bird Primary, and I'd definitely lean that way since you've heavily implied that you consciously choose what is "good" as well. But ultimately that was just the implication. I suggest you examine how you came to the conclusion that investing in people is "good" as a starting place for determining your Primary. If any part of it is a subconscious instinct to help people, I'd say there's a good chance you're a Badger instead.

As far as your Secondary, feeling like you have a part of yourself that you don't usually show others, this second motive idea, all sounds like a Bird or Snake. The way you describe barricading yourself from others when you were scared also sounds like the social armor Circumventing Secondaries use. And then you keep using the word "invest" which is one of those key Built Secondary words. I'm not about to suggest cooking from scratch is a Built Secondary hobby only (anyone can enjoy that), but it does sound like you're using food as one of the tools in your repertoire to put people at ease. So, I suspect you're a Bird Secondary. You don't give any information on how you solve problems with no social element, however, so I suggest also examining how you solve these Single-Player problems to confirm or refute my impression. For instance, you can look at how you cook, especially when tackling a new recipe. Or if you discover you are missing an ingredient while cooking, how do you handle it? Or can you not relate to that at all because you always keep your pantry full and prepared? While all you've given me here reads like a Bird, I still see a possibility of you being a Snake Secondary, so you should try to examine how often, if at all, you find yourself trusting and acting on your gut reaction alone. Snakes will be comfortable with this, but Birds won't be.

[mcyt-imagines]

okay can i request a technoblade x male!reader, where techno and the reader are fighting someone *maybe quackity its not important tho) together and the reader gets injured, techno gets worried but realizes the reader can handle himself? sorry if thats too specific

I have combined this request and another request for a male reader fluff fanfic, so the ending is a little softer than a fighting fic may usually be! However, this is basically gender-neutral, whenever I added gender-specific pronouns it seemed really forced?? So I just left that out, I hope that’s okay! Enjoy :D

Underestimated 

It had only been a few days since Quackity’s butcher army attempted to publicly execute Technoblade. He hadn’t left your side since he returned home, hand in yours or arm wrapped around your waist as if to remind himself you were still here with him despite everything. Techno had been making preparations for another attack when he knew they would inevitably return to try again. But Techno never knows when to stop and start taking care of himself, that’s when you stepped in to pull him away from his plans and into your arms. It was as if the second his head hit your chest all adrenaline he had been running on the past few days, ran out. That was about 6 hours ago, and the two of you still had no intent on moving any time soon.

Your hands toyed with his hair as he continued to read slowly to you, glasses reflecting the soft warm glow from the nearby fire. It’s crackles had slowly been lulling you to sleep against Techno’s chest, mouth pressed loosely against his calm pulse. His hand rubbing soft circles into your skin at your back beckons you deeper into your subconscious, the soft rumbling of his voice fading fast in your ears.

A slam of the front door sends both yourself and Techno bolting up, tangled in long limbs and a lack of space as Phil comes into view from around your fireplace. “Quackity’s headed here!” Phil chokes out, obviously having run a considerable distance to deliver such a message, Techno stands, and you follow suit. “Already? He’ll be underprepared.” Techno mused, moving to start gathering his supplies. Tools recently sharpened, potions brewed days ago, and stacks of fireworks prepped for firing.

You mirror his actions, gathering your weapons with a bridled enthusiasm. You hadn’t been home when Quackity and his army had taken Technoblade and you had beat yourself up over that fact. Knowing that perhaps the outcome could have been different if you’d been there, you were going to make sure that was the case this time. Mind distracted by theoretical outcomes you equip your armour with practiced familiarity, knowing you’ve done this hundreds of times before. But only this time did it truly matter. 

A hand presses to your shoulder and you turn, “You’re staying inside the house. You know I can’t lose you, not now, not ever.” His hand moves from your shoulder to your hips, squeezing softly. Your eyes search his and only find pain and worry. “I’m fighting with you; you know I can handle myself Tech.” He looks away from your face, unable to meet your gaze.  He knows you’re right.

And he also knows you won’t take no for an answer. Especially considering they were able to take him to Manberg last time. “Fine.” He huffs out, “But you have to keep this.” Techno takes the golden charm off of his shirt, the small totem’s eyes glinting as he pins it to your shirt. You open your mouth to question him, “I have another for myself, don’t worry.” He meets your eyes then but only for a second, pulling you tightly to his chest. “Be safe my love.” His lips press soft atop your hair, “I always am.” You raise your head and meet his lips, hand cupping the back of his neck before pulling away with a smile. “Time to kick ass, huh?”

Even on the battlefield, you can tell that Technoblade is still worried, he is distracted by your presence in the fight. You intend to prove during this fight that his anxiety is for naught, Quackity didn’t even bother with a spiel about how Techno deserves this and he’s going to get justice instead opting to fight instantly. His butcher army stood by his side and seemed to assume Technoblade would be alone, Phil and yourself rid them of that assumption as quick as it had come. You were quick to notice they were down a man, Ranboo was missing. Technoblade was right, they were underprepared.

Fundy’s blade clashed with your own, drawing your eyes off of Techno and onto him. “He has to face justice; can’t you see that!?” There was no skill or nuance to his attacks only power behind them making them hard to block but easy to predict. However, you were breaking a sweat as he finally managed to nick your shoulder, with a particularly quick thrust of his sword your armour fracturing upon impact. You muffle your cry of pain with a grunt, nailing the fox hybrid with a deep slash across his chest. Fundy fell backward with a cry, shaking as you stab downwards into his chest and finish the job, his body disappearing and his items popping out of seemingly thin air.

You look over to where you last saw Phil, Tubbo now squirming futilely beneath his sandal. Your head whips around as Quackity screeches, bloody body barely making it to the ground before disappearing. It seems you’d at least get a good haul of loot from these idiots. Techno’s eyes are frantic searching for you for a moment, you watch as his body visibly relaxes when he spots you. “Are you alright?” His hands are all over you, feeling for any injuries. You intake sharply when he gets to your shoulder and he growls, “That bastard.” You place your hand over his, “It’s merely a scratch Tech. I’m fine. Are you okay?” You are acutely aware of the growing patch of crimson on his torso, white shirt stained dark. “Nothing I can’t patch up.” He grumbles, hands tentatively pressing on and around the area.

Techno refuses to let you patch him up first, practically throwing you onto the kitchen table so he can get a closer look at your shoulder. It’s barely even a scratch. But you’re quick to realise it’s a great excuse for him to touch you so gently. Pressing on your skin as if too much pressure would cause you to shatter completely. “You dropped your arm to avoid the brunt of the force behind his blade,” Techno observes looking to you to confirm, you shrug lightly in response. “I’ve seen you do it before. Watched you do it the other day when you were sparring with Phil.” 

He nods solemnly, deciding he truly can’t do anything about your shoulder. Due to it being a scratch and nothing more, as you had said several times. “Well, for someone who just watched me do it you completed the move pretty well.” His eyes can’t meet yours and you smile softly, “Eh, my reflexes are just pretty good. Not a whole lotta skill involved for me.” You are quick to change the subject, ushering him onto the table so you can look at his torso wound.

Your fingers are nimble, working through each stitch with a practiced precision that Techno watches with a keen but relaxed eye. You’re usually the one to patch him up, he can do it sure, you’re just better. And maybe he secretly likes how close you have to get to him and how gentle your hands work against his skin. “I was watching you… during the battle I mean, you made short work of Fundy.” Your hands still for a moment fumbling with the bandage, your eyes move to his and he looks away quickly. “You were? I uh, he isn’t traditionally trained or anything, so he wasn’t much of an opponent.”

You force yourself to keep your brain on track, tightening the bandage around his middle as gently as you can. One of his hands grabs your wrist, you still immediately and meet his eyes. “I… you really can’t take a compliment, can you?” His sigh is soft, and his eyes are warm, “What I’ve been trying to say is that I’m sorry for underestimating your skills and that I’m proud to fight by your side.” Even as he says such sweet things, he still can’t seem to hold your gaze. The grin on your face is enough to bring his gaze back however, “Best be getting used to fighting with me then because I don’t plan on budging anytime soon.” Your lips press firmly to his cheek a few times before he turns his head to catch your lips.

“We can start training tomorrow because I’m still exhausted.” Techno groans, shifting to get off of the table, your hand finding his with ease and leading him back over to the fire where the two of you had been hours earlier. That’s when you notice his hair, you gasp softly and take a seat in front of the fire. Techno moves to sit behind you, you quickly pat the ground in front of you. “Your braid’s come loose, let me fix it for you.” 

He moves with vigor at your words, knowing your nimble hands against his scalp will send him to sleep in minutes. The warm glow of the fire highlights his bright eyes as they peek back at you every few moments, “Head forward, my prince.” You press a few soft kisses to the back of his head and his hands snake around to knead your soft thighs. You huff out a breath of air as your cheeks heat up at his ministrations  

“I’m trying to focus on your hair here.” You grumble, “What?” You can hear the smirk in his voice, so in retaliation, you focus your full attention on his hair, not noticing his hands on your thighs begin to slow their movements until they stop, and you’ve finished the braid. “Techno?” The soft snoring you hear in response warms your chest and you carefully manoeuvre him to lay down on the plush fur rug in front of your fireplace. 

He’s normally a light sleeper, which means he truly must’ve been exhausted by that fight. You quietly lay next to him, tangling your legs and wrapping an arm over his chest being careful near his wound. “I love you, Techno.” A kiss to the side of his face doesn’t wake him as the crackling fire and howling of the chilly wind outside lulls you into a peaceful sleep.

~Requests are always open!~

[synesthete-culture-is]

hey!! hope ur having a great day. :) i have a form of synesthesia that ive never met anybody else with ad just wanted to see if youve ever met anybody w/ it or heard of it?? i associate sounds to physical sensations, but like, distinctly different from their ACTUAL sound. like as an example (easier to explain), a stinging pain is like, the sound of like an alarm. burning/hot touch is the sound of fire crackling (lol), stomach aches are like, talking/yelling travelling underwater. 1/2

2/2 -- i have stuff thats completely unrelated, like how lightly scratching certain spots of my body "sounds" different. back of my legs? running your hands over satin. back of my head? leaves in trees. top of my forearms? wood being chopped with an axe. it goes on. it makes explaining pain to doctors really hard, or explaining other general sensations. its hard lol!!

I can imagine how this would make it difficult to explain pain to doctors, and to other people as well!

I do not know if this type of synesthesia has a name, but it sounds very similar to another experience. There's a form in which the synesthete will feel sounds (whether that be music or everyday sounds) on different parts of their body. While yours is definitely not the same thing, it's a similar brain route - sound is connected to sensation.

In your case, it's in reverse, and instead of involving bodily locations, it involves specific sensations - it seems to be sensation-to-sound, instead of sound-to-sensation.

Often times, synesthesia gets re-wired like this! For example, instead of associating sounds with colors, some synesthetes may experiencing sounds after seeing colors in their environment.

I personally have not heard of anyone else with your specific type, but if anyone else here has, please share with anon via the notes!

[lollytea]

What are your opinions about Jungle cubs? I loved that show as a kid!

hi hello!! thank u for humoring me!! i love getting asks about the stuff im currently obsessed with that nobody really cares about, it makes me feel valid! also i dont have well constructed opinions, i just have a very messy, manic head so i just babble all my thoughts. for that i am sorry 

im not gonna say jungle cubs is the best damn cartoon to hit the tv and maybe its just my own biased love speaking when i call it a good show but it means a lot to me personally. it brought me comfort as a little kid, i came back to it as a teen when i was feeling very alone and came back to it again as an adult just cuz of my recent love of baloo and talespin and needing something to keep me upbeat during the quarantine. 

and ive watched quite a few cartoons i loved as a kid that i dont really vibe with anymore. i tried rewatching gummi bears. its not my thing. but jungle cubs is?? really good?? its just so charming to watch. i love the expressive animation, i love the smooth flowing dialogue, i love the playful and naive tone it has of just a bunch of kids being kids, i love the depiction of these characters, i love the performance of the voice actors, i love the layers it adds to the original film. layers that were never intended to be in there in the first place but isnt that just the beauty of interpretation and ones own imagination. 

its such a formulaic concept isnt it. to take a classic show/movie and make its protagonists babies for a spinoff. but i dunno, i always got the feeling that whoever was the backbone of this story actually cared about the characters they were writing and took a sincere approach to it. 

they thought in-depth about how to devolve them from their current personalities in a realistic way and what aspects of themselves are so core to their being that they would have been ingrained since childhood. the cubs feel pretty three-dimensional and considering theyre cash grab spinoff babies, that is an amazing feat.

but also, i love it for the very very very simple reason of its really adorable. bagheera especially. to see such a stoic and levelheaded character in his earliest stage as a child just Hits for me. cub bagheera is clever, hes cautious, hes a little stuck-up, all traits he has in the movie. hes also not the best hunter, doesnt know how to roar yet, is a little cowardly, sorta awkward at times and is often trying to prove that hes the best even though hes aware that he is nowhere near the best.

like its easy to believe the kind of person he grows up to be but at the same time, its really interesting to see the more childish aspects of himself that he eventually matured past. and hes adorable dude! baby bagheera voiced by EG Daily is the sweetest goddamn thing, i love him so much 

also shere khan who is a fuckin doozy. hes very interesting in this too. everything about his attitude is reminiscent of a preteen who says mean things to you on voice chat while playing overwatch but if you tell him you’re gonna call the police on him, he starts panicking. thats shere khan’s vibe, a real edgy little tiger who thinks hes hot shit cuz he probably caught something bigger than a mouse like one time and its gone to his head. 

hes constantly stalking around, subtly bragging about what a natural predator he is. but at the same time, he’s still around?? hes still hanging around with the other cubs cuz hes ALSO a cub and likes to play around with other kids his age. and he fucking loves his friends. the amount of times he’s scared off bigger animals who were about to harm them. and its really sweet cuz they like him too. while his attitude is definitely annoying sometimes, they still consider him their friend and enjoy his company. its just wholesome. 

plus hes also pretty vulnerable as hes a cub. he doesnt stand a chance when they come across a grown animal as a threat. he gets scared just like the rest of them, hes just so arrogant that he never admits it. 

in fact the appeal of the show in general to me, is the vulnerabilities of all the characters that comes with being in their most immature state. they dont know any better when it comes to stuff. this show is real dumbass hours 

EVERYTHING about baloo is just great. he does not change even slightly. he is exactly the same except hes little and his voice hasnt broke yet. his child voice is amazingly fitting also.

i mean i guess one thing that differentiates him is adult baloo had some semblance of a philosophy. he was wise....in a way. baby baloo does not know shit about shit. he does not think. he just vibes, okay?? i love him mwah

i dont have much to say about the others but i DO like this interpretation of them more than their adult selves. it also just feels bittersweet that they grew up to be such dicks. Haithi is lovely, i love that hes just out here TRYING to be a colonel but he lacks the authority that comes with being a grown elephant and he doesnt have the self confidence to command anybody yet. he is simply babey.

 louie is a very cute little dude, i love him and baloo as just an idiot squad. he also has a very good voice

kaa.....i dont trust. on one hand, hes very sweet as a child but on the OTHER HAND he grows up to be the creepiest fucking creation disney has ever put in a movie so that snake will always rub me the wrong way even when im trying to like him. 

also ONE THING thats driving me crazy about this show is like. it has the best depiction of pre-adolescent boys that i have ever seen in a cartoon ever. just the way they behave. theyre sweethearts one minute, extremely mean the next minute, going from building eachother up to lightly bullying eachother, lots of unprovoked play fighting, laughing over dumb shit, rude to strangers for no goddamn reason, theres just a lot. 

it fuckin knocked me back like 15 years cuz it reminded me so much of kids i used to play with. and these arent even human children whose brain development is documented, these are animals, this show had no business being this spot-on.

i dont like season 2. it has a few gems here and there that i get a kick out of. but as a whole, its really disappointing. since the show swapped production companies, they seemed to uproot it completely and start from scratch. and its kinda sad cuz i think they were TRYING to do something poignant when it came to a future narrative but it just didnt land. firstly there was a huge animation downgrade and looking at the two season in comparison is kinda depressing. 

also they redesigned the characters, some looked worse than others. baloo looked fine but i still preferred his og look. bagheera....was the worst. rip bagheera. 

they all underwent a huge personality change. and not in the way that showed subtle maturity, i mean a vapid exaggeration of their original personality. the only characters who were left relatively alone in this regard were baloo and kaa. and i dont mind gradually changing a character since there IS an adult version of them that they should be growing into. but the season 2 depictions are literally the furthest things from their adult selves that its unbelievable.

 another pet peeve is they changed a few of the voice actors and.....i love these season 2 voice actors in other work theyve done. dee bradley baker and cree summer specifically who are both very talented people. but they did not fit these roles in the slightest. (not to mention having cree summer play an APE and suddenly having her do a LOT of monkey noises that the previous va never had to do. im not gonna get into all that BUT hmm.) and if youre gonna recast the characters to make them sound “older” as least make them sound somewhat similar to the jungle book actors, so you can picture them eventually growing into those voices. 

also the tone shifted so much between seasons. the way they tried to make this jungle more of a “society” with shit like talent shows and sports games and celebrities and like fuckin. STOP. theyre animals. just let them be animals. along with that the writing just feels really off and its just. not fun. i dont like it 

and as i mentioned, they WERE trying to do something here. the fact that the cubs didnt hang out with eachother as much and were starting to drift apart is kinda sad and wouldve liked it see it handled a little better. but instead i got season 2, which was stupid. and im 21 and im petty. 

anyway i am very sorry that ended so negatively and im very sorry that rant was completely all over the place i have no sense of proper organization i just wanted to gush about what i love. but on a positive note i love jungle cubs!! its very dear to my heart and makes me very happy and i wish it had gotten more episodes

[everyonesawhoregrace]

The Good Side

Part 4

tag: @wefracturedmotivation  @reyloshipper-starwars    ok i keep on trying to add the other tags but it isn’t working so i will private message each time i post to whoever wants me to. x 

read 3 here

read 2 here

read 1 here

enjoy xx

The following day was expected to go easier as the last few. My mind was still racing at the fact that I got an apology out of Tommy fucking Shelby. Magic is real, and in the palms of my hands clearly.

I went home with the thought of him, thinking about silly things like his parents and his family life. The wedding ring meant he was married which made me think of his lady. I got to imagining the life of Tommy. Pictured everything a certain way without my actually knowing a single thing about him.

On my way to work, I felt a bit off. A little nervous than before, and it was an emotion I can only describe as the sign of me knowing I’m going to see Tommy soon.

I was excited. Shy. Nervous.

All the things I would normally feel, had I been crushing on someone. Was I crushing on Tommy? I don’t bloody know. Scratch that, I do fucking know. The answer was yes.

He has eyes the colour of the sky on a summers day. The face of a God who came straight from heaven. The voice is a man who can scoop me up into his arms.

I could almost hear my nagging subconscious, he choked you, with intentions of killing you. How can you be interested an a woman beater?

All questions I should ask myself. But as I swept mascara through my lashes and put on heels, was I thinking about that? Fuck no.

“Good morning Alene,” the warden Grant says to me. He smirks, blushing at me. He’s a little red man with a bald head. A bastard who tries to glance under nearly every woman’s skirts. “You look ravishing.”

“God.” I roll my eyes. “Can’t a woman wear heels and a little blusher without being ravishing?”

He laughs. “It’s just that usually you look quite dead.”

I get it, I’m being an arsehole. I deserved that.

“Can I help you with anything?” I ask, pushing my things into my little locker. I look down at Grant, who clears his throat.

“Yes actually,” he licks his lips. “A gentleman is here from the church. A member called father Hughes.”

“Okay?” I close my locker. “What’s that got to do with me?”

“Well he asked for you specifically. I assumed maybe you two were acquainted.”

“Acquainted?” I almost laugh seeing as I haven’t been to church in over twenty years. Never once picked up a Bible either. 

“Yes. He said he attending your wedding.” Grant looks at me as if I am some sort of mad woman, he’s almost certain this person attended my wedding when I know he didn’t. 

I turn and stare at Grant. My wedding that happened nearly ten years ago? The same wedding that only a handful of close family and friends were invited to? I almost laugh, that’s impossible. 

A voice is sounded from afar and before I can even turn my head does Grant smile widely and spin me around to face the person. “There he is, father Hughes, I found her.” Grant, in his cunning ways disappears in the back, leaving Hughes and I alone. 

Only then do I begin to imagine this man as the perpetrator who hurt Thomas in such a way. 

“Hello.” He says, extending a hand. 

I am hesitant at first, his smirk alone is something that makes me worried. Not taking his hand, I look up into his lifeless eyes, “You told Grant you know me?” I tilt my head, “I don’t recall us ever meeting.” 

“Perhaps you can allow me the privilege of rejogging your memory.” He mentions the hallway. “Lets walk, shall we?”

Not denying him, and knowing I must make my rounds soon. I take my medical kit and head out, with him following close behind. 

“I’m sorry to hear about your ex husband.” He tells me, hands behind his back as he walks beside me. 

I notice that we are heading downstairs, he seem to know exactly where we are going, which makes me question his intentions. Downstairs is of course where Tommy is. 

I keep my cool, despite having a meltdown. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

He scoffs. “Come on now Alene,” He has his head up, confidently taking strides beside me. “Your husband who you seemingly loved, gave up on your marriage the moment he found out you couldn’t do your job as a woman.” He murmurs, revealing only what my immediate family know of. He leans in, “A woman who cannot reproduce is everything but woman, isn’t that right?” 

I stop the moment he stands before the doors of Tommy’s room. I face him, spinning around so that we are literally face to face, and he is not able to wither himself into Tommy’s room. My face burns, I want to crawl into a ball and hide away from the truth. But how can I? 

You’ve got more to give, that’s what my sister said when she got news that I was unable to reproduce a child of my own. The love my former husband and I had for each other was no match for the true love he had of wanting a child someday. Heartbreaking really, it was an ordeal that broke us. 

“How do you know this about me?” I ask, looking up at him. “Who did you have to manipulate in order to find that out?” 

He smirks, “Your secrets are nothing in a holy house such as the church. As a matter of fact,” He puts his hand out, and with the back of his hand, he runs it over my cheek. I pull back, denying him. “Your mum was not a hard lady to confess. She practically showed up in confessional every day. She told me about your father, and how much he hit her. Told me that you took a liking to him. Daddy’s girl. While you sister preferred the company of your mother.” He nods, as if to confirm everything. 

My face gives it all away, mums always been an avid and devoted Christian woman, she’s always praised Jesus, despite the many difficulties he’s brought to her life. An abusive husband who ended up in jail at least for half of his life. And then two snotty daughters, one who hated her - me, and one who loved her endlessly - my younger sister Gabby. I take a step back, hitting my back against the metal bars that protect us from Tommy. 

“My mother only has one weak spot, and thats from you no good, lying Christians who feel superior to the innocent and feebleminded.” I hiss, “You used her weakness to your advantage, but let me tell you something Father. I know just as much about you as you know about me. These underlying details of molestation and sexual assault that goes on behind closed doors of the churches. And although I cannot bare children, something tells me I won’t go to hell for it.” I reveal, looking into his eyes. “But you might, for knowing the things you know. And I’m not saying you partaking in such horrendous crimes against children but, if you do, I hope you die slow and painfully.” 

He frowns so deeply and shaken, I think he might hit me, Hughes stares down at me. “You’re stronger than your mum, you should be proud of that.” He says, nodding once. “Perhaps thats why, I heard there is a man here who you’ve been tending to.”  As I stand there looking clueless of the fact that Father Hughes could potentially be the man Tommy was warning me about all along. “A man named Tommy Shelby.” 

“I don’t know who that is.” I reveal, trying to keep my calm. My medical kit is hooked around my fingers. I want to throw it at him, and run away. I press it close against me, creating a divider between myself and Hughes. 

“No?” He smiles. “You’re not lying to a man of God, are you?” 

“Fuck God.” I snicker, rolling my eyes. “And fuck you, you can shove all of that exploitation and trickery up your arse for all I care.” 

Hughes gets uptight, upset, he puts his hands up but I am too quick for him to touch me in any sort of way.

“Don’t you dare put your fucking hands on me!” I snap, not too sure what I plan on doing with my hands in a knotted fist. “I swear, I’ll scream.” 

Again, this amuses him. “Scream! Oh the inmates would love that I’m sure. A beautiful young lady like yourself crying out, it’ll only arouse the beasts.” 

Shaking my head, I look up at him and sigh. “Hughes, please, your being quite ridiculous and I have work to attend to-” I try to walk around him, but he blocks my body from moving. 

“Tell me where Tommy is.” His chest puffs out. 

“Who the hell is Tommy?!” I lie, just before he lunges at me.

Of course, me being thinner, shorter, and much more equipped of my surroundings, do I maneuver myself perfectly so that I duck under his arms and around him. I am quick to spin around but the moment I do, my cheek comes right in contact with the back of his hand. A slap to the cheek that nearly makes me sink the floor, my medical kit breaks open, and the first thing I set my eyes on, I reach for. A pair of scissors, harmless really unless I angle it right into his artery, killing him. But Hughes is on his feet and pushes his foot into my flattened hand, I cry out, looking up at him for mercy but he leans down and covers my mouth with his hand. That smirk embeds itself into my brain, like a cancer that won’t go away. 

“Listen ‘ere girl, you think you’re protecting the lad...”

My eyes widen at the figure behind Hughes, Tommy stands behind the bars, looking at me as if I’m a schoolchild whose gotten hurt. He pities me. I look back at Hughes, making sure to keep his attention on me. I swallow, tears in my eyes. 

“This’ll only backfire and if I find him somewhere in this prison,” Hughes looks up and around before bringing his gaze back down to mine. “I promise you, Alene, I will break each one of your precious fingers and you’ll be nothing .” Hughes warns me. “Do you understand?” 

I nod, yelping like a dog the moment he pushes down on my fingers before finally letting go and I fall into a fetal position. I suck in a breath, grinding my teeth together as my eyes water. Pain pulses through my fingers, I can see my middle finger and ring finger just oozing of blood, I try to move my pinky, but I cant. I’m bent too far, I take my wrist with my other hand, looking at my fingers to conclude that I’ll be out of work for days. Hughes walks away from me, and I let out a loud scream filled with regret, sadness, anger, desperation, I don’t know, but as I look down at my semi-squished fingers do I hear the bars slide open and his feet in my eyesight. 

I am lifted up into his arms, and I weakly open my eyes to see Thomas’s blue eyes glisten. He stares down at me, murmuring something, but I can only hear a buzzing in my ear. I’m in shock, I know this, but as the tears roll down my cheeks do I stare at his moving lips. 

I got you, I’ve got you. You’re okay. You’re going to be fine. I’ve got you, Alene. 

[pinkykitten]

Dancing Mission

Detroit: Become Human

Connor x female! reader

Warning: cussing, a sex offender dude, some blood

Specifics: comedy, violence, fluff, romance, man vs man, dancing, women power, race neutral reader

People: Connor, you, Hank Anderson, Devin James (oc), Carl Hunter (oc), Markus (mentioned)

Words: 2,993

Summary: You a cop as well, work with Hank and Connor to take down a man named Devin James. What you don’t know is you have to go undercover in a club. You end up dancing with Connor. 

Authors Note: i know is suck at summaries, im so used to just gettin the frickin request and just copy and paste u know. but omg i think i am in luv with this story. this is prob now one of my fav stories i have done. i have watched all of dbh on jacksepticeyes channel (lol im too cheap y’all) and it is one of my fav games. my sis luvs connor to pieces as do i (cuz he luvs dogs duh) so this is for her. i’ve wanted to write a dbh fic for the longest time so here it is. i really want to write more so pls request more of this and feedback is much appreciated here. 

“-so that means that we have to act natural like one of them,” Hank explained while driving to the destination. 

You, sitting in the back of the car thought about this mission. You have worked with Hank for a couple of months, you’re both practically friends. Maybe even BEST FRIENDS (lol idk why i feel like this sentence would sound like spongebobs voice. well it kinda makes sense since the dude who plays hank plays mr krabs...anyways) 

The goal was to arrest a man named Devin James. Supposedly, he has been keeping deviants for about 2 years. He sells them for quite a lot of cash to those who want to “fix” them. Your expression turned into sadness when you read his file. You understood what he did to these deviants. He would lock them up, abuse, torture them, and then sell them to others. But not so they can be fixed its so the buyers can torture the deviants more. 

Unfortunately, you knew why he needed to be arrested. It was not because he was doing these things to the androids. It is because he is selling deviants. In your mind however, you saw this as a rescue mission. To make sure those deviants get out, even if it kills you. 

Your group came into contact with him. Devin was now currently, in a club called “Pomegranate”. 

“Weird name for a club,” you laughed looking outside the window. It was midnight, the night sky pitch black. There was tiny drops of rain pattering against the glass.

“Maybe it is called Pomegranate because when a woman opens up her legs-”

“Shhhh Connor! There is a woman seated in the back!” You called out, your eyes widened in surprise that Connor knew those types of things. You scratched your nose and wiggled your eyebrows, “Hank, you gotta be careful with this one. Apparently he’s either been too much into fanfiction or hentai to know those types of facts.”

Hank looked into the rear view mirror, “In a minute y/n I’m gonna throw your as* outside this car into the pouring rain! Now can we talk about the dam* arrest!”

You shrugged and laid back muttering, “It was your baby Connor’s fault.”

Hank gave you a glare through the mirror. Any words that were about to come out of your mouth were quickly swallowed down. 

The car stopped and you jumped out. 

“Alright, remember what I said act. Natural. This guys good, he has ran away from the police many, many, many times. So we need to make sure that he doesn’t know that we’re cops,” Hank instructed slamming his car door.

You nodded, “Right, right, right. But let me ask you this Hank from “Finding Dory” how the hel* is Mr. Roboto here gonna oh I don’t know...blend in. When he’s a fuc*in android!”

“I also see no way out of this Lieutenant Anderson,” Connor added. 

Hank rolled his eyes at you and opened his trunk, “I was gonna get to that, y/n! Disguises.”

You peered into the trunk to see a plain tux, a bedazzled 80s suit (which of course you knew to be for Hank), and a dress. 

“Connor you wear this tux, and you y/n, wear this dress.”

Connor eyed the tux that was handed to him weirdly, and you groaned at the dress. 

“I do not think I can do this. It is not in my making to change my outfit-”

“Well, what about me! I mean it is in my making to change but like...I DON’T WANNA,” you interrupted Connor, making him blink like “what just happened.”

Hank closed the trunk and locked his car, “No if, ands, or buts. Go to the restrooms and put them on.”

You heaved a heavy sigh, “Ugh! I have my stupid period and now I have to wear this dumb dress,” you grumbled as you trudged inside the club. 

“Keep an eye out for y/n, okay Connor,” Hank said as he walked inside. 

Dua Lipa & Calvin Harris - One Kiss (i feel like this song would be played like at a disco club or something. i luv this song and always want to jam to this. this song is playing in the club)

Connor was changed into his tuxedo and Hank was in his suit. 

“I’m gonna head over there, see if I can find him. You-,” Connor and Hank looked up to see you come out of the bathroom. 

(omg i can so imagine this the chorus comes on or in this vid 1:02) You dolled yourself to look like a million bucks. Make up on and hoop earrings. “You guys ready?”

If you hadn’t known any better you would have thought they got a boner because of you. 

“Y/n,” Connor whispered, mesmerized by your look. The dress clung on to all the right places. 

“Jesus y/n, look at you. Connor close your mouth,” Hank chuckled. “Alright I’m gonna go over there see you guys in a few if you haven’t got any leads. Let me know if you spot him though, alright? Good!” Hank left. 

You walked well more like almost tripped with the 9-inch heels. “You go by the exits, Connor. And I’ll take the bar.” You pushed your boobs up (if u aint got titties dont worry u added some padding then, every boob counts👍) , “Okay ladies...do your job.” 

You swayed to the bar, trying to entice a man like Devin. Instead, Connor looked with big, wide, eyes. “I swear I haven’t even had a dic* bigger than 9-inches. How do you expect me to walk in these Hank?!?” You grumbled aloud to yourself.

“Excuse me, baby but you are sure lookin fine,” a tall man growled as he grabbed a handful of your butt. 

You rose your brow and tried not to punch him in the balls. “Do not blow you’re cover y/n,” you thought to yourself. 

“Hey, give her an old fashioned,” the man ordered the bar tender.

You nodded and smacked your lips together, “oh, okay, so you want me to be drunk as hel*. I gotcha.”

The man laughed and licked his lips, “Thats funny. This drink will make you grow chest hair, that is for sure.”

The bartender gave you the drink. You coughed, and prepared yourself to be drunk in this mission. You chugged the liquid down. The whiskey burning your throat. It all slid south and you put the glass down harshly. “Baby, know that women got hair all over.” You raised your arms up and showed your armpits. Hey, you haven’t shaved in a while. You a busy gal. (if u think that this is nasty u better get off this blog right now)

“Dam* girl, you for real though,” the guy sat down on the bar stools. Eyeing your whole body. 

“I don’t sugar coat. Anyways, whats your name?”

“Carl, Carl Hunter. You?”

“Y/n, L/n.”

“Hey, bartender can she just have a light sangria.”

You pulled your dress down in order to sit on the bar stool. In the process, you put your purse down on the floor, in between your legs. 

You then put your attention to Carl again and saw your drink was waiting for you. 

“Why thank you, Carl. I think I’m not gonna drink anymore than this so here,” you handed the bartender, “is the cash.”

Carl stepped in and forced your hand down. “Baby, I got this. My mama always taught me how to be a gentleman. I will pay for this.”

You knitted your eyebrows together, “Are you sure?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

You grinned and stroked his arm. He winked at you. As he was paying the bartender you took out a device called “pd.id”. It shows if your drink has been spiked. 

“Pric*,” you muttered. You brought out your handcuffs out and handcuffed him to the stool. 

“Hey, what the fuc* you think you doin?”

“I am saving women, pig! Trying to drug my drink huh? Thought it could get past me? You are dead wrong, and your name was Carl Hunte?” You wrote it on your hand. “Got it, thanks Carl for buying my drinks. Hope you like prison.” You poured the sangria all over his head and walked to Connor. 

“Have you found him yet y/n?” Connor was by the dance floor. 

“Nope, but I found a disgusting sex offender. So still kinda saved the day,” you sighed, placing your hands on your hips. 

You phoned Hank who was...somewhere. “Where you at Hank?”

“I’ve asked around to see if someone knows him or if they’ve sighted him. But everyone around here acts like dumbas*es. You got anything?”

You snickered, “Nada, hey I’ll make this bet. Whoever gets Devin first gets their drink paid by the loser.” Your eyebrows rose as you looked to Connor who looked at you with puppy, innocent eyes. “And Connor can have some...blood...”

Connor smiled and looked away.

You could hear Hank on the other side chuckling, “Okay y/n...you’re on. Have fun...LOSER!” Then Hank hanged up the call. 

“As*,” you laughed. 

You then saw the dance floor and people were dancing all over. It was as if a light bulb went off in your brain. “I have an idea,” you said aloud. 

You grabbed onto Connor’s hand and guided him with a sway of your hips to the dance floor. 

“Have I ever told you I love this song,” you grinned. Your feet stepping to the beat. Connor just stood like a plank of wood. Just mesmerized by your moves.

“One kiss is all it takes, fallin in love with me,” you sang, goofing off also by doing the underwater dance. “C’mon Connor join me.”

Connor’s mouth was open wide, “Oh, um, um, I do not think dancing is in my program.”

You brought your hands on Connor’s shoulders, and your body bent and stretched all over. “I’ll teach you robo boy,” you winked. 

Connor’s cheeks created a blue blush, he was a lost for words. His eyes were glued to your eyes. Drinking everything in. 

“You move like this, put your hands here,” you said while placing Connor’s hands on your hips. “Now just feel the beat, the rhythm, be one with the song.”

Connor stumbled a bit, but then he got the hang of it. “I, I think I am doing it y/n.”

“See! There you go!”

You both moved together so perfectly. Like trees swaying in the wind. Like a river. Your hands traveled all over Connor and he developed an even deeper blush. 

You then let go of him and danced by yourself. He studied your dancing for a while then he danced by himself. 

look up on youtube Bryan Dechart dancing as Connor

Finally, Connor was being...Connor. He was being himself. He was proving to the world that androids are not just things, they are living and they deserve to be free. 

“Oh my god, YES CONNOR! GO CONNOR! Woooohooooo!!!!!,” you cheered jumping up and down. 

You both danced then like animals. Shaking not caring if you both looked like two goofballs. The dance floor was empty so it was just the two of you. You did the sprinkler dance. Connor then started laughing and smiling from ear to ear. 

“Yeah, go y/n, go y/n,” Connor cheered as well. 

You heard the song was almost to the end. Your body twirled to Connor’s body until you both were almost glued together. 

“You are extremely beautiful...y/n...,” Connor whispered only so you and him could hear.

“And you Connor are important to me,” you whispered to him. You both were closing the gap between you two, your lips almost meeting. 

“Guys, I found Devin,” Hank yelled to you both as he appeared before you two. “Oh, um, am I disturbing something?”

“You found him,” you questioned as Hank ran ahead. You broke contact with Connor and gave him a guilty face. You stepped off the dance floor and brought your gun out of your thigh holster, following Hank, with Connor behind you. 

You sprinted to the commotion of people now screaming since smart pants Devin tried to shoot you guys. You tried to see him over the sea of people. 

“I spot him,” you shouted, not caring of the protests of Hank and Connor. “Don’t worry guys I got this!”

 You ran after Devin, stumbling a few times from the dumb heels. You look down, “Dam* heels!” While going after this man, you take the heels off and throw them at him (kinda like Nakia from Black Panther). He screams in pain but doesn’t stop. He jumps over boxes of booze from the club and you do the same. You chase him out of the club, going in the street. 

“GET DOWN NOW,” you scream at him. “If you do not stop I will shoot!”

The man kept going until you shook your head, breathed hard a couple of times, you sped, fast after him. It was if you were possessed by Usain Bolt. You caught up to him, your dress ripped by your legs. You pounced on Devin, putting his arms behind his back in a death grip. “PUT THE GUN DOWN, NOW!”

Devin, breathing harshly, threw the gun away from you both. “Owww you’re hurting me,” he whined. 

“Good,” you sassed back, picking him up harshly. More in the light you can see where the end of your heel hit the side of his head. You tried not to laugh, muffling your giggles. 

You picked up the gun and walked back to Hank and Connor who were not far from you. 

“That was very impressive,” Connor smirked while winking like you did. 

“...am I missing something here,” Hank eyed both of you. 

You gave a lopsided grin, “Oh Hank, if only you knew...No, you’re missing your Devin. Here’s his gun and you owe me a drink...loser” You threw the gun to Hank and chuckled. 

As Hank took a hold of Devin you went to his level to speak to him. “So Devin, where you hidin these deviants?”

“I won’t tell...cun*,” he hissed. You punched his face, your ring making a mark on his nose it also looking a little crooked, and blood coming out. Heh, marked twice by you. 

“Y/n, can you please be a little more fuc*in professional, right Connor?” Hank asked Connor.

Connor shrugged, “I think that punch was needed.”

“Okay, I am definitely missing something,” Hank shouted. 

You gripped Devin’s face, “You. Don’t. Talk. To. Women. Like. That. Understand? Now, again, where are the deviants?”

“In my warehouse, like 5 blocks from here.”

“Thank you,” you said professionally. You walked barefoot to the car, and waited for the boys.

“I have gotten you these,” Connor handed you a pair of flip flops. “I know it is not much, but I much prefer you walking in them then on the wet ground.”

You smiled and thanked him. Hank was driving to the warehouse that Devin talked about. 

“I think this is it,” you called, looking out your window to see a rusty metal warehouse. The scene you walked on upon looked like it was taken from a 80s horror film. The lightning striking like a whip in the dark clouds. You brought your flashlight out. “Whelp boys, lets see what we find in here.” 

You all walked inside. You were thankful you were out of the pouring rain, but now you were stuck in the cold metal warehouse. Shivering like a pair of rattled bones, you tried to cover your bare arms by hugging yourself. 

“Here y/n, take this. I do not want you to get a cold,” Connor gently placed his tux jacket on your shoulder, leaving him in a tight white shirt with a black bow tie.

“Thanks...Connor,” you smiled, cuddling yourself in the jacket. 

“I think we should all spread out. Just remember though, we’re dealing with deviants...be careful, all of you,” Hank said making his way to the right. Connor chose the left, while you, well didn’t choose but were stuck with the middle. 

You tiptoed silently, trying not to make any noise. It was dark, and dusty. It was extremely hard for you not to erupt into a coughing fit. Suddenly, you heard a bang coming from the side of you. You jumped almost like a cat. You stood there, trying to do breathing exercises, and to try to steady your heart. Even though lets be real, your heart was not steady even to begin with this mission. Everything was thrown, antique chairs, a type writer, and pieces of a car hung from the ceiling. The dust particles traveled across the light from your flashlight. The dirt was all muddy since there were tiny holes in the roof. It smelled disgusting, like a farm. 

“How could anyone live like this,” you spoke aloud, covering your nose with Connor’s jacket. 

“Please, save us,” you heard from in front of you. You panicked and turned every which way, trying to find the source of that voice. 

“We beg you save us. Let us be free.”

“Get us out of here.”

“We want to be free.”

“Is that our savior, Marcus?”

“Please, save us.”

“Please!”

Your flashlight then came upon the cells and cells of deviants. Some were all white having taking off their skin. Some were broken, missing limbs, missing an eye. Some were still freshly made new, just with a few tiny scratches. But they all had one thing in common. They were begging. Begging you to set them free. They were tired of living like this. Your heart saddened for them, why couldn’t androids be free? Why were they abused and slaughtered like this? It was not right. But what if you did let them all out? Would you loose the trust of Hank, or even worse Connor? Would you loose your job letting these deviants out secretly? There were only two choices, 

were you going to leave the deviants?

or...were you going to let them out?

You had to decide...

[sage-nebula]

prompts 3,13,23,26,53,55,91,97 for pokeshipping?? thats a lot im sorry skdjdjd

((Haha, well, these are ficlets so I’m not going to do all of them (if they were headcanons, that would be a different story!), but I will do one. Specifically, 91 in this case.))

Ash wasn’t sure whether he felt relief or panic when he saw that Mistywas waiting for him on Hano Beach as she had agreed to, but he knew that somecombination of both was making his stomach flop around and his palms sweataround the black velvet box he held in his hands.

Although Hano Beach Resort was bursting with activity during the day,in the evening, it was a lot quieter. It had something to do with it beingaround dinnertime, Ash thought; there were plenty of outdoor tables on thehotel patio, but even though people sat out there to eat, drink, and relax, fewwandered down to the beach as the sun set. That was why he had asked Misty tomeet him there; he knew that it would give them a little bit of privacy, andthough he didn’t know why he wantedprivacy (it wasn’t like they were doing anything bad, or—or weird, it was nobig deal!), he knew that he did, anyway. He didn’t want Brock watching overthem, or his classmates crowding around, or Professor Kukui making commentary,or Roto snapping pictures. It was—he wanted it to be just him, and Misty, andPikachu. That was what he wanted, so when everything was ready, he asked Mistyto meet him down on the beach so they could talk.

And that was exactly what she did. He could see her down there now,standing at the shoreline, the water lapping at her feet. The sun had justabout set entirely, and it made her hair look like it was fire. It was weird,Ash thought, how her hair could look like that. She was a water-typespecialist, so wouldn’t it have made more sense for her hair to be blue, likeLana’s? Not that she could control what color hair she was born with, heguessed, though she could’ve always dyed it, like her sisters Violet and Daisydid. Then she couldn’t be so contradictory, so complicated—though he guessedhe always liked that about her, how she was the tomboyish mermaid one second, yet then was gushing over somecutesy, romance-whatever in the next—

“Pikapi,” Pikachu hissed fromhis place on Ash’s shoulder. He tapped Ash’s cheek with his paw.

It was enough to make Ash blink, pulling him out of his thoughts about Misty to realize that hewas still watching her from afar instead.His cheeks were hot, and his heart felt like—how would Professor Kukuidescribe it? Oh, like Belly Drum. His heart felt like it was performing BellyDrum, which was weird since it wasn’t even inhis belly, but—

“Pikapi!”

“Okay, okay!” Ash said, and he huffed a sigh. “I’m going, jeez. No needto be so pushy.”

“Piika,” Pikachu said, and Ash didn’t even need to look askance to knowthat Pikachu was rolling his eyes. He puffed his cheeks in irritation, but didn’tbother to retort, because as much as he didn’t want to admit it, Pikachu wasright and they both knew it.

Ash hadn’t been standing very far away from Misty, even as he hadwatched her, but the walk across the beach still felt like it both tookforever, and yet no time at all. The closer he got, the easier it was to makeout little details, like the rainbow sparkle of her Key Stone as it dangledfrom her scrunchie, or how she was smiling at the ocean as if just looking atit made her happy. That was probably true, Ash thought, but there was somethingabout the way she smiled at it that .. . well, it made him think that maybe Misty understood something about the oceanthat he didn’t. And that was probablytrue, too, but he wished that she’d share some of that understanding with him.He didn’t—it never really made him happy to think that Misty could be placeswhere he couldn’t stand, too.

He opened his mouth to call out to her, but she turned around before hecould. His voice caught in his throat, anyway, as she turned that smile on him,but even as his voice got stuck, everything else inside of him felt bubbly. Shesmiled at him, and it was really no different than how she had smiled at theocean. Maybe—Maybe they weren’t in such different places after all.

“Hey,” she said, “what took you so long?”

“I didn’t take long,” Ash said. The words were out of his mouth beforehe could help them, and though he knew that he had dawdled for longer than he should have, he still only barelyresisted the urge to shake Pikachu off his shoulder as his best friend in thewhole universe muttered another sarcastic “Piika,”beneath his breath.

Misty, on the other hand, just added a touch of bemusement to hersmile. “Uh-huh. Anyway, what did you call me out here for? We’re missing theparty.”

“It’s not really a party,” Ash said, and that, he felt, was entirelytrue. Huge dinners with everyone gathered were a regular occurrence in Alola,where it seemed customary to take any occasion as an excuse to bring everyonetogether to have a fun time. They had huge dinners for successful groupprojects, for arbitrary holidays, and for things made up on the spot (such asthe anniversary of the first time Sophocles ever successfully made a remote-controlcar). The fact that everyone had gotten together to have a big dinner nowbecause they had a nice adventure with Brock and Misty during their visit wasn’treally a party, Ash felt. It was justsomething people did in Alola.

But this time it was Misty’s turn to roll her eyes, and she sounded alittle exasperated as she said, “Well, whatever it is, we’re missing it. So,what is it? Why did you want to meet me out here?”

“That’s, uh … I got …”

It was just a stupid present. It wasn’t—it wasn’t a big deal, therewas no reason for him to feel so nervous, no reason for his heart to feel allfidgety, or his breath to feel all short and hot. But the hand holding theblack velvet box (which was pretty big, all things considered—a nice, bigrectangle, and so it was astounding she hadn’t noticed it yet, even if he wasstill holding it down by his side, a little behind his leg as if to hide it)was no less sweaty, and it suddenly occurred to him that he hadn’t planned thisout at all. Oh sure, he had picked the gift, and gotten it ready, and picked itup, and brought it here, to the beach—but he didn’t know what to say, and hisbrain felt like mushy static. He hadn’t prepared this. This was worse than allof his class presentations and then some. He hadn’t prepared at all.

Misty raised her eyebrows. “Ash? Are you feeling okay?”

“Uh, yeah! Yeah, I’m fine!” Ash said, but his voice cracked, and Misty’slips twitched as if she was going to laugh. Pikachu, for his part, crooned in away that sounded like both embarrassment and suppressed laughter as he buriedhis face in the crook of Ash’s neck. Ash appreciated the sentiment, but at thesame time, Pikachu was not helping. “I,um—” He swallowed and cleared his throat, trying to make his voice stronger(and why wasn’t it strong in the first place was the real question, this was embarrassing even though it shouldn’t have been), and then said, “Iwas just thinking—I’ve never really gotten you anything, have I?”

Misty blinked, and if she had looked bemused before, she lookedbewildered now. “Huh?”

“You’ve gotten me lots of presents over the time we’ve known each other,”Ash said, and he turned to look back over the ocean. The sky was a deepred-orange now, with strong streaks of purple, and the sea looked like it wasglittering under the low sunlight. “Like when we first met, and I took—uh,borrowed—”

“Stole,” Misty interjected.

“—borrowed your bike,” Ashsaid, frowning, as he turned back to her.

“It’s only borrowing if youhave permission, and you give it back later,” Misty said. “I never said youcould take it—”

“It was an emergency,” Ash said, and he waved his free hand in the air.“There wasn’t time—”

“—and you destroyed it,so—”

“Pikachu was the one whodestroyed it, not me—”

“PIka!” Pikachu said indignantly, and he pulled back so that he couldturn on Ash’s shoulder to glare at him, outraged.

Ash gave him a look rightback. “Well, it’s true! It’s not like I could’ve used Thunderbolt like that, right?”

“Yeah, but you were the one responsible for Pikachu,” Misty said, asPikachu opened his mouth to offer a furious retort. “And considering the shapehe was in when I pulled you two out of the river—”

“That was because of the spearow!” Ash cried. “You saw what they werelike later, there was no reasoning with them—”

“Why were they angry in the first place?”

“Because—because the one spearow was jealous that Pikachu had atrainer—”

“Was that all? Because I seem to remember you saying something about hitting the one that had evolved into afearow back when we all got attacked on our way to Valencia Island.”

“I—that—that’s not the point!” Ash cried, even as Misty smirked alittle and hummed under her breath, her arms folded. “The point is that it’sbecause you were there with your bike that Pikachu and I were able to get outof that mess. Things were still hard for a time after that, but even though wecouldn’t ride your bike the whole way, it still got us a lot farther a lotfaster than we would’ve gotten on foot. I don’t know if we would’ve made it toViridian City on time if it wasn’t for you and your bike, and if we hadn’t . ..” Something cold slid from Ash’s chest down to his stomach, and it was like hehad swallowed an apple whole for how clogged his throat suddenly felt. “I don’teven want to think about what would’ve happened.”

“Chuuu,” Pikachu said. His voice was tiny, and filled with a sadness sodeep that Ash couldn’t name it, even as he felt it rooted in his own chest.

Misty watched them for only a second before she walked over to standcloser, and without missing a beat or asking if it was all right, she reachedover to scratch Pikachu gently beneath his chin. “Yeah. I was pretty mad about itat the time, but all things considered, looking back …” She smiled, andgently ruffled the fur atop Pikachu’s head before she stroked her hand down hisback. “I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

The icy feeling of terror and—despair, Ash thought it was, or maybemisery—that had sprouted to life inside him melted, the clamp over his heartloosening until it released its grip completely. He smiled back at her,particularly as Pikachu loosed a happy little cry and nuzzled up against Misty’shand. “Same here,” Ash said. “But actually, that kinda brings me back to myoriginal point.”

Misty looked back at him, curious. “It does?”

“Yeah. ‘Cause, see, you’ve gotten me lots of presents over time,whether you meant to or not. There was that thing with your bike, and thenlater on you gave me your handkerchief so I could carry that bento box home.And after that, when I was having a rough time later on, you sent me one ofyour Super Misty lures.”

“You liked that, huh?” Misty said, and she smiled in a way that madeher nose crinkle as she rubbed the back of her neck. “I wasn’t entirely sure ifit was a good idea when I sent it, but—”

“What are you talking about? It’s great! I love it!” Ash said.

Misty’s hand dropped back to her side, and the sunset (Ash was sure it wasthe sunset) made her cheeks look red as her smile softened. “Really?”

“Of course! I don’t really use it anymore since Buizel tried stealingit that one time, but—well, that’s not the point,” Ash said, as Misty’seyebrows raised again. “The point is that you’ve gotten me a lot of presents,and they’ve all been really great, but I’ve never really gotten you anything inreturn.”

“You don’t have to,” Misty said, and she clasped her hands behind herback as she looked back over the ocean. “I didn’t give you things because Iwanted anything in return. I did it because I wanted to.”

“I know,” Ash said, “but I want to, too, so—can I hold your hand?”

Misty looked back at him, quickly enough that it almost looked likesome of Pikachu’s stray static electricity had shocked her. “What?”

“Can I—uh, let me see your hand for a second.” Ash held out his freehand, palm up, and wiggled his fingers a bit in invitation. “Please?”

Misty slowly brought one of her hands up from behind her back, even asshe gave him another bemused smile. “You never had to ask before. We alwaysjust did it.”

“Well, yeah, but—this is different,” Ash said, and it was, even if he didn’t entirely knowwhy. Maybe it was because of the present, or maybe it was because they alwaysheld hands for safety reasons the other times, but—well, anyway, it wasdifferent, and he thought that Misty would probably see that herself soonenough. “Just—come on. Work with me, here.”

“Okay, but you’re being really weird today, you know,” Misty said, asshe finally placed her hand in his open palm.

Ash rolled his eyes, and huffed as he finally lifted the black velvetbox into her line of sight. “Am not,” he said.

“Are too,” Misty shot back, and Ash was about to give her another am not when her eyes fell on the box,and she went still. “What’s that?”

“It’s your present,” Ash said, but even as he answered her, he realizedthe problem he was presented with. In his left hand, he held Misty’s righthand. And in his right hand, he heldthe black velvet box. The closed blackvelvet box, with a lid that he could not open with his mind alone, no matterhow hard he had tried to bend that spoon back in in the Saffron Gym. “Uh …oops.”

“Oops?”

“I, uh—I can’t …” Ash gestured by lifting both Misty’s hand andthe box, and Pikachu—the true friend and hero that he was—scampered downAsh’s arm so that he could knock the lid off the box with his nose. Ash smiledas the box lid hit the sand. “Thanks, Pikachu.”

“Pika!” Pikachu said brightly.

But as quickly as Pikachu replied, the happy relief Ash had felt lefthim. The box was open now, Misty’s present contained safely on a cushionwithin, but … “But I still can’t get it out of the box.”

Pikachu heaved a sigh (and that was unfair, in Ash’s opinion, becausePikachu hadn’t immediately realized that the problem persisted either), butnonetheless took the situation into his own paws by crawling back down Ash’sarm, grabbing the gift with his teeth, and knocking the box itself down ontothe sand once he had the present safely taken out of it. Without wasting a beathe dropped the gift into Ash’s now empty hand, and then scampered back up sothat he could sit comfortably on Ash’s head.

“Thanks,” Ash said again. “You’re a real lifesaver, you know that?”

“Pi, Pikapi,” Pikachu said, and Ash couldn’t help but laugh a little athow readily Pikachu agreed with him.

Misty, on the other hand, was staring at the object in Ash’s hand, hereyes wide. Ash also couldn’t stop himself from taking a second to enjoy howgenuinely shocked (and, if he dared to think it, awed) she looked. “Ash,” shebreathed, “is that …”

“Yeah,” he said. “Hold still.”

Ash lifted Misty’s hand, and after sending a quick prayer to whateverlegendary was willing to listen to him this week that the size was right, heslid the shiny, black Z-Ring over her knuckles and onto her wrist. To Ash’srelief and delight, it fit perfectly, and in the dark light of the sunset, theblack ore gleamed and the Waterium Z sparkled.

As Ash released Misty’s hand, Misty raised it so that she could stareat the Z-Ring, turning her wrist this way and that so that she could look at itfrom every angle. Now Ash didn’t think it was a stretch to say she looked awed;she looked amazed, and the bubblyfeeling he had felt when she had smiled at him before returned in full force.His cheeks hurt a little, and he thought that was probably because he couldn’tstop smiling.

“What …” Misty breathed, and she gently touched her Z-Ring with herother hand, running her fingers along the band. “How …”

“You said you wanted mine back when we visited Kanto,” Ash said. “Iknow you said you were joking, but I figured you might’ve been reallyinterested anyway. Since you said you wanted one, and since I’ve got an in withthe Tapu here, I had a chat with Tapu Fini to get the ore I needed for yourZ-Ring when you said you were coming to visit.” Well, calling it a chat was probably putting it mildly,but Ash figured Misty didn’t really need to know the details. “After that, Itook the ore to Hala—he’s one of the Kahunas here—and had him make the oreinto a Z-Ring for you. Then all I had to do was get the Waterium Z, and once Idid that, it was done!” He watched her for a second, and when she didn’trespond (or pull her eyes away from the Z-Ring), he said, “So? What’cha think?You like it, right?”

Misty finally looked up at him, and for once, her expression was inscrutable.“You did all that for me?”

“Yeah, of course,” Ash said, and he shifted his weight from foot tofoot. He wasn’t sure what that look on her face meant, but— “Do you like it?”

Misty looked back down at the Z-Ring, and gave the Waterium Z a gentletap. She looked back at him, then, and her smile lit up her eyes as she nodded.“Yeah, of course,” she said. “I love it!”

A floaty feeling swept through Ash, and he felt that if he jumped rightthen, his feet would never hit the ground again. He beamed as he said, “Really?”

“Definitely,” Misty said, and it was definitely the sunset that madeher cheeks so red, and her eyes so bright, even as she held the Z-Ring aroundher wrist. “It’s beautiful. Thank you, Ash.”

Laughter bubbled out of Ash before he could help it, and he rubbed theback of his neck as he kicked at the sand with one foot. “No problem, Misty.Wanna head back? You can probably ask Lana to show you how to do the water-typeZ-Move dance.”

“There’s only one dance?” Misty asked, but she fell into step besidehim as he started to walk back up toward the resort. Ash swung his hands by hisside; he almost felt like skipping, but he restrained the impulse (if onlybarely). “I thought I could give it my own spin—you know, like with megaevolution.”

“I don’t think that’s how Z-Moves work. You and your pokémon both haveto do the same dance,” Ash said. “Speaking of which, which pokémon do you thinkyou’ll have use it? Gyarados?”

“Hmm, maybe, but I don’t want to put all of my strengths onto onepokémon,” Misty said. “I could maybe teach Azumarill … or, wait, I know!Psyduck!”

Ash sputtered a laugh. “Psyduck?”

“What?” Misty said, but far from sounding indignant, she soundedamused, even as she poked his cheek with one finger. “Psyduck’s strong and youknow it.”

“Yeah, but it takes him a while to catch up, doesn’t it?” Ash said. “He’sa bit slow, so he’ll have only just started the dance by the time you finishit. It’ll never work.”

“Don’t bet on it, Ketchum. If I can teach Psyduck to control hisConfusion attack, then I can teach him to dance. He might not know how toswim—”

“He still doesn’t know how to swim?!”

“—but he’ll learn how to dance. You’ll see.”

Ash shook his head, but try as he might, he still couldn’t get thegoofy grin off his face. “Yeah, I’ll see.”

“Pika, chu,” Pikachu agreed, from his place atop Ash’s head.

They fell into comfortable silence, walking side-by-side, Ash stillswinging his arms by his side. But as they neared the steps that led back up tothe resort patio, Ash’s hand knocked against Misty’s—and while his hand knocked against hers, while it was anaccident, when their hands brushed again a half-second later, her hand slidneatly into his palm. Ash’s heart jolted, and he was about to say sorry andpull away when something she had said earlier popped into his head.

You never had to ask before. Wealways just did it.

That was true, but those were safety situations, and this wasdifferent—but even if it was different, Misty didn’t seem to mind. She lookedover at him, a little smile at play on her lips, her eyebrows raised justso—and Ash, that bubbly feeling still threatening to put a skip in his step,returned her smile full force as he laced his fingers with hers and swung both their hands this time, Mistylaughing right along with him.

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What I know about Chinchillas

Chinchillas, that creature that God made when he was trying to make an original species and mixed a Rabbit and a Squirrel, but to make it more special, he gave them the softest fur in the world.

Unfortunately, Chinchillas are usually described as “low mainteinance” pets, along with rabbits, hamsters, mice, rats and the like just because they are small and live in cages.

While, in reality, I’d categorize as “medium maintenance” pets. I mean, you dont have to wake up at 8am to give them a walk or be worried they are scratching your couch or plotting to murder you while you sleep, but they are far from boring and require a lot more of care than “refill water and food bowls once every week, clean cage once it starts to smell” Plus, they live for 10 years or more. So you’d better have that in mind before getting one.

For starters, the cage needs to be huge. More tall than wide, because they are jumpy and like to have many stories within their cage. This is because they are native to the Andes, in South America. So youd better have that in mind when giving them their cage and making its setup. Wich should be... A lot of stories, their food bowl, hay rack, water bottle, and a couple of hiding holes and small houses. From there, you can expand it as much as you want. Put some bridges! More platforms and perches! Boxes! Etc. Basically, if its non-toxic and cant give them problems when ingested, go for it. It’ll make a good enrichment. Or theyll give it a good 2 second sniff and forget about it forever.

And Wood. Cardboard. But most importantly; wood. Your cage can’t be finished without some good chews. It’s not just because they chew the cage bars and wont let you sleep. But they are rodents, that means their teeth are always growing, and if they cant chew they’d die. And i dont mean in they “#omg #im dead” kinda way. Since their teeth are always growing, they’ll eventually won’t be able to close their mouth and if they manage to survive for longer, their teeth can reach their skulls and break in to the eyes and brain.

Speaking of teeth, they have to be yellow-brownish, and no, they are not dirty, don’t worry about that. All rodents have colured teeth.

And speaking of body parts. Male chinchillas have extremely long penis.  And they clean it regularly, they succ their own dik. All the way to the bottom. So unless you cant really explain your innocent child what a Penis is, don’t get a Male. Males may get hair rings in their peens, that are... well, hair rings around it, they are painful and very very bad, so if you notice anything wrong with the downparts of your Chin, take a look at it.

They also do better in pairs or in small herds of 3-4 individuals, but if you dont have a life and you have all the time in the world to try fill the social void of your chinchilla, you can try. But yeah, try to keep at least two in the same cage. Just dont introduce a new chinchilla to the one you have without a proper introduction or they’ll fight eachother. I am not experienced with introductions, but I am sure you can find a good guide or ask someone who has experience.

You want a cuddly pet? Chinchillas are not for you. They tolerate some soft petting, and love cheek and neck scritches, but they generally dont like to be held of hugged.

Since chinchillas are pretty energetic, they need to get out of their cage at least 30 minutes every day, personally, I spend from 30 minutes to 1 hour and a half every day with my Chin

Make sure the room is Chinchilla-proofed. And when you think you have it, check again.

These lil shits will jump, scutter and try to make trouble. They chew wires, leather purses, footwear, foam, paper, including wallpaper, cardboard, sometimes plastic and metal, too. I caught mine chewing the walls stucco after he ripped some of the wallpaper off. They are small, and most of their mass is fur, so they can fit in most holes and spaces in your room. Dont be deceived. Their fluff lies.

On top of that they will use any and everything to get to the higher ends of the room. Nice shelf you have there, mind if I jump on your shoulder, then on to your desk and THEN parkour my way to it in less than 2 seconds? 

What about the bathroom? you ask. Be prepared for them to take a stroll on your sink and in to you bathtub or shower, don’t forget to close the toilet seat and keep all your cleaners and dangerous stuff off from their tiny paws, and then, check again.

They are born troublemakers.

Ok, play time is over. Now what? How do I make them come back to the cage?

There is a method I Call P&P. Patience and Peanuts.

Step 1 Keep your treats in a jar. And give them some of those treats every once in a while, for about the first week or two after you brough them in to your home. In this period of time they wont get play time. And if they are already used to playtime, sorry buds, you gotta learn this first.

They’ll eventually associate Noise of jar opening = Treats

Now you are good to go.

Step 2

Patience. The first play times may be longer than youd expect. Maybe 2 hours, maybe 3. Whys this? Chinchillas dont really like to be inside their tiny cage and would rather spend all their time in this new place they can jump, run and play. But, maybe sometimes, theyll return to their cage. Thats fine. Do not close the door.

They need to understand that just because they are inside the cage, you are not going to stop play time.

Wait for this to happen the more the better. If they dont run off as soon as you approach the cage, you can give them a treat through the bars, you want the door space free.

Once you are bored and a long time has passed, you chins feel they can go inside and out all they want, wait for them to step inside If you are in a super hurry, try to encourage them with treats or gentle hand movements.

Then, once inside, reward them, use this distraction to close the door.

Step 3

Repeat untill... well, a month of so.

Step 4

Now stand next to the spot you give them the treats and open the jar. You should now have your chins inside the cage ready to be given the treats.  Close the door and reward.

Step 5 Youve successfully trained your chinchillas to come when called by the sound of a jar of treats.

Theres obviously more methods, but this is the one I use, mostly because it just developed naturally.

After playtime, they need to rest and do other chinchilla things. You? you have to clean after them. Chinchillas pee inside the cage usually in a set spot, but they poo everywhere. On your bed, on your chair, your desk, your everything where they have been. They are poo machines, they dont stink and they are hard, so they are not too gross, but its still poo, so... clean it, please.

Talking about personal hygene, Chinchillas need Dust/Sand baths At the very LEAST once a Week. two or three are preferred. And no, not normal sand nor dust will do, it has to be Chinchilla Dust or Chinchilla Sand because their skin is fragile and HAS to be specific for chinchillas. Yes or Yes.

Oh, ok, why don’t i leave the dust/sand inside the cage so they can bath whenever they want? Because:

A) If they bath too much, their skin will dry and will occasionate troublesome dermal illnesses

B) Sometimes they pee and poo in there. And they will roll in it. Ew.

Please dont leave the sand bath in.

They don’t usually spend a lot of time bathing, 10 minutes will be enough. Or... when they get bored. The Bathtub needs to be sturdy enough so when they roll, it wont get topped, thats it. Top cover for reduced sand spreading is optional, it works, but you will still get sand everywhere around your chin.

Also, beware, even if you put a little bit of sand or dust, it will go floof and up in to the air, and then, down in to your floor/clothing/whatever.

If you are allergic to dust or have respiratory issues wear a mask or something if your Chin likes to make a mess.

To clean the “bathtub” you can scoop the poop and the unusual pee with something and re-use the sand untill you notice it is getting clumped or dirty.

Alright, day one is over, you head to sleep. Its 5am. Dead quiet. The lights are off, you are in your sweetest dream, eating a pizza. And then, when you least expect it, Hell breaks loose, delivering to your ears, the roar of 100 demons. Adorable little demons

They are not dying, they are scared of... something. If you just got your Chin it’s most likely the new enviroment and all the new stuff. Mine has been with me for a year and something now and while he doesn’t bark as much, sometimes he gives me a small heart attack when I’m in bed. Once a month, maybe, they don’t do this often.

And finally, let me reiterate:

They are smarter than what you may think.

Don’t let them decieve you.

Those bug eyed, big eared, fluffy little creatures know what to do, and how to do so that they always win.