#like a bear cave with dolls

[itsriyokuma]

Doll customizing looks so cursed sometimes

[thetxtdevil]

TXT as Sonny Angels 🪽

What would you do with your little angel?

content: nsfw/mdni, dollification, soft dom.fem.reader, subby txt, kinda body worshipping

Yeonjun 🐤

"Do you like when I dress you up?" You say as you wrap the yellow chick hat over Yeonjun's freshly dyed black hair. His eyes were smiling watching you tie the ends of the hat under his chin.

"There's nothing much you dressed me in." His hands grab your hips pushing them towards his naked hips. You shake your head and Yeonjun loosens his grip. He is supposed to be your sweet angel staying still and patient, not someone to show his neediness.

You pat his delicate shoulders adorned with a pale yellow baby tee matching his hat. Your finger lightly graze over his arms to his exposed stomach. All Yeonjun could do was whimper and stand their like a good angel he is. You hum watching his little dick get erected from the lingering touches. Smiling up at his strict face, noticing the slightest bite on his plush lip.

Yeonjun's stiff posture weakens when he feels your hand wrap around his dick stroking him slowly. You study every small reaction that he tries to hide. "You do so well for me, don't you angel?" The puppy like whine that seeps through Jjun's lips has you clenching around nothing. But since he was being such a good boy you instead give the boy more attention going down on your knees, hands splayed on his naked lower half.

Soobin 🐇

"What do you want to be today? A cute wolf? A strawberry?" You ask as you search throughout the closet filled with the many different themed hats.

"Bunny!"

"Aw angel you know I don't like that hat because the ears don't stay up." Soobin's heart-shaped lips turn into a pout making you cave in and find the pink bunny ears. His face instantly brightens watching you walk towards him granting his wishes. You raise the hat snugging on top of his head, you hands drift down cupping his face. With a small peck of his lips, you bring your attention back to the ears. You tilt your head in thought trying to figure out how to keep them upright. Soobin's face blushes getting turned on by your face in deep thought. "Lay down angel."

The tall man does what he is told, comfortably laying flat on the bed. You scoot back to his face, kissing those heart lips every time you fondle with the long bunny ears. Soobin watches your face light up when you see the bunny hat look as you wanted. Standing tall like the cute bunny Soobin is. Your eyes drift over his body noticing something else standing tall. Upright and pink like his bunny ears you give Soobin another peck on his lips before bouncing on his dick.

Beomgyu 🐻

The man under you whines which pulls you out of your focused state, "What is it baby boy?"

"My hair is fine just fuck me already."

Beomgyu was the one to suggest to have him play doll and be used by you. However, it seems that he forgot how much a perfectionist you were when it came to dressing him up. Standing in front of him you fit a bear hat on his head, his bangs got in the way of his eyes. You kept pushing them back into the hat only to have a strand find itself out. "Maybe I need to get closer."

You bend your knees placing them on the sides of his hips, now straddling the man. He sat there, breath quickening when he felt little friction against his hard cock. "Jus' let me..." you sigh taking his hat off completely starting over. Combing your fingers through his blond hair has Beomgyu's eyes rolling in the back of his head. You notice his pleasure by the little action making you smile leaning your head down to kiss his bobbing adams apple.

You start to roll your hips giving friction he wants until you stop. The whine from the man was pathetic, but you had to free yourself from your clothes and finish putting his hat on. His puppy eyes on you paired with pouty lips waiting until you were done. You line his angry red tip to your entrance focusing on the faint transition of pout to smile on Beomgyu's lips.

Taehyun 🐱

"Uhh yeah I'm not doing that." No matter how much you ask and beg for your boyfriend to become a life sized Sonny Angel, he just doesn't seem to get your vision. He doesn't want to submit to the idea of being fully naked with just a silly animal hat on. "Fine, how about I dress you up."

Taehyun sighs, his big eyes drifting somewhere else other than you. He never says "no" so you run to the closet and pick and outfit. "I expect you to be undressed when I come back." You call out and to much of your surprise he's there naked, just barely dropped his pants. A smirk displays your face, checking out his hot muscular body. Unfolding the clothes you bend down having Taehyun slip his feet into the shorts you picked out. Then you slip a crop top over the man's head before putting a hat on his head with pointed ears.

The short's waistband was loose hanging dangerously low. Taehyun instinctively grabs it but you quickly stopping him from pulling them up. Stepping back admiring the outfit, Taehyun's lips curl noticing your eyes glued on his exposed abs. Your hands raise up to his shoulders leading him to lay down on the bed.

Undressing yourself making you the naked form instead of him, you straddle his waist. Taehyun gasps feeling your wet pussy against his rigid skin. His hands find themselves attached to your hips only for you to pull them away. Just because he didn't want to be a fully exposed doll doesn't mean he's not your doll for you to control.

Huening Kai

"y/n I-i don't know..." Kai says with his hands covering himself. He stands there with nothing on other than a penguin hat.

"Aww come on Kai you look so good." You coo, running your hands down his arms, "let me see all of you."

A blush creeps up on Kai's face. You would have stopped back when you started dating, but you knew that Kai has this new found confidence that you wanted him to relish in. He repositions his hands away from his groin standing proud for you. Stepping back to admire his muscular build, you lick your lips in hunger. "There you go show off that body, angel."

A small giggle comes from the tall man making your eyes lift up to his face. Your soft smile warms his insides and he waits for you to come to him. Cupping his face, fingers lacing through the chin strap of the hat, you pull Kai into a deep kiss. A kiss turning into a heated make-out session and your hands explore the body you're obsessed with.

"Now do you want to show me what your body can do?" The boy's eyes brighten, pleading you to let him have you. Lifting your leg, your bare pussy under your skirt was barely visible for your doll. A deep groan rumbles up from his chest when he feels his free dick slipping into your cunt.

A nuisance,

TxT's Devil 👼

taglist: @naoristerling, @inkigayocamman, @incogrio

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Lucifer

For Him:

He loves it when you call him anything super cheesy. Add some heart and soul to it, and he is obsessed.

Call him cringy things like Stud Muffin, Sugar Bear, and Honey Pie. He is so into it.

He will 100% melt if you call him princess. His kryptonite is you two lounging in bed playing with his hair while you call him your sweet boy or princess.

His hard no's are anything super vulgar that borderline comes off as sexual.

He wants to keep your relationship sweet and adoring until you get to bed.

For You:

He immediately goes for Duck, Ducky, or Duckling. He just can't help it. You remind him of his second favorite thing.

If he gets out of his ducky phase, which, let's face it, he won't. He likes to use names like Doll, Buttercup, and Baby.

He loves to call you his Queen or King just because he wants you to know how serious he is about sharing everything with you.

He won't call you princess; he has reserved that for Charlie, and he would really hate for a 'pass the salt' moment between you and his kid.

He can't wait for the day he gets to call you mommy or daddy, though, in a nonsexual way.

Adam

For Him:

Adam LOVES when you call him God. As blasphemes as it is, it fuels his ego to the extreme.

He also likes the classic babe, baby, and honey. However, he wouldn't mind a private, memorable name.

He doesn't like to be overly gushy in public, so in private, you can get away with calling him something snuggly, like Teddy Bear or Honey Muffin.

A hard no for him is anything derogatory; as funny as it is, since he is the king of derogatory remarks, he doesn't know how to take the heat back.

He is a certified Lover Boy and will melt if you call him so, well, only if no one else is around.

For You:

Of course, we got the classic Adam phrases we all know and love Bitch, Baby Cakes, Sugar tits, and Baby.

However, he is unafraid to publicly call you things like his treasure, angel, or princess.

He will 100% call you a simp and Lover in the same sentence to throw you off guard.

He wont call you anything derogatory in the bed room though unless you ask for it, he feels like your alone time in the bed room is meant for him to worship you not hurt you.

He loves it when you let him call you his goddess and other high-paying names.

Vox

For Him:

He is an old timey classics guy, he is in love with Baby, Honey, and Sugar like no other.

When it is just you two alone he never wants to hear his legal government name leave your mouth

As for in public its a little odd because he does have a persona but also just look at you your his everything

He hates anything overly sweet it is very gross to him when you drop a BooBooBear or a Hunk-A-Lunk just say normal shit

He loves when you call him the light of your life though makes him feel like he is doing good by you

For You:

He wants to keep the old-timey feel for you, too, but he may get a little creative. It's casual, babe, baby, and honey, but he may add in a pumpkin cupcake or princess.

He has no problem using pet names for you 24/7, even in the public eye. He has to show who owns you, after all.

When you are alone, he will use just a simple babe to get your attention because he wants to be soft and mundane with you.

He won't call you any crazy names, either. He finds them distasteful, but if you asked, he may find it in his heart to cave in.

Thrives when you call him daddy as much as when you let him call you mommy.

Husk

For Him:

Certified Daddy Energy. Call him Daddy or Papi, and he melts like putty in your hands.

He also loves it when you call him other things, like baby or babe; those are classics that keep him going.

He doesn't mind the overly cringe-worthy nicknames that are long for no reason. Generally, the longer, the better because it eventually makes him laugh.

He refuses to be called anything relating to a cat, no whiskers, kitten, or kitty. He hears it from Al but wants to avoid hearing it from you.

If you call him something super sentimental, like the love of my life or my other half, he is a weak man.

For You:

He worships you and the ground you walk on because he believes you deserve so much better and will leave.

You are God, Goddess, Princess, Prince, King, Queen, or any high official title to make you feel good.

He loves hitting you with super sentimental pet names that show how much he cares about you.

He won't call you anything super mushy; it just isn't him. Though he likes how creative you get, he isn't much for it.

He loves calling you mommas or mommy when you two are out and about.

[mickandmusings]

anticipation

pairing: indiana jones x f!reader

word count: 1.7k

summary: indy and y/n, history professors and close friends, are sent out on the hunt for an ancient gold amulet somewhere near cairo. hitting a stroke of luck, they find all the clues leading to the prize inside a cave, making indy's usual grumpy demeanor turn soft. however, as night falls on the desert, the pair find themselves taking shelter from a sandstorm in the cave, where they realize that the real prize was never any artifact.

warnings: fluffy, slight age gap (idk I imagined the reader to be at least like five or six years younger than Indy??) indy's typically gruff attitude (and gooey middle), clumsy reader, author loves history but isn't as well versed in ancient history so bear with inaccuracy

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"Sweetheart, what the hell're you doing?" Indy's voice resounded through the empty cave both he and Y/N were walking in. Well, were walking in, til his partner stopped and dropped to the floor, her lantern close to the wall.

"Indy, come look, there's markings," Y/N's reply was smart, though she stumbled on a loose rock as she crouched down, nearly toppling over, but gained her balance and smiled at Indy. "I didn't fall that time!"

Indiana huffed out a small chuckle as he walked over to look at her discovery. After the past few years of bringing Y/N along, he'd grown used to her clumsy nature, spending most of his time helping her off of sandy ground or helping her limp along on a twisted ankle from a particularly nasty fall. If it were anyone else, Indy would grumble and leave them behind, but Y/N was the exception to nearly every one of Indiana's rules.

"Smart girl," Indy's voice echoed as his hands lightly brushed against the wall. Y/N felt her face fill with a red blush at Indy's compliment, even if he didn't mean it the way she wanted him to. Y/N's growing crush on her older coworker had started the moment she'd moved into the classroom across the hall from him. She had been intimidated at first, being the only female professor in the history hall. She had expected Dr. Jones to be just as avoidant of her as the others, but he had been the opposite. He had been dapper in his neat suit and bowtie, his studious glasses making him appear approachable. He had smiled and introduced himself, and the rest had been history-literally. The two would wave at each other down the hallway, swap conversation between classes and at lunch, and share books back and forth. Their at-work talks led to Indy inviting her to dinner (as friends, of course) and both of them grading papers in Indy's living room. After a year or so working side by side, Indy quickly realized that Y/N had an appetite for adventure, just like him. He'd invited her on a small dig that summer, and she'd been his right-hand ever since. Their easy friendship had quickly become the talk of the college, by teachers and students alike. Rumors floated through the air, talks of affairs and secret relationships, but none of them were true. Indy and Y/N were nothing more than friends and coworkers, as much as both parties wished they were more.

"Are those the ones you were looking for? The ones from the book?" Y/N's voice cut through Indiana's focus. Indiana's hazel eyes looked into hers, his heart skipping a beat. Her optimistic face warmed his heart. Despite all of the hell the girl had gone through on adventures with him, she still got excited when he brought her along on another.

"Yeah, yeah they are." Indy pulled the aged paper from his pocket, unfolded it and held it against the wall-the two were a perfect match. "We're in the right place, doll, just gotta find that damn amulet."

For the rest of daylight, Y/N and Indy move quickly through the dark cave, most times in tight quarters with one another. Indy is secretly in agony: every brush of her hand against his own, or his front pressed against her back in particularly small spaces sets his skin ablaze, and when her eyes light up at her findings or a narrow escape? Indy all but pulls her in for a heated kiss. The duo makes great time finding the amulet and pulling themselves back out, all limbs intact with minimal cuts and bruises, and Indy is grinning as the jewel shines in Y/N's hand. His shirt is ripped and there's a cut that needs cleaning across his neck, but his demeanor is spirited. He slings an arm around Y/N, making her heart skip a beat.

"Can't believe we made it out of that one, huh, sweetheart?" His voice is laced with a laugh, his other hand holding out the lantern that lights their way out. It's drawing towards sundown, and Indy and Y/N are quickly making their way towards the mouth of the cave they've been in for a number of hours.

"I wouldn't have made it out if it weren't for you, Jones. When I fell through that last trap door, I thought I was done." Y/N sighs when she catches a glimpse of the opening of the cave, ready to curl back into the bed she shared with Indy at Sallah's. Her muscles were aching, and she longed for a shower and a good night's sleep before their journey back home tomorrow. As they got closer to the front of the cave, Y/N's good mood deflated. She peered out the opening from a few feet distance.

"Indy, there's no way we're getting out of here. That sandstorm could take down a building, we won't last ten minutes."

Indiana stands behind her, peering over her head to look out the opening. He, too, sighed and let out a deep exhale, his hazel eyes darting across at the scene.

"Yeah, you're right. We'll have to anchor here 'til it passes."

Y/N sighs, dropping onto the cave floor and plopping against the wall. Indy watches her movements-he could tell she was tired, her body aching.

"You alright, Y/N/N?"

Y/N cuts her eyes up to Indy's, sympathy pooling in his irises.

"M'fine, just tired. Dreaming of a shower and our bed back at Sallah's if I'm honest."

Indy plops down next to her, planting their lantern on the ground in front of them.

"God, me too, sweetheart. Starting to think I'm getting too old for all of this."

Y/N rolls her eyes and lets out a chuckle as she leans her head on Indy's shoulder, feeling much more comfortable with Indiana's protection over her. Silence fell amongst the pair, and Y/N felt her eyes droop. She quickly popped them back open, knowing that she probably shouldn't be sleeping in a cave such as this one. Indy catches her tired actions and pulls her into his arms, making a blush appear on Y/N's face. She looks up at him with a face of slight confusion.

"Sleep, I'll keep watch."

Any other time, Y/N would have protested, arguing that she shouldn't let her guard down, that danger could still lurk in every corner. Today, however, she was too tired to even form a rebuttal, and let her eyes close as Indy's warmth lulled her to sleep. Indy sat leisurely, looking out the mouth of the cave, hoping that the sand storm would quickly dissipate, but his longing was in vain, it only seemed to rage. He, too, found himself dozing off, his mind only comprehending the sound of Y/N's deep breaths. He lifted the hat from his head onto the top of his face to block the light from their lantern, and fell fast asleep.

Neither of the pair woke for several hours, even when the sandstorm had passed, which worried Sallah. He worried his dear friends were stuck in a cave somewhere, or had been captured by their enemies. When he finally stumbled through the opening of the dark cave and saw the sleeping figures of Indy and Y/N, he let out a boisterous laugh that echoed off the walls. It startled both halves of the couple, Y/N jumping in Indy's arms as Indy's arms covered her protectively. Even as the couple registered their friend's presence, Indy's arms never let go of Y/N. He helped her stand and got them both out of the cave, following Sallah back home.

Back at Sallah's, Indy lets Y/N have the first go of the shower, leading to light teasing from Sallah and his wife. Both of them were aware of Indiana's feelings toward his fellow professor, and often poked fun at him because of it. When Y/N returned from her shower to their shared bedroom, hair still wet and dressed in one of Indiana's oversized button-downs, Indiana felt his heart stop. There was no way he could lie leisurely next to her without his feelings rising to the surface. She tossed her towel into a nearby basket, digging through her duffel bag for her hairbrush. As she moved across the room, she could feel Indiana's eyes on her, causing her face to bloom in a deep blush.

"I can feel you watching me, Indy. Is something wrong?"

Indiana shook his head, ditching his dingy hat onto a nearby table as he ran a hand through his hair. His throat felt dry, and Indiana became unnaturally nervous.

"Uh, no, just-shirt looks good on you."

Y/N blushes further, the brush in her hair stopping momentarily. She looks up at Indy, his hazel eyes warm, a small, albeit nervous, smile flashing across his face.

"Thanks. For the compliment, and letting me borrow it," she smiles, glancing over at him again. Her eyes catch the line of red under his chin and she remembers the deep cut he'd sustained. "That cut, on your neck, did you patch it? It's deep, Indy."

"Oh, no, kind of forgot about it."

Y/N shakes her head, grabbing the few first aid items she'd brought along from her bag. She motioned for Indy to sit on the chair in the corner of the room as she came close, looking into his eyes as she began to clean his cut. Indy's hands came to rest on her waist, an action that had Y/N's mind blanking, her hands still as she simply stared down at him. Neither of them said a word, but Indiana stood from his seat, his hands resting on either side of her face. The two hovered in one another's space, Y/N waiting in anticipation.

"Are you gonna kiss me or not, Jones?" Y/N whispered with a sly grin. Indy shook his head and finally connected their lips, melting into a heated kiss. Her hands came to his hair, pulling him closer, as his hands fell dangerously low on her back. Indy pulls away, looking at Y/N with a knowing look. His nose brushes against hers, his lips almost grazing her skin as he speaks.

"Did you offer to patch me up so you could seduce me, Y/N/N?"

Y/N chuckles, chastely kissing his lips.

"Hm, maybe," she smiles a wide smile up at Indy, who lets out a breathy chuckle of his own, pulling her closer by her hips. He places another smothering kiss on her lips, followed by a sly smirk as he speaks.

"Smart girl."

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[sillylotrpolls]

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[sad-ghost-of-garbage]

Nicknames with the Lost Boys

Affectionate and Goofy nicknames for and from the boys

Author: SadGhostofGarbage Warnings: this is a crackfic! It’s only semi serious. There is some NSFW headcannons so MDNI!

David:

David’s nicknames for reader: Kitten, Kitty, Kit Cat, Doll face, Beloved, and My Queen (Yes even as a male reader, David believes himself the King so naturally his partner is his other half despite gender. He regards his partner as the chess Queen to his King; here is a lil blurb of how I see the conversation going, the first time it happens.

Male reader x David: “Um David, why did you call me your Queen? I am a whole grown ass man?” “Beloved, you are the most important piece on my chess board, since I'm clearly the King, you are my other half.” The bastard has the audacity to say condescendingly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You do realize that means I should be protecting you right?” That wipes the smirk right off his face, and he narrows his eyes at you. “Absolutely not happening”. He says with teeth grit in a firm line. “You are not putting yourself in any danger ever.” “Then by chess standards that makes you the Queen”. It was your turn for the shit eating grin, the expression on his face was priceless. It is definitely one of your favorite ways to tease him from that moment on. If however it causes you discomfort he will refrain from using it. But that doesn’t mean you can’t still tease him with it. You will be punished accordingly after every instance you jokingly call him “my Queen”, but teasing him is half the fun. Side note, Paul tries to help by suggesting you combine the two, “One of you can be, Quee-ing, and the other can be Ki-een. BOOM! Problem solved, you’re welcome!” Spoiler… It does not solve the problem.

Things that David secretly loves being called, its a “secret” because he “doesn’t do nicknames”: Handsome, Cowboy, My King, My one, My love, basically anything that has a possessive edge implying that David is readers everything (Daddy loves to be needed)

Things reader (and the boys) call him that he “hates”: Daviey (Paul’s go to mostly), Marko calls him Daddy as if he were confessing to a Catholic priest during confession; “Daddy I’ve been naughty” instead of “forgive me father for I have sinned”. Chaos ensues and you will catch David chasing Marko around the cave on multiple occasions for this very reason. David won’t admit out loud that he’s okay with his partner calling him Daddy but he does prefer Sir, but if it revs your engines then he will graciously allow you to call him Daddy. Moral of the story… David is a butthead.

Names David actually hates being called: Baby, And any nickname that is overly obnoxious like : Stud muffin, or Pookie.

Dwayne:

Dwayne’s nicknames for reader; Darling, Sweetheart, Baby/Babygirl/Babyboy (if it is Babyboy, just know Paul is jealous), Mama or Nobi for a non gendered version (of a parental name that both he and Laddie call a parental figure reader), Prince/Princess/Princex

Dwayne’s nicknames from the reader and the boys, they are all fair game for D-man: Papa, Big man, D, Snuggle bear, Big Cat, Baby Daddy

Nicknames that are affectionate when it comes from reader, and jokingly when coming from the boys: Gigantus, Tall Dark and Dracula, Skater boy, Dork

Paul:

Paul’s nicknames for Reader: Sugar, babe, bug, Beautiful/Handsome/Gorgeous, Hot Stuff, My cute lil capri sun! If you're still human. Bit will continue to call you that after you become a vamp as well, he just likes biting. (fun fact I looked up when capri-sun came out, the answer? 1969! its cannon!)

Paul’s nicknames from reader and the boys: Paulie, Puppy, Pretty boy, jellybelly~ Paul got high af and cried because his blood wasn’t jelly bean flavored after he ate 12 bags of them. “I wanna be a jellybean damn it” 😭 NSFW: I saw a post going around about sucking Paul’s dick and my brain went… ah a Paulie pop… and now it lives rent free in my head so have that too

Marko:

Marko’s nicknames for reader: Angel, Dove, Love, precious one, Sunshine, Tesoro / my treasure (if you headcannon him as an Italian, as many do 😉) the Juliet to his Romeo if you're a fem reader (until you point out that Juliet was like 13 and Romeo was 16. And comparing your love to that of children was not as romantic as he assumed it was. Those names quickly get abandoned)

Nicknames for Marko: Cassanova, Italian Stallion, Stud, Angel (the first time reader calls him angel you both argue over who gets to call the other angel, and it ends with an intervention from David. “You are both little devils, you brats!” you both continue to call each other angel, and David continues to call you both little devils.)

Nicknames that will get get you (or the boys) in trouble and not the good kind: Cherub, bird boy.

side note, I'd love to hear what nicknames you guys think the boys like being called and call their partners

Taglist: @ria-coolgirl, @britany1997, @henhouse-horrors. If you want added to my Lost Boys taglist lemme know!

[phoenixcatch7]

Kintsukuroi

'What if I put a clock pendulum in my torso' was the sort of question Bruce had come to expect when visiting Oracle.

"Pendulums are dependant on a stable base," he replied, because the last time he'd assumed they were being unserious Tim had tried to fit a chemistry test lab in his mouth and accidentally leaked the fumes through his mask.

"It'd be so aesthetic though," said Barbara, not looking up from the dozen screens she was surrounded by. "Listen. It would look so cool - Spoiler, robbery on fifth and main - Especially if I put a clock face over my heart."

"I thought you were trying to fit a super computer in it?"

"I was, but progress is slow. It's hard to fit it and enough padding to protect it plus leave enough room for ventilation. If I add the pendulum I might at least get inspiration." She gave a heavy sigh and pushed away from the desk, gliding in her chair to where her doll body was resting on a table, the glue separating the two halves of the smashed torso still glistening. Bruce followed, peering over her at the many scanners and wires hooked into it, flashing and beeping.

"Any luck?" he asked, and they both knew he wasn't talking about the computer anymore.

"Nothing."

He squeezed her shoulder, and she leant into it. They stayed there for a long moment.

"I just don't understand!" Barbara finally burst out, hands clenching on her chair arms. "I glued nearly every single piece back together! I made sure every splinter I could find went exactly where it should! I know the contract is still there. She's worked with more missing pieces before. But she's just not responding!"

"It's not you," Bruce soothed. "You've more than enough determination and strength to puppet, and we know the human body's state doesn't affect performance."

"That's the thing!" Barbara threw her hands up angrily, nearly smacking Bruce in the face. There was a chatter over comms, and both reached for their own. "One second," she said tightly, and wheeled back into the glow of the monitors. "Copy. BW, you're nearest? Thanks. Try and avoid the sniper this time. Wing, backup is in five."

She muted again and spun around, pinning Bruce with a heavy stare. "Is there anything, anything you can think of? We've - nothing I've tried has worked."

"Well...." He trailed off, one hand coming up to rub at the chin of his mask - a quiet night meant the opportunity to forgo the practical but muffling gas mask for his favoured plain black.

It was far from the first time a doll had been horrifically damaged. The incident with Bane came to mind - Batman had been in a very similar condition, body shorn clean in two and tossed to opposite corners. It was an awful memory, but the expression on Bane and the audience's faces as his bloodless body fell apart like a rotting tree trunk and then kept moving was a silver lining he'd always treasure.

But he'd been repaired and back on his feet in weeks, if bearing the incandescent fury of the doll for several more. It had been months for Barbara, and still nothing was happening.

"There's something we're missing, and I doubt it's on your side."

"I know THAT-"

"Listen," he demanded, and her jaw clicked shut mutinously. "There's something we're not seeing. Batgirl is in no shape to demand it herself, it seems. So its inaction is something we can't fully rely on."

"You've got the most experience with the dolls of all of us. Can you.. I don't know, sense anything?"

"Nothing more than the usual, with the Patriarch Doll, but we might get more if we return to the doll house -"

"No." Barbara interrupted again, but Bruce did not take offence. "She's not going anywhere. She doesn't want to head back to the cave."

Oh?

"She doesn't want to, or she doesn't care to?"

"I say she doesn't."

Interesting. This was likely a case of the doll exerting its will. The bats were well versed in avoiding the few lines their wooden bodies drew in the sand, treating them with the wary respect one would give a favorite blade or a highly trained attack dog. They could work together, share the highs and lows of life with them, but never get complacent. The dolls were forever a foreign, inhuman presence, and as with all wild creatures they would never be so arrogant as to assume full understanding. For Barbara to so strongly decide for the doll meant she was most likely not the only one deciding.

Which meant the solution would not be found in the cave.

"Perhaps there are upgrades she wishes to have?"

Oracle paused.

"Maybe," she conceded. "But there's practically a limitless amount of things I could do, and I wouldn't know where to start. And I could more easily do them when she's up and walking."

Not that then. If the doll wanted something to change but not receive upgrades or heal, than what?

... Not heal.

Batman hurried to the table. Oracle watched him with hawk eyes, but another call on the comms turned her away with a final warning glance.

Recovering every single splinter from a damaged wooden object and perfectly reattaching it was nigh impossible on a good day, never mind in the dead of night with a moving target. The dolls always returned to the cave to regenerate scratches and nicks they couldn't buff out, or accepted plaster to transmute with whatever supernatural power guided them.

The batgirl on the table, divested of all covering and armour, was still as chipped and scuffed as the day nightwing recovered last splinter.

The pieces fell into place.

"She doesn't want to be perfectly rebuilt," he realised. "She doesn't want the damage to disappear as it normally does... She wants it to remain visible. A different type of repair, then."

Oracle spun in her wheelchair to face him.

"Why?" she asked, something sharp in her eyes. Bruce chose his next words carefully.

"Perhaps she thinks such damage doesn't need to be hidden away," he said, slowly, and didn't comment when she turned away. Though she put on a strong face, and the doctors had recently released her full time, it would be a long time until the young hero was able to truly heal her mind.

"She doesn't need to do that for me. She's just causing me trouble."

"I don't think she is," he tried. "Dolls tend to reflect their puppeteer even after they accept us. You can't deny your trajectory has been changed."

They both sent a significant look to the enormous super computer taking up the wall.

"You've said you almost feel better able to protect Gotham now, with your reach and skills. Do you really feel that way?"

"I - I don't -" her mouth worked silently, and Bruce waited. "I mean I guess... But a part of me always assumed it'd be temporary, you know? Once I fixed batgirl.. It'd all return to normal." Her voice wobbled, and Bruce didn't hesitate to crouch before her, wrapping her in a long armed hug. She buried herself in his chest, regardless of the chilled metal.

"It's okay if you don't," he whispered into her hair, and held her as she shook. "I'm just throwing ideas around."

"I do though," she rasped. "I think I do feel that way. There's so much that can't be solved by violence, and it feels good to be out there but... I think I can help even more people, this way."

"That's good," he praised, "that's good. You can do whatever you set your mind to."

"You stole that from a parenting book verbatim."

"It's applicable to the current situation."

"Fine," she sighed, and pushed him away to roughly scrub at her eyes. "I'll give the doll another chance. Find some glitter glue or something, I don't know."

"Any materials you need will be provided," he promised. "I wouldn't recommend glitter glue or our usual tar."

He moved to pat her on the hair as the emotions of the moment faded, making sure to keep his unsheathed claws out of her hair.

"Once you fix her, though, I would recommend you puppet the doll during night hours still," he told her. "It wouldn't be good to put your body through twenty hour days."

"I've got a good system set up for now, but thank, B-man."

The computer dinged with another alert, and oracle spun to squint at it with a muffled curse, typing furiously. Batman escaped to the other side of the room, where the folders he'd originally come looking for lay. She waved, distracted, as he left, and although the doll could not smile, he could feel it on his face all the same.

@puppetmaster13u I summon thee dear mutual ^^

[ambi-kiko]

tma music tma music tma music

please reblog with your own! i need it (:

also im more than willing to elaborate on any of em, just ask! (i have much to yell about)

for bitchard, we have:

kiss me, son of god (they might be giants)

i'm gonna win (rob cantor)

blood & money (the orion experience, orion, linda XO)

ruler of everything (tally hall)

BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA (will wood)

community gardens (the scary jokes, louie zong)

the main character (will wood)

your body, my temple (will wood)

laplace's angel (hurt people? hurt people!) (will wood)

saint bernard (lincoln)

welcome to the internet (bo burnham)

all eyes on me (or3o)

my ordinary life (the living tombstone)

cabinet man (lemon demon)

peter x elias (for my frenchies out there <33)

marine marchande (les cowboys fringants)

ok dont judge me too much i had to have smth for them ((: plus its not that unrelated

next! martin

a better son/daughter (rilo kiley)

12 feet deep (the front bottoms)

things to do (alex g)

be nice to me (the front bottoms)

step on me (the cardigans)

heart for brains (roar)

mama (my chemical romance)

summer child (conan gray)

hello my old heart (the oh hellos)

i cant handle change (roar)

against the kitchen floor (will wood)

least favorite only child (leanna firestone)

sharpener (cavetown)

empty bed (cavetown)

life's a beach (bears in trees)

jmart ((:

no children (the mountain goats)

the moon will sing (the crane wives)

euthanasia (will wood)

as the world caves in (matt maltese)

the truth (the front bottoms)

balade à toronto (jean leloup)

doctor (jack stauber)

apocalypse (cigarettes after sex)

talk to you (ricky Montgomery)

cabo (ricky montgomery)

meteor shower (cavetown)

juliet (cavetown)

feel better (penelope scott)

would you be so kind (dodie)

two birds (regina spektor)

line without a hook (ricky Montgomery)

and jon, ofc <3 i rly dont have enough for him ):

body terror song (AJJ)

downhill (Lincoln)

montreal (penelope scott)

ramblings of a lunatic (bears in trees)

its called: freefall (rainbow kitten surprise)

chin music for the unsuspecting hero (foster the people)

love, me normally (will wood)

dinner is not over (jack stauber's micropop)

also melanie! dont have that many but she deserves the mention (:

saturn suv (fredo disco)

brave as a noun (AJJ)

tongues & teeth (the crane wives)

wreaking ball (mother mother)

we fell in love in october (girl in red)

and just random songs with tma vibes (other characters, ships, dread powers, etc)

underground (cody fry)

hand me my shovel, i'm going in! (will wood)

terry's taxidermy (teddy hyde)

cotard's solution (will wood and the tapeworms)

amnesia was her name (lemon demon)

memento mori: the most important thing in life is death (will wood)

skeleton appreciation day in vestal, n.y. (will wood)

icicles (the scary jokes)

puppet boy (devo)

oh ana (mother mother)

i dont smoke (mitski)

choke (I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME)

thermodynamic lawyer esq, G.F.D (will wood and the tapeworms)

sorry haha i fell asleep (egg)

despair (leo)

stuff is way (they might be giants)

baby teeth (baby bugs)

king park (la dispute)

i/me/myself (will wood)

dr. sunshine is dead (will wood and the tapeworms)

amygdala's rag doll (ghost and pals)

little pistol (mother mother)

burning pile (mother mother)

this is home (cavetown)

body (mother mother)

turn the lights off (tally hall)

like real people do (hozier)

im going insane

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

Does Soundwave's human have enough sway to convince him to not blow up earth?

No, unfortunately not

But Soundwave WILL make sure they'd have their own, fun earth themed "park" should the con's plans succeed

He got Shockwave to help. Congratulations, Y/N, you have domesticated bears, and pretty much every other animal. Don't ask how he did it, do not worry about it

The park is huge huge, and includes every single climate on earth, and many animals, at least their favorites, and probably a few extinct ones, too

And, well, the cons fail, but Y/N still has their park because Soundwave loves to spoil them

He also added caves. They're totally safe, he can track their position while they're in there so no getting lost, and he somehow made water breathable. Want to stay underwater for the whole day? Cuz you can

I lost it at the caves because i have this ancient longing in me to just crawl into a cave. I wanna live in a hobbit hole so bad.

But i love this idea of Soundwave and Shockwave spoiling their human and making them a little Earth park. I think this opens some doors to how messed up that would be. Idk if y’all have read Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy but there are definitely some overarching themes regarding Earth between the book and this ask 😏

Essentially Soundwave has his human living in a doll house. Everything is alive and real but it’s not wild like Earth was. It’s designed for his human and I think there would definitely be some survivors guilt with being one of the only if not the only human/earthling left.

My mind went immediately to angst with this one and I don’t really do angst soooooo

When the cons fail and Soundwave’s human still has their park it becomes a lot more fun. Like brb gonna take a nap in this cave with a bear after my shift. The cons being defeated and stuff and Soundwave is just put under house arrest with his human because he doesn’t seem to be getting into any trouble when he’s chilling with them. If he’s not gonna revive the Decepticon movement while he’s giving his human uppies then why get rid of a good thing?

[rate-every-bat]

If you haven't done it already, you should rate the Hoary Bat 💞 They're my favourite and I would love to see your opinion on them

Absolutely, let's do it!

Today's Bat: Hoary Bat

The Hoary Bat has always put me in mind of a little powdered donut. There's an abandoned mining cave that's been turned into a museum and nature preserve in my area, and bat spotters frequently find these frosted babies hanging out there during the summer. I'd really love to spot one in person, but for now, I'll settle for this precious picture:

Environmental Impact: The Hoary Bat has an incredibly wide habitat range across North and Central America, even reaching as far as Hawaii. With such a wide range, it's no surprise that they've split into several subspecies (which is so, so cool). They migrate from north to south in the autumn, or hibernate for short bursts using a "butt blanket" and torpor state to withstand cooler temperatures. Interestingly, they predate several pest species, but have a relatively restricted diet compared to other North American insectivorous bats. These guys also catch rabies fairly frequently, which is another hit to their score here.

🦇🦇🦇/5

Beauty: Oh, these guys are angels. Their wide faces and perfectly round eyes make them look like Precious Moments dolls with wings. Their coats, multi-colored with a delicate white frost, are the peak of winter fashion. I can't think of a single thing that would make these guys more appealing... top marks!

🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇/5

Power: Hoary Bats are largely solitary throughout the year. Upon mating in the autumn, the female retains sperm in her reproductive tract. She'll reserve it all winter, and come spring, she will fertilize her eggs and give birth by early summer. Delayed fertilization allows them to choose whether or not conditions are right to rear young, and controls for their generally lonesome nature. I first learned about this ability with bears, and I continue to find it fascinating. I will have to deduct points from the Power score, however, for their decidedly anti-clean-power stance: their leading cause of mortality is striking wind turbines.

🦇🦇🦇/5

Overall: This upcoming summer, hit your local mine. Maybe you'll find a Hoary Bat... or me, with a camera.

🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇/5

(Today's sources: Animal Diversity Web, Bat Conservation International)

(PS: I couldn't find a convenient spot to mention this, but the Hawaiian Hoary bat is actually endangered. They're the only remaining native land mammal in Hawaii according to the National Parks Service. BCI lists some conservational efforts, which I'd recommend reading up on and advocating for if you're able. Thank you!)

[jackiequick]

7 times they were better parents to Tony than Howard was | Agent Carter Fanfic

~ In other words, Elizabeth Stark and Jason Underwood being an married couple for 5 minutes straight

Pairing: Jason Underwood & Elizabeth Stark

Character mentioned/included: Tony Stark, Howard Stark, Maria Stark, Edwin Jarvis & Ana Jarvis, Hank Pym, The Avengers & Young Avengers, Peggy Carter, Nick Fury, Alexander Pierce, Justin Hammer and etc

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe -> Agent Carter, Iron Man 1-3, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Avengers Age Of Ultron

Summary: Sometimes the best things in life happen when you least expect, such as becoming loving parental figures to a billionaire genius with a cheeky grin.

Note: Jason’s nickname is JJ and Elizabeth’s nickname is Liz

Ship Name: JALIZZY

Slight Warning: A bit of angst but mostly fluff

Click here for the latest fic featuring this family

Click here to see where our leading man fits in the Marvel Universe timeline

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Both were asleep in bed, when little 7 year old Tony walked into the bedroom and climbing into their bed.

Jason woke up first rubbing his eyes and sighed, "Bubba what you doing? We built you a new big boy bed last week.."

"Bad dream.." Said little Tony balling up his fist and getting under the covers, "..and Daddy is out."

"Oh right Momma visiting Aunt Peg for the week.."

"I'm sorry..c-can I stay?"

That moment Elizabeth woke up ruffling her nephew's bed head and yawned, "Sure, Bambino. But you wanna talk about the bad dream first?"

Tony looked down holding his teddy bear and mumbled, "I was in a dark and scary cave with a dragon..and I could not fight him, I was running but there no way to go.."

"Aww sweetie, look it's okay not every dream is gonna be a good one but you're okay. Everything is okay, you hear me?"

" I know..it's okay, b-but I was lost and scared..I did not save the princess..I fail.."

"Oh no sweetie, you didn't fail anyone. It was just a bad dream, there are no dragons here to hurt you."

"But the princess?"

"Maybe you will save her in the next dream."

Jason added with a tired smile, "Or maybe the princess already saved herself? Like auntie Lizzie or auntie Peg. And she's now waiting for you in the dream."

"Really?" Tony asked with a small smile.

"Yeah, sometimes it's the little prince that needs to go on journey to find the princess waiting for him in the end."

"Okay, I am ready to sleep now..and meet the princess."

"Out of curiosity, who was the princess?"

"Her name was Molly."

"Ohh nice name."

Elizabeth cut in with a chuckle, "Yeah very nice! Now we can please go to sleep and save the kingdom tonight in this dream?"

The boys nodded with a smile, cuddling up in bed with the lady of the house.

------

Elizabeth blowing raspberries on Tony's tummy as his giggles filled up the house with laughter. Jason was building up rocking chair in the living room and walked into the kitchen.

Jarvis was making lunch for them.

"Hey babe." He said with a smile, kissing her forehead then gave his nephew one on the cheek.

"Hi dear." She replied with a smile bouncing their nephew in her lap who giggled brightly.

It was a running gag but a sweet one calling each other pet names since the day they met. It went beyond, just them calling each other nicknames Jason called Jarvis's wife, Ana, honey and doll all the time as a term of endearment.

"JJ!" Tony yelled in glee with a toothy grin, as both adults looked their eyes at his silliness.

Something that would carry on once Tony is older is that silly toothy grin of his, no matter what the situation is. Especially his giggles.

Jarvis set the table for them, as Jason rushed over to help him and cutting Elizabeth's food into smaller sizes. Ana joined them soon enough watching all of this in curiosity. However, it confused the British man, once they all sat down to eat.

"Why does Jason need to cut your food, Miss Stark?" Jarvis asked them as he ate.

"Just watch, dear." Ana added, curious knowing she will get an answer.

With Tony's booster seat resting between them. Ana grabs a glass of wine and sits next to her husband. Looking at the kid who are begin to eat but what caught Jarvis's eye was Tony’s other hand gripping Elizabeth’s left hand in a tight grip.

"Aww how adorable." Ana said with a smile eating her chicken.

"It is indeed but what exactly is happening? I might need an explanation." Jarvis questioned with a smile.

"Tony had this new habit where he only can eat if he holds Elizabeth or Maria’s hand. It started a few days ago." Jason explained chuckling as he ate.

"I don't mind it. It keeps him relaxed and allows me to make sure he's doing alright while eating." Elizabeth replied eating with her other hand.

"What happens if you remove your hand?" Ana asked, in love with the way Tony's happily eating.

Elizabeth lets go of Tony's hand and all of them looking at the youngest Stark who started fusing while chewing a piece of meat, one hand starts waving asking for his auntie’s hand.

Elizabeth just let Tony wrap his fingers with her own in the meantime as Ana chuckled and Jarvis snorted with a smile.

"Howard tried it yesterday, removing Tony's hand away from Maria and he just cried. Not pretty." Jason added chuckling.

"It was hilarious!" Elizabeth told them as she snickered, "My brother promised to let him sleep with their room last night, if he stopped. Howard was third wheeling."

------

“Will you please go to sleep now? You're a growing boy, come on please do it Uncle JJ.” Jason sighed and rubbed his own face with his palm.

“No way.” Tony runs “I wan Liz…”

“I give up.” Jason buried his face in the kid’s bed

Jason finally gets up and walks to the living room where his best girl is reading something from her notebook. Watching Tony just dive to her lap startling the woman.

“What the-?” Elizabeth jumped out of reflex “I-shouldn’t you be in bed and counting sheep?”

“I’m not sleepy.” Tony shakes his head.

“Well, I am.” Jason sighed and sat next to Elizabeth looking into her eyes hoping she understood the silent help signal, "No more kids, one is enough.."

That was when Hank Pym called as Elizabeth put him on the speaker and started talking with him as she tried to put her kid to sleep.

"Lizzie is this a bad time?" Hank asked while on the phone, hearing Tony mumbling in the background and Jason's voice muttering something.

"No, Hankie it's fine. Someone's allergic to sleep just like his father, I'll pay you 500 bucks if you can get him to sleep." Elizabeth replied jokingly.

"I'll see what I can do. Do you remember the equation use for invention you and Howard were making?"

"Actually, yeah I do. The one for that android prototype? Yeah I do."

"Good because I thinking we can use for this new formula I was creating."

Both scientists go to work, talking with the equipment and possible new investments they would make that month to present to the others. Laughing and gushing about their week as well.

Jason was napping when he was accidentally smack on the shoulder due to Elizabeth's excitement how on they can improve the formula for the shrink ray.

"Ow!" He shouted softly, being woken up.

"Oh, sorry JJ. I was just, you know." She replied trying to explain with a chuckle.

"I know let me take this little guy off your hands."

"Alright."

Both expected to find Tony still awake on his auntie's lap but he nodding off as they spoke. They chuckled quietly thanking Hank's believing their science talk tired him out or something.

He picked him up as Tony's head rested on his shoulder, his eyes were trying to stay open as he mumbled, "I'm not tired...no sleepy.."

"Oh yes you are, Bubba. Very sleepy." Jason said with a soft chuckle with sighed, "Say night night."

Elizabeth stood up cupping his little face mumbling sweet nothing into his ears as Tony hummed a soft, "..night night."

"Night, my little star." She replied with a soft smile, deciding to help tuck him in.

They tucked in their little boy, turning on the recording on Maria Stark's gentle singing voice as background noise for Tony.

Moments like that, they both wished Howard and Maria were not busy sometimes but they're more than happy to raise the little guy instead.

----

As much as he is their little boy, he is Howard's son and that being said he was a little rebellious at time. Especially in his early teens and his years as an adult..

"Anthony Edward Stark, where the hell you think your going?" Elizabeth asked with her arms crossed and tapped her foot with a glare.

"Out!" Repiled Tony, who was 12 years old at this point with a classic smirk.

"It's Monday afternoon on a school night!"

"So?"

"So you're not heading out to whatever your heading off to! I don't care what it is, Friday it's another thing, I allow it. But Monday, hell no!"

"You're not dad, auntie Liz!"

"And thank god I ain't. Be lucky it ain't Peggy either, why do you want to head out anyway? To act cool with your friends?"

Tony sighed in defeat dramatically dropping the smirk and crossed his arms, "Well no shit. All my friends are doing it."

Jason stepped in after returning home from an getting supplies hearing his nephew, "Please tell you didn't just curse in front of your aunt."

"I just said 'shit'! Relax.." Tony replied with a sigh thinking of something knowing who's the softer parent, "And aunt Liz won't let me go out."

"First off no cursing at your aunt. And second, out where?"

"An party..all my friends will be there!"

"Is it on Friday?"

"Yup! It's on Friday, it's a small party."

Elizabeth scoffed, "No! It's tonight, an silly little stupid party with his friends doing god knows what. God knows if the parents will be there!"

"She's lying! She doesn't want me to have fun this week and stay stuck in this house, only invite to Rhodey or something." Tony shouted.

"Enough!" Jason yelled raising his voice, "I know she ain't lying and that you're the one who is actually lying. You know the rules Tony, no parties or anything on school night like Monday. And something tells me those kids parents don't know they're going to that party."

"B-but that's not fair! I should be allow to go." Tony yelled.

"No you shouldn't and it is fair, she’s saving you for tomorrow. She knows that something off is going on if it's on a Monday, simple as that. Doesn't that sound a little weird to you?"

"...yeah..it does."

"We will talk about this later."

A few more words were said before Tony left to the living room. Liz was pissed off and so was Jason.

He sighed and told her, "You were doing the right thing."

"I know.." She sighed, "I know. I'm just trying to protect him. Something tells me this won't be the last argument."

"Cause it won't. But we just try to lead him down the right path.."

"You got that right. Protecting him and all that.."

----

Road trips with the three of them tend to be something else. Tony always making himself known with questions, annoying them on purpose and snickering afterwards.

"Where we going?" Tony asked in the backseat, playing with his jacket zipper.

"To meet Peggy and your parents in San Diego." Elizabeth replied like it was obvious with a smile.

"And why are you driving?"

"Because your uncle JJ has a bad history with driving."

Jason perked up, "I'm right here, you know?!

Tony snorted, "Okay what time we get there?"

"Midnight." Elizabeth said with sigh.

"What happens at midnight?"

"You're bedtime."

"Can I drive?"

Both shouted at the same time, "No!"

That resulted in Tony laughing at their response as both parents chuckled at his ridiculous way to make times like that a joke or two.

---

Sometimes Elizabeth tends to become a mama bear, as if she isn't already. Like when Tony started dating, Howard rolled his eyes chuckling at his sister and Maria gushed hoping her boy enjoys the dating scene.

Elizabeth on the other hand, she was so excited and sat beside Jason one afternoon while he was reading. He was reading a classic children's' book from the shelfs, 'The Giving Tree' when Elizabeth came with a grin.

"Yes my darling?" He asked looking up from the book with a laugh.

"Tony got a date!" She repiled with a smile.

"With who? I mean I'm not surprise our kid has been a cheeky little guy since the age of 3."

"You know that day Howard took Tony down to that event in Chicago? Well there was this nice girl there with her mother, Tony sneaked off to see her and now they met again due to her mother bringing her here for an clothing event. And according to Ana, he has a date."

"That's my boy. If he's not a gentleman, I'll ground him for life. Where to?"

"Ana said that caravel downtown this weekend. She was eavesdropping and I love her for it."

"Not bad for a first actually date with a girl he seems to like."

Elizabeth sigh assuming something, Jason knew that look on her face and ask her what's going on.

"I don't want to sound cheesy but he's growing up so fast, JJ! I mean where did the time go? It felt like I was helping him add 2 + 2 yesterday! Now a date? Damn..he's my baby." Elizabeth admitted with a sigh.

Jason opened his arms pulling her into an tight embrace as she was nuzzling comfortably against his neck. She pouted, it was a rare moment but she did. He chuckled rubbing her shoulder.

"Aw, Lizzie, darling. He's growing up, I don't like it. Hell I would rather stop time and let him stay the way he is now. But we can't. Before we know it, he's buying his own house or deciding to buy this one off his father." Jason joked with a smile.

Elizabeth chuckled, "He might as well do that. I'm not ready for him to keep growing up, what if he doesn't want hugs from his auntie anymore? What if he grows up hating the idea of living with us? I mean it's a packed a house, i don’t blame him."

"Hahaha no, honey he won't. I think he rather have a packed house than a quieter one. And he will always need his auntie, he's your baby. Tony knows it, hell he might make you an godmother one day."

"Oh god no, don't think that far hahaha! I want him live in the moment now, before he's old and gray. I'm still gonna baby him no matter how old he is! You know that right?"

"Oh I know. And he's gonna be annoyed but love you for it. No matter what you do, you will be there to protect him and stand up for him."

"You too!"

"Oh hell yeah I will!"

---

And they are right about that. Yeah sure, Lizzie was gone under the ice for years due to a freak accident thinking she was goner. Having Jason and Tony feeling down in the dumps for some time.

But when that girl returned, her mama bird side came with her. And the man who was her right hand was more than happy about that.

"He's insane!" Liz yelled with a sigh, pointing at her nephew, "You're insane."

"Hello?! Have you met me?" Tony replied with a chuckle, "I think Pepper would love a big bunny for an anniversary slash Christmas present."

"Okay I dealt the whole 'I'm Iron Man, I can do whatever the hell I want' thing. But your Tony Stark! My Tony Stark, use that head of yours is a big bunny a good idea?"

"JJ gets you big jewelry and spoils you! I blame him for my actions, the bunny stays."

"Oh jeez. Did you at least get dinner ready?"

"Yeah it's pizza tonight. Why are you acting so uptight lately?"

Elizabeth sighed, "I've been asleep for years in ice and I come back to find you as Iron Man. A superhero. I know it's been an year now, but a part of me is still scared your gonna blow it!"

Tony chuckled pulling his auntie into a hug, "Oh Liz, it's me we're talking about. Hell, JJ is still terrified for my life. And honestly, I've already it blew it last year, in New York. I am stressed but I will be fine.."

"I know about your late night snacking and sleepless night, Tony. I'm worried about you. We all are."

"I know you are..but if anything happens, I will tell you. I promise."

~~~

Last forward to Christmas time, once the house blew up and JARVIS announces Tony's anxiety problems to everyone after arriving at the snowy side of the U.S. before shutting off.

Soon enough, they're dragging themselves across the snow to find a safe house. Rei's suit is being dragged across the snow, as he decide to start helping his godfather.

Liz snaps, "Anything you want to tell me?!"

"Okay in my defense I was gonna tell you soon." Tony winced.

"When?!"

"I was gonna make you an omelette and tell you about it!"

"Oh my god!"

Jason sighed dragging the Iron Man suit with them across with snow as the night fall onto of them.

"You two knew about this?! This whole time and didn't think of telling me?!" Jason yelled.

"I thought you knew about this! Or that he told you!" Liz yelled back.

"Great, now Ma and Pops are fighting." Rei added sarcastically, "Good job, Dad!"

Tony turned look at his son, “I’m sorry, how is this my fault?”

“Isn’t everything?”

“This is unbelievable.”

----

Other times, Jason and Elizabeth would be protecting themselves or their kids presence even when the guy isn't nearby.

Such as 2014, when they were called by SHIELD when it came to Alexander Pierce wanting their signature onto the new helicarriers.

Jason was tired as he asked, "Okay Pierce, what the hell is this?"

Elizabeth was standing next to him and pressed, "Mr. Secertary, what he meant is there a reason you've asked us to come here?"

"Signature, Mr. Underwood and Miss Stark." Said Pierce holding out pens, "As well, I was hoping you ask your nephew to stop by my niece's birthday party as a favor for Nick."

"He's our nephew, not a party entertainer." Elizabeth said with a raise eyebrow.

"Unless it's for his own children, and at the moment he's not dealing with your favors." Jason added, "What's the favor you're doing for Nick?"

"That's classified information, sir." Pierce replied.

"Of course it is..you know, it was a pretty long day and I don't want to be here. Matter a fact, none of us want to be to here! So good night Alexander." Elizabeth said standing up from her chair.

Jason stood up following her, opening the door for the girl as he gave Pierce an odd look before walking out. However that didn’t stop Elizabeth Stark to get information later on that day, returning to Alexander Pierce’s office after cooling down to get any information needed.

——

Sometimes due to Jason and Elizabeth being so close to Tony, along with their godchildren they get mistaken for the actual parents. Hell, even for being a couple more than once.

Such as in the early to late 2010s, Justin Hammer once asked, “Are theses your parents, Stark? I thought they were dead..”

Tony would give an sarcastic smile and reply, “Aw Hammer, you’re jealous? Too bad not everyone was given 3 sets of parents.”

“Three?”

“Oh yeah, didn’t you hear? Or were you too busy washing yourself in that horrible 80s cologne?”

Justin scoffed, “Damn. But seriously, are they giving out set of parents for free or what?”

“No. They’re mine, you can’t have them.” Tony added with a smirk.

~~~

Or when Fury called Tony and The Avengers out a few times, he will tend to bring JJ and Liz names into conversation, using the term parents. Such as in 2015, when they are all in Clint’s Barn. Also known as The Safe House.

Everyone was in the kitchen, including the teens and kids. Some were at the table such as Natasha, Bruce, Rick, Ava, Rei and Rochelle. Others were surrounding the area near the sink and fridge across from the kitchen island, such as Tony, Clint and Steve with Liane and Luna.

Clint’s wife Laura was listening in as the younger kids were wondering around.

Elizabeth was drying dishes as Jason washed them, meanwhile Fury was finishing placing some orange slices on a plate.

Nat spoke up, “You know boss, when I was hoping I saw ya, you would have more than that.”

Fury replied, “I do. I have you. Back in the day, I had eyes everything, ears everywhere else. You kids have all the things you can dream to use, Stark’s parents didn’t have much to work with beforehand but they made do. Now here we are, back on earth with nothing but our wit and our willingness to do good.”

Jason added, “Just like old times, huh? Rehashing a plan during dinner, then collaborating in the morning to figure out what can be done..”

“Ain’t that the truth. Nothing but our strength to save the world and make a difference for others.” Elizabeth commented with a grin.

Fury gave them a half smile and continued his speech, “Ultron says The Avengers are the only thing between him and his mission. And weather or not he admits it, his mission is global destruction. All this lay in the grave. So stand, out with the platinum bastard.”

Natasha winked at Rick and Rochelle before saying with a smirk, “Steve doesn’t like that kinda talk.”

Steve gave her a humorous mock glare, “You know what, Romanoff?”

The teens and young adults in the room snorted and chuckled. The group kept talking, figuring out what will they all do next, with the young members of the team chiming into the conversations.

Even Jason mentioned, “You can try Pentagon's firewall, are they open this time?”

“That could work, they are still roughly open this time and hour.” Elizabeth comments.

“Should i know why you know that?”

“I had to message the Pentagon years ago to reach an barrier of systemic risks, for SHIELD’s locating tactics. And Tony did something he wasn’t supposed to..”

“Oh god, what was it this time?”

Fury ate his orange slice answering, “You’re boy cracked into SHIELD systemic burns, but beforehand he cracked their firewall.”

“That’s something, I do think I remember he did!” He replied chuckling, “We got mysterious calls afterwards for weeks.”

Tony chimed in with a grin sounding proud and said, “I cracked the Pentagon’s firewall in high school on a dare and got a sweet deal afterwards.”

Elizabeth grinned brightly, “That’s my boy! Definitely a win in my books.”

“And me? I cracked into SHIELD firewall too multiple times.” Rei added with a sly smile, as you could hear his godfather holding back his laughter in the background.

“I love you too, kiddo!” She replied to her sarcastic godson, “Both of you are the reasons for the facility's cyber-security sub-bar.”

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[petitesmafia]

Where do you get your Chuuyas? I need to get a little silly guy

yeee let's get into it:

sleeping Chuuya - i preordered him back in 2021 from animate! he was expensive i'm ngl but sooo worth it. he hogs like half my queen sized bed

bear outfit Chuuya - he's fan made so i got him from the creator on weibo right before he sold out. he came in a pair with Dazai and they've got fox ears and a detachable tail! the bear outfit is actually separate,,,the dolls come nude so you can buy them cute little outfits haha

Chuuya mochi - this was my first piece of Chuuya merch lol i got him off of aliexpress

dead apple Chuuya - i got him from mercari jp in 2020! he was too cute i caved

Chuuya nendo - bought him from goodsmile when he rereleased in 2020 (i got lucky catching him on rerelease)

80's pop design Chuuya - they said these were made to order so i preordered from eikoretto earlier this year! he was TOO cute and i'm weak

Chuuya chibigurumi - got him from mercari jp last year!

Chuuya red dumpling - got him while i was in China!

[no-tengo-ojos]

Here’s my take on the Arthur Lester scar map!

I thought it would be fun to make a rag doll again because it’s been a good few years since I’d done one

Process and other bits below cut

Started out with a freehand pattern piece and then crawled through the Malevolent wiki mapping out all of Arthur’s mishaps (whoever runs/edits that wiki I am forever grateful to you)

Sew together the main body. I had to drown Husk Arthur in a dye bath (like father like daughter) because I didn’t have any fabric in the right colours hanging around

Stuffed him with the most fleshy thing I could find and gave him a little satin heart (<3) Build-A-Bear style

Added details on the face and hair (which I actually might change cus idk if I like them. Lmk in tags). It was kinda fun cutting him open and stuff so I now see where Kayne was coming from

Dip dyed John’s parts and made him lil booty shorts (like hell am I letting you freaks see under there) and he was all done!

I currently don’t have any clothes for him just because I don’t have any suitable fabric but I will be making him a little floral dress soon and I’m also taking him caving (his favourite!) with me and my bestie on Tuesday so be prepared for Arthur Lester adventure pics soon xoxo

[disastermages]

Draped in Black and Dripping With Love Ch. 6

[read it on ao3]

Lan Zhan’s ears prick against the sound of shouting, however distant the echoes are as he stares at himself, or rather, someone who looks like him. Anxiety grips around him like a fist ever tightening as those voices draw closer. The version of himself in front of him is down on his knees, the blue glow of his spiritual energy catching the shadows on his face.

The blue glow illuminates the other person too, but Lan Zhan refuses to let himself take a step back as his eyes meet the unseeing, blank gaze of the Yiling Patriarch.

“Wei Ying,” The other Lan Zhan pleads, his voice raspy and worn with use, “please. Come back to Gusu with me.” It’s the desperation that makes Lan Zhan want to choke, it’s the knowing that he’s felt it before, but he never had the nerve to ask Wei Ying to return with him. Pressing a hand against his throat, Lan Zhan forces himself forward, until he stands next to the other version of himself. He doesn’t have to guess what the Yiling Patriarch is saying, he can tell from the moving of his lips, even if not a sound slips from between them.

The shouting grows nearer still, the voices growing angrier and angrier. Lan Zhan and his doppelganger both turn at the same time, their eyes wide, but only the double makes a movement. He stands and gathers the Yiling Patriarch into his arms, his breath coming hard and heavy as he draws his sword.

“Help him.” Lan Zhan’s double says, seemingly to no one at all, until Lan Zhan feels his own eyes burning into him. The doppelganger is still pointing his sword, but Lan Zhan can see that it isn’t meant for him, not at all.

The voices are almost upon them and the Yiling Patriarch is still murmuring wordlessly, but for the first time, Lan Zhan notices how bloody his double is, how robes that should’ve been flawless and white are damaged and sullied, and how the Patriarch himself is worn. His cheeks are hollow, his hair rough and lusterless, and how he lacks the shine his Wei Ying has. As if someone has dulled him to the point of looking as if he’s been lingering on death’s door for some time now.

The Yiling Patriarch’s eyes roll between Lan Zhan and the other version of himself like that of a doll’s, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“Help him,” Lan Zhan’s double commands again, dread setting in as a voice, too similar to that of Lan Zhan’s uncle, bears down upon them, “You must. I cannot.” The words are an admission of guilt, one that makes Lan Zhan’s throat feel tight, even as coldness creeps up his back and over his shoulders. He pulls his arms in around himself without meaning to, throwing a glance over his shoulder as the Yiling Patriarch starts to push and shove against the other Lan Zhan. The blows never seem to land, they don’t even seem to matter to Lan Zhan. 

“How?” Lan Zhan asks, raising his voice against the din that finally hangs at the mouth of the cave, but when he looks, Lan Zhan can see no one. He can feel them, though, he can feel his uncle’s glare. He feels himself move closer to the other version of himself and the Yiling Patriarch for it, a chill ringing out against his arm as he brushes against the sword. If it draws blood, just below his shoulder, Lan Zhan can’t bring himself to look at it, his chest heaving.

“Wangji!” Lan Qiren’s voice rings out, harsh and clear in the cave and Lan Zhan’s eyes fly open as he sits up, panting while his arm aches and burns with something cold. The sheets are tangled around him, nearly tying him to the bed as Lan Zhan drags his knees forward and hangs his head between them. His fingers curl into something hot and thick as Lan Zhan clings to his own arms. He doesn’t need to look to know that it’s blood, he can feel the cut that’s split his skin apart, he only needs to cover it with his hand so he doesn’t ruin another set of Wei Ying’s sheets.

What had that other version of himself been trying to do for the Yiling Patriarch? Why was he trying to feed him spiritual energy? Why hadn’t it done a single thing to improve the Patriarch’s condition? The room spins around Lan Zhan while he tries to think, his stomach lurching and clenching around nothing. How was he meant to help if the Yiling Patriarch seemed so unwilling?

Lan Zhan only stands when the room stills, when it doesn’t feel as though the floor will drop out from underneath him, his body feeling heavy. “Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan calls, hanging in the doorway as he waits for an answer. He’d woken up alone, and he’s grateful for it, but it isn’t like Wei Ying to wake up before him, and it isn’t like Lan Zhan to sleep so late. 

He knows he should take care of the cut on his arm first, however deep or shallow it actually is, but Lan Zhan needs to see Wei Ying first. He needs to see him and know that he isn’t somewhere unreachable. 

Forcing himself to stop, Lan Zhan listens, trying to hear if Wei Ying was working in some part of the house, if he was continuing to work on the mural like he planned to, or if he’d abandoned it again for another project, however big or small. Instead, Lan Zhan hears Wei Ying’s voice, not very close, but not very far away either. Lan Zhan swallows thickly as he forces himself to move, following the sound of Wei Ying’s voice.

The mumble of it is too soft for Lan Zhan to understand the words, but he doesn’t miss the scolding tone, the way Wei Ying chastises whoever it is he’s speaking with. He begs the floorboards not to give him away as he creeps closer, squinting into the darkness of the room. Wei Ying sits on the floor, shielded from the shadows by a block of pale light creeping in despite the storm outside.

Lan Zhan watches as Wei Ying leans back on his hands, looking all too casual while he listens to voices Lan Zhan can’t hear himself. “Lan Zhan’s never once hurt me, I told you that before.” Wei Ying insists, his tone flattening. Wei Ying is talking about him? But to whom? It’s been almost three weeks since the Yiling Patriarch has been seen by either of them, or at least, Lan Zhan thought so. 

Dropping into a crouch by the door, Lan Zhan strains his ears to listen, trying to hear who or what Wei Ying was speaking with, his hands braced against the wall for balance. At first, he can only hear the whirling of the wind, the humming that always seemed to be present in the walls of houses, modern and old, but slowly, the words come. They run into each other, rising and fading with the wind, the voice behind them sounding high and then low, never once do they press themselves into Lan Wangij’s mind to be understood.

“Well, my Lan Zhan is different from your Lan Zhan, then. He’d never drag me all the way to Gusu just to punish me.” Lan Zhan wants to sigh at the childish tone Wei Ying takes on. He knows Wei Ying can argue better than that, they’ve had better arguments than that with each other. 

Lightning flashes outside the window and Lan Zhan cranes his neck to see into the shadows, his eyes widening as the Yiling Patriarch, pale and gaunt, sits across from Wei Ying, one arm up on his knee. The sight only lasts for a second, maybe half as much, but Lan Zhan still uses an explosion of thunder to get up, hoping to muffle the sound of the creaking floor. He isn’t sure what he means to do next, whether he means to scurry back to the bedroom and pretend to still be asleep, or if he means to do something else entirely, but he’s betrayed by the house yet again.

A draft rushes past Lan Zhan, quick and cold as it pushes the door open and slams another shut, giving him away to Wei Ying and the Yiling Patriarch all at once. Wei Ying’s mouth opens and closes a few times, questions or excuses, Lan Zhan doesn’t know which, trying to bubble up, but before they can come, Lan Zhan is moving. He walks with speed and with purpose, uncaring if Wei Ying is following after him, and unlistening to the way Wei Ying calls his name.

Lan Zhan tells himself that he isn’t angry, that he just needs to think. Thinking is the only reason he locks the bathroom door behind him and leans against it. He isn’t sure if Wei Ying stands on the other side of it, he isn’t even sure if Wei Ying is the one who rattles the doorknob, but just to cover himself, Lan Zhan makes a point of turning on the lights. If he cannot handle Wei Ying right now, he’s sure that he can’t handle the version of him that doesn’t like him even half as much. 

Only when the doorknob ceases to shake does Lan Zhan peel himself away from the door. If he were working, he would have to push everything aside and ask Wei Ying how long he’s been communicating with the spirit, if the Patriarch had permission to speak to him or use his body, but the mere thought of it makes Lan Zhan shake his head as he sits down on the closed toilet. Wei Ying wouldn’t. Wei Ying knows better. Doesn’t he?

If he asked his uncle, Lan Qiren would scoff and say that any cultivator willing to let themselves get possessed so simply should’ve never been considered for certification, but his uncle has never truly had patience for Wei Ying. Lan Zhan has to remind himself of that.

His family would be no help if he brought this issue to them, even if he phrased it as a hypothetical question. Lans did not deal in hypotheticals, every case was to be taken with severity and seriousness. Lan Zhan was meant to do that, the fact that he didn’t condemn Wei Ying and his path earned his uncle and brother looks of sympathy. Ones that were usually reserved for children and their tantrums and phases. Lan Zhan doesn’t have to guess to know that his uncle still hopes that Wei Ying is nothing more than a phase, that one day Lan Zhan will come to his senses and follow after someone who might follow the orthodox path, someone who doesn’t shine as brightly.

Lan Zhan doesn’t remember the cut on his arm until the whirring of Wei Ying’s circular saw downstairs startles him and he leans against it by pure accident, reopening the wound. He’d even forgotten about his own blood on his hand. He’s already in the bathroom, he already knows where Wei Ying keeps his first-aid kit, so cleaning and putting a bandage on the cut is easy enough, but Lan Zhan still lingers in the bathroom. Wei Ying is still downstairs, the sounds of the circular saw have turned into the banging of a hammer on something.

Lan Zhan tries to think of what he might be working on, his eyes burning into the door. Garden boxes. He remembers now. They were going to work on them together, but Wei Ying has started on his own and Lan Zhan tries to ignore the sting of it. He’s the one who locked himself in the bathroom. Staying in here any longer would be just as childish as he thought Wei Ying’s earlier arguing was, but Lan Zhan’s hand still sits on the doorknob, refusing to turn it and step out until an unseen hand drives him forward, out into the dark hallway.

There’s nothing. No one to pounce on him and screech in his face, not even a cold breeze to acknowledge his presence. Lan Zhan isn’t sure if he should be grateful or ashamed for it.

He returns to the bedroom and dresses in a hurry, nearly skipping over the buttons of his shirt more than once. If he were anything but a coward, he might go down and confront Wei Ying, he might demand answers, but isn’t he just as wrong as Wei Ying? He’d been listening in on a conversation that wasn’t his own. But the conversation was about him, does that count for anything? It wouldn’t if he’d been caught at home. He would’ve been lectured and sent to copy down rules while standing on one hand. 

Shaking his head, Lan Zhan forces himself to take the stairs slowly, his eyes on the steps in front of him. He doesn’t see Wei Ying until he’s knocked the both of them over, his own long hair blinding the both of them in the tangle of limbs. At least some of it gets into Wei Ying’s mouth until he spits it out and Lan Zhan hurries to pull it back, wishing he’d taken the time to braid it or tie it up now.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying starts and reaches for Lan Zhan, his voice deliberately calm. Panic overrides every one of Lan Zhan’s movements as he stands and realizes that Wei Ying means to explain right here and right now. The storm had faded away, but it had left heat and humidity in its wake, a sheen of sweat clings to Wei Ying’s exposed skin as Lan Zhan finally looks at him. He hasn’t taken a single step outside yet, but the damp air is already prickling at Lan Zhan’s skin. That’s all it is, humidity and nothing else.

“Is Wei Ying hurt?” Lan Zhan asks, cutting off any attempt Wei Ying could make at explanation and not knowing why. Wei Ying climbs to his feet without assistance, his eyes never leaving Lan Zhan’s face, even as Lan Zhan tries to hide whatever Wei Ying may or may not see. He’s always been better at seeing him than anyone else, but Lan Zhan does not want to be seen right now, not by Wei Ying, not by himself, either.

“I’m alright, Lan Zhan.” Wei Ying answers, his voice careful and soft. He’s chewing on more, the words sitting in his mouth and getting gnawed into smaller and smaller pieces while he pins Lan Zhan in place, both by standing in his way and with his eyes. He doesn’t ask if Lan Zhan is alright, if he’s unhurt, he knows better, but he doesn’t stop himself from putting his too warm hand on Lan Zhan’s wrist, adding another degree of holding him in place. “You’re all dressed like you’re going somewhere.” The effort to sound casual is there and the real question is buried underneath half-chewed words.

“I was going to the store,” Lan Zhan doesn’t lie, it was on his list of things to do, “Wei Ying mentioned that he did not want to go to the grocery store, so I will go instead.” Another truth, Wei Ying had been bemoaning it last night while they made dinner. Neither of them relax with it, though, the tension holding them both stiff as Lan Zhan clenches his fist.

“Let me drive you.” Wei Ying says, but Lan Zhan knows that it’s an appeasement, or worse, another way to keep him from moving too far beyond Wei Ying’s reach. 

“No room.” Lan Zhan reminds Wei Ying with a shake of his head. The bed of Wei Ying’s truck was occupied by a tarp covered armoire that Wei Ying found and wanted to restore. “I do not mind walking.” A half truth, Lan Zhan loathed walking in this heat, but compared to his other option, it felt preferable. If he bought too much, he would simply call a taxi or a rideshare service, though he doesn’t say as much to Wei Ying. It would only keep the argument going.

Carefully, without shaking off Wei Ying’s hold too urgently or too reluctantly, Lan Zhan nudges past him. It takes more effort than Lan Zhan thought it would not to look at Wei Ying, to not fall into the trap of the kicked puppy look on his face. There’d be no saving him if he did. If he looked at Wei Ying now, he would let Wei Ying drive him to the grocery store, he would listen to whatever rationalization Wei Ying had come up with and he would force himself to believe that Wei Ying had it all under control.

Lan Zhan can’t do that to himself.

Not right now.

“Will you let me help you carry the bags in when you get back?” Wei Ying asks weakly, his fingers closing around nothing. This request isn’t for Lan Zhan, it’s for Wei Ying himself.

“Mn.” Lan Zhan gives in, just that little bit, “I will let Wei Ying know when I am on my way back.” If he had a hand to spare. If he didn’t call for a ride. If he could allow Wei Ying to come that close to him again.

Lan Zhan leaves Wei Ying to watch him go from the porch, his eyes bearing into him with every step, until Wei Ying can’t see him anymore, until Lan Zhan can feel himself sag with the weight of it. He hadn’t been lying when he’d told Wei Ying he was going to the grocery store, but he’d never said he wouldn’t stop. He never said he wouldn’t call his younger cousin.

“Jingyi,” Lan Zhan tries to keep his voice measured. If he betrayed anything, Lan Jingyi wouldn’t outright tell on him, he would never, Lan Zhan is his favorite cousin, but he might let something slip to Lan Huan. Lan Zhan can’t risk it. “Could you research something with my credentials and send me the files?”

Lan Zhan spins a story made up of half truths and half promises made to ensure his cousin’s help. He left his work laptop behind when he left last month. A truth. He needed to access the private database on behalf of a friend. A lie, but one that Lan Jingyi accepts as truth and promises to forward the files on both the Yiling Patriarch and Hanguang-jun to Lan Zhan’s work email. All of it in exchange for Lan Zhan’s agreement to talk their uncle down the next time Lan Jingyi made a mistake, however big or small it was. 

And then Lan Zhan goes grocery shopping, though his mind still buzzes with questions and a hurt that he refuses to acknowledge. It drives him to distraction, giving all the aunties their chances to push past him for the best pieces of fresh fruit and vegetables, for the choicest cuts of meat, for first pickings over things that don’t matter.

Lan Zhan doesn’t pay any of them a moment of mind as he pushes through the list he and Wei Ying made together last night. This is another thing they were supposed to do together, but Wei Ying built the garden boxes on his own, so now Lan Zhan is grocery shopping by himself. He doesn’t have to think about Wei Ying sneaking alcohol or other treats into the cart while he isn’t looking. Lan Zhan wishes it didn’t make him feel lonely.

Another storm has rolled in by the time Lan Zhan is finished, the clouds looking darker and the rain coming down heavier than before as Lan Zhan lingers under the awning of the store. The bags cut into his fingers, but he doesn’t set them down, not for a minute.

At first, he’d thought the storm would throw its tantrum and then blow over, leaving the street and sidewalk steaming whenever the sun came out to beam down on them again, but the rain only comes down harder and harder. Lan Zhan doesn’t have a free hand to call for a ride, or to call Wei Ying, not that he wants to, but he doesn’t even have the choice of it now.

He’s just accepted his fate to walk home drenched with his bags filling up with water with every step when a set of headlights nearly blinds him as they sweep across his face. Lan Zhan doesn’t need to see to know that Wei Ying has come to collect him, he can still hear the unique sound of Wei Ying’s truck over the rain and the thunder. He’s still blinking the blindness from his eyes when Wei Ying comes running over, an umbrella stretched out for Lan Zhan while his own head and shoulders get soaked. 

Without a word, Lan Zhan allows himself and the groceries to be put into the passenger seat of Wei Ying’s truck, as if he’s nothing more than another piece of antique furniture that Wei Ying found languishing on the side of one road or another. He doesn’t have to say a single word if he doesn’t want to, his mother had told him that once when he was still small. She’d held him in her arms, against her chest, rocking him to comfort him after he’d been descended upon by an older, pushier relative.

Lan Zhan doesn’t buckle Wei Ying’s seatbelt for him this time, nor does Wei Ying tease him like Lan Zhan is sure he wants to. Everything feels too breakable for that, but even so, they don’t move, the truck simply idles while they sit in silence.

“Wei Ying,”

“Lan Zhan,”

They both start and stop at the same time, looking at each other expectantly but neither willing to start whatever argument they have sitting between them. After another moment of nothing, Wei Ying looks away first, one hand resting on the steering wheel and his head thumping back against the headrest. His eyes close and Lan Zhan curls his fingers against his palms.

“Wei Ying used to have a motorcycle when we were younger.” Lan Zhan starts, his quiet voice sounding too loud for the cab of the truck. “What happened to it?” Lan Zhan can still remember it. He can remember the sleek black of it between Wei Ying’s legs. He can remember Wei Ying’s helmet and his bike jacket. He can remember blustering when Wei Ying offered him a ride on it once.

He can remember the seed of envy in his heart as he watched someone else wrap their arms around Wei Ying’s middle while they sat on the back of the bike.

Lan Zhan doesn’t expect Wei Ying to snort, his eyes still shut. “I wrecked it.” Wei Ying says simply, his head rolling to face Lan Zhan before he opens his eyes, “A few months after Uncle Jiang kicked me out, I was leaving a bartending job I had and I crashed into a tree in the middle of the night.”

“And then?” Lan Zhan makes himself ask, turning his whole body towards Wei Ying now.

“And then I woke up in the hospital.” Despite everything, there’s a smile on Wei Ying’s face when he says it, but Lan Zhan knows that it isn’t meant for him, “I guess, when they called Uncle Jiang to tell him, he must’ve given the hospital my grandmother’s number, or I guess Aunt Yu could’ve done it. When I woke up, Bao-popo was leaning over me. I thought she was a doctor until she told me I looked like my dad, but I have to be my mom’s son if I think running headfirst into a tree with a motorcycle is how you cut them down.”

It’s more information than Lan Zhan had asked for, but he doesn’t regret hearing it, not when it melts some of the too hot air between them.

“She took me back to the farm after the hospital released me, she didn’t really give me a choice about it. She said it was to help me get better without getting distracted. When I was getting ready to leave she gave me the truck she brought me home in and told me not to bring it back to her until I’d fixed it up.”

“Wei Ying’s grandmother sounds… Stubborn. Like Wei Ying.” Lan Zhan says too honestly, his shoulders relaxing back against the seat. Wave after wave of rain beats down on the roof of the truck as Wei Ying snorts again.

Wei Ying doesn’t have to say it, Lan Zhan knows that he’s just as stubborn as Wei Ying, if not more, but Wei Ying didn’t get to ask his question first, Lan Zhan did. 

“What about you? What did you do while I was gone?” Wei Ying asks, his arms folding over his stomach as a jolt of panic rings through Lan Zhan.

“Six months of probation for defying my uncle.” Lan Zhan says it honestly. Not only had he defied his uncle, he’d defended Wei Ying, he’d argued against the stripping of Wei Ying’s cultivation certification. He’d defended Wei Ying’s methods and his path as a viable one. “A year of confinement.” Lan Zhan purposefully lowers his voice as he utters the words. The year of confinement had come before his six months of probation, but in ways, the six months had been worse. Lan Zhan had found ways to communicate without his uncle ever finding out. 

During his six months, every move he made was scrutinized, every ruling of intelligent versus residual haunt questioned, every paltry, low level case thrown his way with a dismissive wave of his uncle’s hand. 

Lan Zhan had endured all of it, and then he’d fled to Wei Ying the first chance he got. 

He doesn’t regret it, but he doesn’t expect Wei Ying to reach over and take his hand. Not his wrist, not his fingers, his hand. It makes Lan Zhan start and look at him again.

“Huaisang told me that you were the reason they didn’t strip my certification, but I didn’t believe him at first. I’m sorry, Lan Zhan, I didn’t-”

“Don’t.” Lan Zhan says quickly, shaking his head, “No apologies.” He doesn’t shake away Wei Ying’s hand, not even when he holds onto him with both. “I would have defended Wei Ying’s methods even if I did not care for him the way I do.” The confession tumbles from Lan Zhan’s lips and he cannot take it back, but he can look away from Wei Ying. He can turn his eyes onto the groceries in the floorboard. They need to get home. He needs to put away everything that needs to be refrigerated. It’s too late to bother with lunch, but it’s far too early for dinner.

“Wei Ying, I’d like to go home now.”

“Home?” Wei Ying asks, his hands tightening for just a moment before they loosen reluctantly and then let go entirely. “Home to Gusu?” Wei Ying’s eyebrows are knit together, hurt ready to blossom at a moment’s notice.

“Not home to Gusu.” Lan Zhan answers, shaking his head, “The popsicles will melt long before we get there. Home to Wei Ying’s house.”

The popsicles might’ve already melted for all Lan Zhan knows, but they’re an easy way to soothe Wei Ying’s worries, an easy way to hear him laugh so lightly, the sound of it ringing in Lan Zhan’s ears. It doesn’t soothe Lan Zhan the way he wants it to, but it does tuck a few fraying ends away as well as it can.

The truck groans with relief as Wei Ying finally takes it out of park and puts it into reverse, his hand against the back of Lan Zhan’s headrest as he backs out of the parking space. Lightning still flashes, and another roar of thunder rings out above them, but Lan Zhan forces himself to relax. 

They’re nearly halfway home when Wei Ying speaks again.

“Lan Zhan, I heard that there’s gonna be a meteor shower in a couple days,” Wei Ying says with faux flippancy, but Lan Zhan can hear the undercurrent of his words, the nervousness laying just underneath the surface, “and I thought I could find a good spot for us to watch it together. If you’re up for it.” Wei Ying doesn’t phrase it like a question, he doesn’t even look at Lan Zhan as he speaks, but it still hangs between them, unanswered and skittish.

Too many answers crowd at the front of Lan Zhan’s throat, threatening to choke him as they trip over each other. Parts of him beg and plead with him to say yes, that he’s wanted it for this long, that he’s been waiting for Wei Ying to ask him just like this, but other parts of him, the hurt parts of him, ache and burn for him to say no, to throw Wei Ying’s non-question in his face. 

“If the weather is clear enough to see it,” Lan Zhan answers noncommittally, his hands folding on top of each other in his lap.

It isn’t the answer that he should have given, but it’s enough of a yes for Wei Ying.

Lan Zhan doesn’t have to look at him to know it.

[billiesgoodgirll]

js some lil thoughts abt abs taking u to build a bear for a lil date <;33 

sorry it’s so short n it’s not proofread so if u see a mistake shhh!!!

description: abs takes u to build a bear on a lil date <33 no use of y/n!! n reader is to be described very femme but no description on weight or skin color!! 💕💕

warnings: none!! js fluff 💌💐

☆ you told her a few weeks ago how u rlly wanna go to build a bear n that made abs get the cute lil idea to take u there on a lil date !!! so now here u r getting all dolled up ready to goo

☆ abs ties the last knot in the baby pink bows you have in your hair at the end of your braids (for my beautiful black bby’s abs will sit n braid your gorgeous natural hair n add lil butterfly clips and bows if you rlly want mls <333) n straps up your mary janes over your favorite frilly white socks matching your dress n cardigan <33

☆ then u both get in abs car her beautiful matte black doge challenger u choosing all the music ofc being her lil passenger princess as you drive there !!!

☆ you spend hours in the store i’m not kidding u end up getting 2 bc u pulled those wide doe eyes n pouty look abby can’t resist :((( “but baby you already have so many stuffies we can’t fit 2 more just 1” “but she’s so cute :(((“ she caves immediately after

☆ after stuffing your 2 bears you got the bunny n cinnamoroll build a bear !!! (you can imagine any other if you don’t like them bbys!!) for your bunny you get a strawberry scent n for cinnamoroll you get marshmallow <333 n you get the real beating heart n abby’s voice in both :((( (you can imagine what she says if you’d like!!! i imagine it would be one for when she’s out or whatever and you miss her n one just saying ily 💕💕)

☆ you get lil outfits for them both for your bunny a denim mini skirt n the cutest jumper ever <33 then for cinnamoroll you get his own onesie n sleepmask !!! “abs look how cute!!!!” you’d giggle all excited to her showing the outfits off when abs js wants to go as you’ve been in there for over 2 hours :/

☆ now it’s time to name them you start w your bunny naming her abby (basically u js made abs in bear form :3) and cinnamoroll, cinnamoroll as that’s his name <33 n abby js scoffs n goes on abt how she’s sm better than your abby bunny >:(

☆ finally y’all get home n your in bed abby n cinnamoroll in your arms as you lay on abby her reading quietly out loud as you murmur lil thank yous and i love yous sleepily cuddling both abbys n cinnamoroll your other stuffies lined up next to you drifting into a peaceful slumber <333

[calcitration]

@geopfert / Pieck: "Just take her, please."

Picture the mother defeated. Pieck sits on the cot, her fingers laced into her hair unwashed hair. It falls in dry strands, obscures where she is pressing hard into her eyes, where the headache screws holes into her brain. She has been sitting there for too long, sunken into herself, a discarded doll with pointed shoulders. While the makeshift crib bears the miserable wails of a child.

Pieck doesn't look. Is too ashamed, too tired to look. She hides in the palms of her hands and lets her mind leak out of her ears, liquified by sleep deprivation and migraines. Her shirt is dirtied, swollen and raw teats soaking it with wasted milk. She's cried already and is now too dried up to attempt it a second time. Her eyes are red-rimmed, punched black and blue by sleepless nights. Colic, said the one doctor she could find who'd give her and the crying little creature writhing in her arms the time of day. She doesn't know what that means. She was sent away, told to give it time. But the child keeps screaming and Pieck can't bear her weight anymore.

"I can't do it, Annie. I can't. I don't know how. I don't know what to do." She rasps out, a confession she flicks at her like a pebble. She chokes on a half-swallowed breath. Such helplessness leaves her so cruel, so resentful. It's not the child's fault. It can't be. How could it be? And yet, every scream balls up in her stomach like a hateful fist.

"Just... Take her away."

A tarpaulin-domed den, drenched in a scent Annie associated with burrows or caves – primal places, floors lined with fur and bones. Dirt and piss. The intimate, viscera-tang of a mother’s innards. Blood and milk. The lattermost bloomed in wet, sticky flowers on Pieck’s chest, her body reduced to a leaking, deflated thing. Some small, bruised part of Annie died of second-hand shame and was grateful for the distraction of those piercing wails. Such a wretched sound must hit Pieck like a bullet, like a train that kept on coming.

“What a racket you’re making…”

Annie murmured darkly, peering at the bundle lying at the heart of the cobbled-together crib. It heaved and writhed with unpractised misery. Through it all, Pieck sat with a faraway and feral look on her face, fingers twisting in the stiff, dirty hair that cloaked her like a burial shroud. Two people were drowning, which one to choose?

“You just need sleep.”

This isn’t you, she wanted to emphasise. Years apart had left them almost strangers, but still she knew enough of Pieck to understand such overwhelm was uncharacteristic.

As always, Annie chose obedience. Taking the desperate order between her teeth she lifted the infant – Zofia – and held her gingerly, scooped against the bird bones of her own brittle chest. Annie was the colour of a fish belly, all mean features and hard angles sharpened by hunger, ringing hollow at her roots. She was not built to coddle something so soft, so new. Still she tried, swaying faintly where she stood, gazing dubiously into the stiff nest of blankets. Zofia arched and raged against her with surprising strength, hands clenched into tiny pink fists. How had her father ever weathered such inconsolable crying? How he had resisted the urge to smother her, to drown her in the same pail as the miller’s kittens?

Attention returned to Pieck, who sat shell-shocked, defeated by the squall of her unhappy baby.

“You need to rest. When you’ve done that, get cleaned up. Wash your face. Drag your fingers through your hair. Pull yourself together – because it isn’t just you anymore, is it?”

Annie meant it kindly, meant only that Pieck couldn’t afford to unravel, not even in these impossible circumstances.

“I can take Zofia. For a while, anyway. Then I’ll bring you something to eat.”