#like we don't care what people are into but we have to right to be like 'this makes us uncomfy and we're not gonna hang out'

[felassan]

David Gaider: "If I really dig into my empathy, I can kinda see the thinking here. Like, let's say you don't actually know much about games. You're in a big office with a bunch of other execs who also don't know much about games. What are they all saying? "Live games do big numbers!" "Action games are hot!" Your natural response? "We should make more action games, and all our games should have live service!" Cha-ching, right? Then some uppity devs spoil your buzz by saying "that doesn't apply equally to all games" or "we have an established IP with an audience that has certain expectations". You frown. You go look at their sales. Good, sure, but not as spectacular as live service and action games! Profit's great, but what's the point if you're not #1 in the charts? If you're not making headlines? If the devs can't make it work, this is THEIR failure. This, after all, is the future of gaming! Eventually, you're going to ask yourself why we (the company) even bother with those other games. Like single player games. It's a question you've asked aloud before. The fans bristle, but you're not here to supply every audience what they want. You're here to make money and increase share value. Maybe I'm being unkind. There are certainly all sorts of lessons a company could learn from a game like Veilguard (I still haven't played it, so I'm going off what other people have said), but "maybe it should have been live service" being the takeaway seems a bit short-sighted and self-serving. Not that there's any shortage of that, when it comes to deciding why a game doesn't do well. For the anti-woke crowd, for instance, there are woke games that do well and woke games that do poorly and only the ones that did poorly did so *because* they were woke. Says more about them than the game. My advice to EA (not that they care): you have an IP that a lot of people love. Deeply. At its height, it sold well enough to make you happy, right? Look at what it did best at the point where it sold the most. Follow Larian's lead and double down on that. The audience is still there. And waiting. ❤️" [source thread]

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User: "Maybe they can sell the IP to Larian. Or someone else who would treat it respectfully." David Gaider: "I suspect Larian is, smartly, done with working on third-party IP. You do all that work, and the IP overlords do little more than dictate the minutiae and make your life difficult and then you have to cut them a huge slice of the proceeds too? Not a lot of studios are going to bite THAT hook. [source] I know you said SELL the IP, but there's no way EA will relinquish its hold on an IP that could potentially do big numbers. In their ideal world, a studio takes it on, does all the work, and they rake in the cash. Giving up that kind of potential would require BIG money... and who would buy it?" [source]

[elfwreck]

right. time to prep. clean my house (this is not a small undertaking) so we can take our warehouse-loft apartment and create 2-3 hidden rooms for people hiding from fucking ICE because GUESS WHAT FOLKS we may need actual "hide your neighbors from the gov't-sponsored thug organization" soon.

There are going to be disinformation campaigns that will leave you dizzy. You will not be able to trust anything on TV news shows, nor mainstream news sites online. (It's not that they'll be "all lies," it's that you won't be able to tell which parts are lies.)

If you have time and energy: Seek out good news sources. If you don't: Trust that there is no such thing as an evil demographic, no such thing as "[this group] is (almost) all criminals," no such thing as "America will be better if we get rid of all the..."

America has never been improved by mass removals, incarcerations, or penalties inflicted on the powerless. It has never been improved by discrimination or suppression of people's voices. It has never been improved by removing access to health care and support networks.

When you see a new policy, ask yourself, "who makes money because of this?" rather than "will this improve my life?" Because they're working really really hard to make it sound like their oppressive policies will improve your life. Don't look to "will this remove an obstacle that bugs me" - sometimes it will, temporarily. Look to, "will this make it easier for bullies and bigots to stomp on people they don't like?"

And remember: Part of the goal is to get us lashing out at each other, to be angry at whoever's closest, whoever doesn't seem to be fighting hard enough and fast enough for whatever cause is dearest to us personally. Don't let them distract us. The enemies are billionaires and people who command government agencies, not your three-blocks-away neighbor who has a comfortable pension.

There is action we can take.

And if you're too tired, scared, confused to join the bigger movements: Keep yourself as safe and calm as possible, and stay connected to as many people as you can.

They're counting on fear to enforce compliance in advance so they don't have to spend money and effort.

It’s uncanny how similar Trump is acting like Hitler. People are now doing the Nazi salute. They’re drawing the symbol. The KKK was seen in Kentucky asking people to join them. ICE has been ripping families apart. Companies have pulled back Diversity Initiatives. We’re no longer part of WHO and there won’t be any communication from the CDC at least until February 1st. We’re being censored and the news can’t be trusted. Thousands of Americans didn’t know there were protests against Trump yesterday outside the U.S. Quotes from The Handmaid’s Tale and Anne Frank have been compared to what’s going on right now.

According to The Lemkin Institute for Genocide Studies and Prevention the U.S. has officially been given a red flag alert for Genocide.

I’m exhausted but I will never stop being angry.

[littlemissshifter]

Your desires are YOU.

I seriously need you guys to stop saying you haven't gotten your desires. Stop saying that 'pretend you have it already'. This is seriously not true. You can't pretend anything. It'll only make it harder for you when you feel doubt and check in the physical plane and see nothing.

When I say that you are your desires I'm not saying that to motivate you, I don't care about that. I'm telling you the truth so you can learn the way how reality works, how you work and motivate yourself.

It is your reality. It is made up of you. Your desires are not something that appear out of thin air. They appear out of you. Stop with the mindset that makes you believe that you're anything else but your desires.

You are just a ball of energy. So are your desires. When we say that the 4D is the true reality, we don't mean that the 3D is not real. It is very much real, just that it is coming out of you and showing you what you decide. Imagination and reality are not different. They are one. Imagination is reality and reality is imagination. 3D=4D.

Every thought you have is a whole reality, a whole universe on it's own. Every desire you have makes up your soul, your heart. Your desires, your wishes no matter how 'long' or how 'far' in the 'future' will show up. You cannot stop getting your heart's desires. That's literally why you're here. To experience what you want.

No fear or doubt in the entire world combined can stop what you have full control over. Stop acting like you're scared you won't get your 'desires'. They are literally you. You are made up of your desires. Your desires are completely made up of you. You breath them into existence by just existing. Please stop behaving like you aren't aware of how reality works.

You can spiral, doubt, fear all you want, in the end you'll experience what your heart desires. It's inevitable. Feeling what you're feeling is good. But those feelings arising because you think you're not enough? Have some trust in yourself and wake tf up to the truth.

You can't cry about not having something when that something is you. This is where inner fulfilment comes in. Those people weren't lying when they said all that. Inner fulfilment is not the feeling of wish fulfilled. It is the knowing. The knowing that what you desire is you. You don't desire something outside of you.

Your desire is made up of every inch and ounce of you in it. Look within. It's right there.

[miniaturesuitgladiator]

Yandere batfamily x

Religious Reader

Notes: this is part 4 of the religious reader series.

Warnings ⚠️: mentions of reader loving someone. Other than that none. Not proofread.

Showing people your grandparents house and where they would sleep was never your favorite thing to do. You mostly did it out of obligation and for your grandma's cookies!

Being the center of attention was already bad enough when you had to show other people around. But these weren't just regular people.

No, these were some pretty powerful influential kids. Atleast compare to the kids your town.

You walk up the stairs and they follow you. Each old step creaks as you step on it. Sure the house was a bit old but that added to the charm! Or atleast it did in your eyes.....

You had grown up in this house. And more often then not you were in this house more then you were in your own.

Usually baking ,and sewing with your grandma or talking and trying to play the piano with your grandpa.

Each wall of the house had memories, each Crack did too.

These walls were filled with laughter and joy. But you supposed the Wayne's didn't see it that way.

Glancing back at them you could see their judgemental stares looking at the walls.

Maybe the old pink wallpaper wasn't up to style but it was cute!

Leading them up to the second story of the house you show them the rooms.

You try to ignore how dick and damian kind of flinched when they see the small rooms. But atleast they would all have their own! You think to yourself.

Jason acted as if he really didn't care what the rooms looked like muttering something under his breath like 'I've slept in way worse.'

And Tim had kept that charming smile on his which you were thankful for. Atleast you could bare one of them.

Finally heading back down stairs your grandparents and the Wayne's were talking. Well more like your grandpa and bruce were talking.

Your grandma looked like she was bored and talia looked like she absolutely despised your grandma.

Walking into the living room with the Wayne's children right behind you.

Your grandma's face lights up. She smile and stands. You definitely knew this trick. She using you as a way to get out of the conversation.

"I'm sure are guest are thirsty. Will you help me make them some hot chocolate, baby?" Your grandma ask with a kind smile silently begging you to say yes.

Well she knew you would say yes regardless. But she was still kind enough to ask.

You nod and follow her to the kitchen as the wayne children sit down on the couch.

Your grandma sighs as soon as she reaches her safe haven known as the kitchen.

"Not liking are guest grandma?" You ask quietly so the Wayne's don't hear.

Your grandma shrug as she grabs a pot out the cabinet. "Your grandpa is way to kind...he invites just about anyone over." She says shaking her head.

You smile at her disappointed gesture knowing she loves your grandpas kindness.

"He'd probably invite Hitler over if he didn't have a place to sleep." She says cracking a joke. You smile and giggle at her words knowing they were most likely true.

Your grandpa sure did have a kind heart.

Walking back into the living room. And handing each one of them their drink with a smile you couldn't help but notice that damian was missing.

Tim seeing you glance around says. "Damians outside...he was feeling a bit ill." He says but you can tell he was probably lying.

"Then I'll take his cup to him." You say as you make your way to the front door. Tim was going to speak up and tell you not to bother when dick shakes his head...he wanted to see how this would play out.

Walking out onto the big front porch you see damian sitting on the edge.

"We have chairs..." You say pointing at the rocking chairs to which he just glares at you. You take that as a warning not to try and be smart anymore.

"Here.." You say as you try and hand him his hot chocolate.

"No thanks..." He says as he looks at your outstretched hand.

You huff feeling annoyed with his rudeness.

"It'd be rude not take it...we made it just for you guys.." You say trying to make him feel bad.

Hoping the rich boy could even feel bad.

You suppose he does because with a sigh he reluctantly take the old hello kitty cup from your hands. And mutters a quiet 'thanks.'

You nod in response and take a seat beside him. "You don't have to stay out here with me. I'd much rather be alone." He says clearly trying to get you to leave.

But you don't budge deciding to give him a test of his own medicine.

"Well my grandpa says it's rude to leave our guest alone." You say with a kind smile trying to lighten the mood despite his rude aura.

"Do you listen to everything everyone tells you?" He says and you roll your eyes. Of course he'd say that. You were just trying to be nice. Something your sure this rich city boy has never been.

"Why are you out here anyway?" You say trying to defuse the tension.

"Well I wanted to be alone." He says ,agian clearly trying to get you to leave.

But you stand your ground and offer him a mocking smile.

"No one ever wants to be alone..." You say kindly despite his constant rudeness.

"Well perhaps not here. But in gotham it's quite a common thing." He retorts rolling his emerald green eyes.

"Gotham is very diffrent then here I guess.. ". You say trying to down play his words.

"It is." He says his words simple but true.

Comfortable silence feels the air even though there was tension moments ago. Maybe it was the beautiful snow the peaceful landed on the ground or the beautiful scenery of your grandparents yard...or Maybe it was just luck but for a moment the rich wayne boys heart had gone soft.

And his words were gently as they were spoken. And you don't know if it was his words or how he spoke them that through you off.

"Have you ever been in love?" He asks and now as his eyes search yours as if they'll speak for you see that his eyes are quite....beautiful.

Your baffled by his words never expecting to by asked that question much less by him. A strange you just met. But still you answer honestly..

"I think I have.....but I'm not sure." You say and you don't know why you answered. You didn't have to tell him anything.

But the way his sharp pretty eyes looked at you it felt as if the compelled you to answer.

"Your not sure..? Who was he?" Damian ask and by the way he's looking at you it's seems that you have offended him.

And his words have lost the gentleness of them instead the return to the usual cold state.

"I'd rather not say..." You say and it's true you'd rather not say.

Because remembering the boy of your past who held your heart in his hand, was far to much for you to want to remember.

You remember his beautiful green eyes. How they were much softer then damians dark ones.

You remember his perfect blonde hair. You remember his laugh. His real laugh not his fake one that he praticed.

You remember everything...

You knew everything about him. And he knew everything about you.

Well except the fact the you loved him....

So no, you didn't want to talk about him.

Because it hurt more than anything to talk about a boy who was once your best friend. Who was and probably still is your first love....

And you refuse to tell anyone. Especially a stranger you've only known for a day.

Damian huffs unsatisfied with your answer.

And his dark emerald return back to the snowy scenery.

That pit is forming in your stomach agian. The pit of regret. It makes you want to puke. To run away hide. But you don't...instead you take a deep breath and stand up.

Your heart still aching to see the one boy you truly love as you begin speaking.

"Let's go inside...it cold out here." You say though you didn't quite mind the cold. It distracted you from the pain in your heart.

Damian sighs and for a moment he looks like he's going to protest but then surprisingly he nods and follows you back in the house.

Your grandparents and the Wayne's are chatting but the only two who look happy are your grandpa and bruce.

Your grandpa is always happy though so that's nothing new. And bruce he looks like he's not exactly hating the conversation so that's a plus.

You stand next to your grandma who's sitting down next to your grandpa as hes chatting about his latest case since he was the towns judge.

"I'm gonna head home now ma..." You say and your grandma kisses your cheek and nods with a kind smile and whispers a quiet ' your cookies are on the stove.' To which you respond with a quiet 'thanks.'

Walking back into the kitchen and grabbing the box of cookies your grandma had made you smile finally getting what you've wanted.

Of course you'd have to share with your brother but atleast you'd get some...

Walking back into the living room your grandpa sees the box of cookies in your hand and put two together he says.

"Leaving already sunshine?" He says kindly and everyone turns to you.

"Yeah mamas gonna want me home before the blizzard really hits." You say calm your hands fidgeting with the cookie box out of nervousness.

"Well be safe sunshine...." Your grandpa says kindly and you smile and nod knowing that all you literally had to do was walk across the yard to get to your house. But it was nice to know that your grandpa did care.

"Come back early tomorrow so we can say goodbye." Tim says with a smile. He was definitely your favorite wayne.

"Of course." You say mentally saying tomorrow .

Tomorrow they would leave. Of course you liked Tim he was sweet but he wasn't worth the extra time with his family being so rude.

Heading out the door you sigh finally free to do as you pleased. You walk to your house which took less then a minute.

Walking in your house and locking the door. You set the box of cookies down on the kitchen counter.

Riley's quick to open the box and you roll your eyes at his eagerness. 'Typical' you think to yourself.

Sitting down on the couch and looking at watching tv the channel already being on the news channel you see something that make you groan.

'The blizzard is expected to cover all roads. The roads will be shut down for the next couple of days. Please stay inside!' The TV reporter said.

With the roads being closed only meant one thing.

The Wayne's would be staying longer.

Thanks for reading!

Taglist: @dhanyasri @kore-of-the-underworld @i-adorehannah @vanessa-boo @paperhermits @butratherbutrather

[cvntroach5000]

LaDS Men - "Been having fun without me?" 🔞

suggestive, slight crack, dialogue heavy, no use of y/n, reader is deadpan and unbothered

content warning: mentions of sex toys, implied masturbation, discussions of sex

While helping you move to a new apartment, he accidentally stumbles upon your box of sex toys.

Xavier ✨

He walks into your bedroom, pouting as he holds the box.

"You know, you can just call me whenever you feel... You know."

Of course Xavier Mr. Jealous-Of-Himself Lumiere would have beef with a box of sex toys.

You walk over to his slouched form, pulling him down to hug him to your chest and massage your fingers over the nape of his neck.

"If you want, we can use these together next time."

He buries his face deeper into your bosom, ears practically glowing red.

"I guess that's acceptable..." He grumbles.

His grouchiness persists and you can tell what he's thinking about as he continues to help you unpack. But it's nothing blowing his back out can't fix.

Zayne ❄️

He can deduce the contents of the box without looking inside and doesn't really want to intrude on your privacy by peeking in. He carries the box to your bedroom, calling out to you from the doorway.

"Love, I found this box in the bathroom. Where would you like me to put it?"

"Just leave it on my bed for now, I'll put it in my closet later. Thanks."

Masturbation is completely normal and using sex toys is a novel way of making the process easier and more pleasurable. He forgets about that box almost immediately, instead focusing on helping you unpack.

Rafayel 🪸

Feeling nosy, he immediately inspects the contents of the suspicious box and is very smug about his findings.

"Oh, that's fun! You didn't tell me you had such a collection. Since I've already seen yours, how about I show you mine and we play together, hmm?"

"Sure, but please don't get aroused right now, there aren't any good, clean surfaces to achieve coitus on and I'd like to get most of the unpacking done today."

He places the box on your bed, blowing a raspberry on his way back to the door.

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry, cutie. I'm your perfectly behaved unpacking partner for today. Buuut, if we happen to be done early, I won't say no to you sitting on my face~"

Sylus 🥀

When he finds a peculiar box amongst your belongings, he doesn't hesitate to peak inside. Your relationship is equal, and just as you can go through his things as you please, so does he with yours.

"I see you've got some interesting items in this box, sweetie. If you want, we can add things like this to our bedroom activities. Just tell me what kind you'd be interested in and I'll take care of it."

You hum, the gears clearly turning in your head as you've never really considered the possibility before, "Ok. I'll think about it and let you know."

"That's what I like to hear."

He goes back to unpacking, a little more satisfied than he was previously.

Caleb 🍎

He suppresses the wave of possessiveness that washes over him in favor of taking the opportunity to try and fluster you.

"Well, well, well... Look what I found. So... I think it's sufficient to say you missed me while I was gone?"

You blink at him before softly raising your eyebrows.

"Gone as in presumed dead?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"Caleb, are you implying I masturbated while thinking of my deceased foster brother?"

"Well, when you put it like that—"

Ok, this was not going in the direction he wanted it to.

"Either way, while you were gone, not only did I masturbate thinking of completely different people, I also engaged in intercourse with several other individuals. Now that I have answered your frankly intrusive question, I ask that you put my things on my bed and return to your station. Thank you."

Even though it's his arm that's cybernetic, his brain short-circuits and he stands dumbly in your doorway for another five minutes before finally complying with your orders and dejectedly going back to his task.

[lolazoel]

As a german with grandparents who lived during WW2 i can confirm, this is what happened. And it's precisely what's happening again, it started by giving the public an enemy, someone to fear because the economy is messed up and living isn't easy.

Back then Hitler gave the germans many enemies: Jews, queer people, work unions, immigrants, Sinthi and Roma, communists, socialists, the mentally ill, the disabled, scientist, historians, authors, i can go on.

And now let's see what Trump did! He gave the americans an enemy to blame the economic situation on: queer people, immigrants, work unions, refugees, Mexicans, Native Americans, scientists, historians, authors, communists and socialists, the disabled and the mentally ill. Probably more that i can't remember right now.

Now, a man of Trump's age should be educated on why WW2 happened and why it left no winners despite germany and its allies surrendering to the US, UK, France and the UDSSR. The issue is, I believe he knows. And he knows that wars are good for the economy. They have the consequences of a redestribution of land because some who fell in the war leave property without an owner or a will. It means that resources used for the public can now be spent otherwise, like making old men with lots of money richer. It means a baby boom because sad people make bad decisions like sleeping around. And it means that the tangerine man with his tiny Richard can get emergency powers to stay in power longer.

The biggest issue? I can see the same happening in Germany too. Like we didn't learn from our mistakes. And I see men in power directing it all. A while ago Elon Musk, you know, the Nazi, met with Alice Weidel, a german politician and probably most hypocritical person i am aware of (she lives in Switzerland, has a wife from I believe Srilanka who wears a hijab, has adopted children, yet claims not to be queer and supports a party against immigrants, queer people, rainbow families, and muslims). Ever since I got notifications on Twitter about what Alice Weidel thinks. I had to block and report her to stop the notifications. I have no interests that she posts about. No, this is manufactured, herding more people into the arms of the extreme right wing.

And you want to know the worst part? The worst part is that the greater population will do nothing to stop this. Even if they don't actively support this change in society, until they are proclaimed the enemy they will stand aside and watch, because until it is them they won't care. And when it is them, there won't be anyone left willing to stand up for them.

Is there any hope left? When it is obvious war is coming given how countries scramble to isolate themselves until they become dependent on resources from others and willing to fight for those? When red buttons, launch codes, are so easily accessible and ready to cause the extinction of life on earth at a moment's notice? We are lucky that we won't have to fear a-weapons immediately, although b and c weapons are definitely going to be used (ABC weapons are Atomic, Biological, Chemical). It will be a war for resources, no need to taint those with radiation. We are lucky, because those who would have to use those weapons are in our generation, millenials and gen-z, people who grew up in a time where a connection to everywhere at once became the norm. People reluctant to fight and kill innocents.

So we can pray. And we can educate ourselves and each other. And we can stand up to protect each other. Because if enough people oppose the ruling class this will not become WW3, the war of resources, it will become a revolution, be it inspired by the french or the americans. Because one thing Germany did very well in the last century. We broke down the wall dividing east and west, parting friends and families. So let the german 80s and 90s inspire you, not the 30s and 40s. Unite.

Yo, correct me if I am wrong please, but didn't Hitler rise to power because he promised to fix the German economy and people really liked that so they looked past everything else he was doing??? Like exactly what's happening in America right now???

So many people said they voted for Trump, put a truly evil person in power, because he said he'd fix the economy, and a little voice in my head is going, "Isn't that what happened with fucking Hitler??"

But I've seen no one point that out so maybe I'm miss remembering???????

[demonic0angel]

Ok! Spoiler warning ship. Where Wes explains why he hates Danny. No one will believe him that fenton is phantom.

Steph looks him dead in the eye, takes a deep breath. Then explains to him in a dead serious tone how stupid and dangerous that is, not only to the hero, but him and everyone else too.

(It's funny that you ask me this. Just wait for tomorrow lmaooo)

"I know that. I was fourteen." Wes crossed his arms and looked away, glaring at nothing. "It doesn't mean that I can't hate Phantom."

Steph raised a finger and opened her mouth, ready to defend Phantom when she paused and reconsidered. Then she asked, "If you know that it was dangerous, why do you still hate him? Did he do something to you?"

"Yes!" Wes spat. "Even though I was fourteen and stupid, you know what he would do? He would transform in front of me and gloat that no one believed me! Like, I get that he had a secret identity but he laughed in my face because he thought it was funny that everyone thought I was lying! Not even my family— my brothers believed me! I was called 'the Crazy Weston' for years in high school!"

Steph pursed her lips. As a vigilante, she understood the importance of secret identities and Wes had almost purposefully endangered the lives of others by trying to reveal Phantom's. But it was true that Wes had only been fourteen when he found out, and Danny had no right to tease him when he should've just explained properly.

"... okay, I get that." She scooted over to press against him. Wes didn't react, still looking irritated. Steph continued, "But aren't you two friends now? I guess I find it weird that you still hate him after so long, especially when you guys help each other so much."

"I don't really care about Phantom. Danny is just an asshole," Wes growled.

Steph did not voice the fact that Wes could also occasionally be an asshole.

Wes must've noticed because he went silent and then he said, "But we're fine now or whatever. I have blackmail on him that I can use and he lets me do it. I'll protect him because he's a hero from my world and because he's our King, but I don't care if I'm rude or not. He owes me for those years of hell in high school."

Stephanie shrugged and then smiled, pressing herself against him again. "Well, it's not like I can say anything about your relationship with him. I just wanted to make sure you know about the importance of secret identities."

"I don't want to hear that from you, Miss Spoiler," Wes said, rolling his eyes but he uncurled his arms and then wrapped one around her, pulling her closer to kiss her hair.

They sat in companionable silence for a while, just cuddling and enjoying each other's presence. Learning something new about each other was always fascinating. Steph suddenly sighed.

"Y'know, I don't know how I didn't realize before, but you're really petty."

"Excuse me? I'll have you know that I—"

Wes began to rant and Steph couldn't help but laugh at his indignation. In the end, he attacked her with angry kisses until she was shrieking with laughter.

Her boyfriend may be petty and vindictive, but at the very least, he was all hers.

(Note: I actually love how the fandom characterize Wes and I especially LOVE how hostile Wes can be. People don't seem to realize that they created the perfect character to be a villain bc let's not forget that since Kyle Weston is headcanoned to be Jazz's age, Wes is in the perfect position to threaten Danny's loved ones, especially with how Danny seems to tease him a lot (which is probably infuriating). I imagine that Wes and Danny have a frenemy relationship (that is a little one-sided), but they will help each other if need to be. Imo, with how the phandom characterizes them both interacting, they are BOTH in the wrong.)

[beneathsilverstars]

i keep adding things to this one post and then realizing they'd make more sense as a separate post. so here's how the party explained what happened in dagger ending au to bonnie:

Siffrin was very sad and worried about everyone leaving, because he was alone before he met us and he didn't want to be alone again. But he didn't talk about it because we all had plans that seemed very important, and he didn't want to get in the way, and he didn't want to admit that he didn't have anything else to do. It sounds pretty silly when you put it like that, but the rest of us were nervous to admit how much we cared about each other, too! Sometimes it's hard to tell someone how important they are to you, if you don't know whether you're important to them.

During the quest it was okay, because Siffrin knew we would stay together until Vaugarde was saved. But getting to Dormont meant the quest was almost over, and they got so upset at the idea of everyone leaving, that they didn't really care about what they were doing. Why did it matter what happened to them, when they were going to be sad and alone tomorrow either way? So they weren't very careful while they were training, and they got hurt. Luckily Odile saw, and Mirabelle healed them right up.

Now, he's really glad that we all decided to stay together longer! But he might still feel worried for a while, because it's hard to believe that everyone isn't leaving, after he's been dreading it for so long. And sometimes when you're sad for a long time, your brain just tries to keep being sad even when there isn't any reason to be. But if we keep reminding him that we love him just as much as he loves us, it'll start to stick in his brain better! We might also need to remind him to be careful and take care of himself, because that can be hard to remember when you're sad. And while he practices that, we can help take care of him, too!

[nugatorysheep]

What your favorite SU character says about you but it's just mean as fuck

Steven — How is being a mentally ill, people-pleasing queer going for you? Did your mommy issues and anxiety resolve themselves yet or are you still avoiding therapy?

You either disliked or were neutral about him until he got a neck. You think Future is peak cinema (correct) and can't understand why everyone else hates it. You have a better grasp on this show's characters and themes than most of the people who watched it.

Connie — You were likely the gifted kid in school but a total burn-out now. You either see a lot of yourself in this character (How are those helicopter parents of yours doing? Have you gone no-contact yet?) or you're a normie and boring to sandbox with. Probably both.

You've got a lot of Feelings™️about her and if people don't agree it causes Problems™️. In case no one has told you yet, stop caring what other people think. Your constant virtue signaling to appeal to other normies is a crutch that's just holding you back. It's okay to have fun!!

Stevonnie — You want to fuck this character, though you'd never say that out loud. You like Steven and Connie; maybe you like one more than the other, but you like both at least a little. If you're using them for shipping you're the only person in the entire fandom doing whatever hyper-specific ship you've latched onto.

Rose and or Pink — You really suck as a person! Or you used to suck but you've gotten a lot better and we stan! If you're the former you almost certainly have terrible takes on this show (but not in the way people might think), sorry, I don’t make the rules. Either way, you gotta stop finding ways to bring her back, dawg. She's gone.

Greg — You're a man (positive) and gay as hell. Gentleman on the streets and a fucking freak in the sheets. We stan. Pop off king <3

Garnet — If you headcanon her as acespec she is not actually your favorite, Ruby and Sapphire are your favorite, but you like them both equally so you just say you like Garnet. If you headcanon her as anything else you're definitely shipping her with one of the other gems, probably Pearl or Jasper.

Amethyst — Super chill person. Would be in most people's dream blunt rotation. You're a live and let live kinda guy and I respect that, but you also have no hills you'd die on so you're not the first person anyone goes to if they need serious support. You can get away with misinterpreting this character (on purpose or accidentally) because it's hard to say things about her that most people won't just shrug at and go "yeah that sounds right I guess"

Pearl — You're annoying as hell. You see yourself in this character and that's not a good thing. Your social media presence gives off the same energy as every white woman's Instagram profile. If being a victim was a contest you'd take home the gold.

You think everyone is out to get you. They're not.

You think you're being persecuted. You're not.

Most people who see you from a distance and don't know better think you're alright, so you're probably pretty well-liked in public. The only people you will get along with in close quarters are all walking mean lesbian stereotypes.

Peridot — You're annoying as hell for a different reason. You see yourself in this character too and that is a terrible, terrible thing.

She's your pfp on every website and app that will allow it. Your lifeblood is this fucking character and e v e r y o n e will know it. You're weirdly possessive of her and the hyper specific headcanons you made for her (even if you don't say that) despite every grass-fearing autistic person on the internet projecting onto her, so ironically you don't like other Peridot fans, which always ends up with you sitting alone even on websites with millions of people on them.

90% chance you're a furry, otherkin, therian or think you have DID. You think you're misunderstood, and in some ways you are, but the reality is most people don't speak dog and don't have the time or energy to learn. You need to go outside and learn to speak cat whether you want to or not

Lapis — You don't like Peridot fans or kinnies, which is weirdly in-character. You're the biggest hater but you don't hide it and I can respect that. You think Lapis is a victim, but you're only half right. You would probably fall for propaganda if it was dressed up fancy enough.

Jasper — You want to fuck this character, full stop. There's a 50/50 chance you're chill af or the most insufferable person on the planet. If you're the former you're friends with a lot of people. You float easily from one group to another, but a jack of all trades is a master of none, and you're no one's first pick if they're looking for someone close. You probably hate Lapis and her fans but you should really just let that shit go ngl

Spinel — You need therapy (derogatory) and you're making that everyone else's problem. Despite the clown aesthetic you're not very funny to be around and you should get a better sense of humor. You project onto this character way too hard and it shows in your fandom habits and headcanons, but most of the time that's fine

Like Spinel, you're a little two-faced. Some people pick up on that right away and some don't. The people who do hold you at arms length until you make it clear which clown you'd rather be. You hate it when people ship Spinel with any character besides your favorite pairing, but you'll never say that out loud unless it's a ship the people you're talking to don't like.

Blue Diamond — You're a man (derogatory) or a minor who doesn't actually understand anything about this character yet, and would immediately fall for any and all forms of propaganda

Yellow Diamond — If you think she is wearing a helmet you're a man (derogatory) and you expected things out of SU that were never gonna happen. If you think it's just hair you have a much better grasp on this character than 90% percent of SU's fandom and I'm platonically kissing you on the mouth.

White Diamond — You're a man (derogatory) or an incredibly based and sexy queer.

The Zircons — You like Ace Attorney, or would like it if you haven't played it yet. You're making them kiss sloppy style. UwU

Lars — You probably didn't like him until after he died. You will defend this boy with your fucking life. Also you should just…. go watch Star Trek if you haven't. Seriously what are you doing—

Sadie — You're an oddball. Very lax though. You have complicated feelings about Shep

Peedee — You're a little quirky, a little freaky, but you're too scared to just say that. You desperately need some fun in your life, but the people around you make that difficult. Eventually you'll find the folks that are worth hanging around. See you on the flip side :)

Ronaldo — You're the type of person this character is based on and you take it in stride. If you're shipping him with Lars, you're the only person who's opinion on this character matters.

Kevin — I dunno who hurt you but you have a terrible taste in men. You only have fun in bed if it involves a damn near human rights violation

Mayor Dewey — You're normalbirb

Any other townie — This is a trick question! No one has these as their favorite lmao

[makuyi13]

Lucy, X-Men is because of me? Wow...

Batman TAS, Wednesday, Heartstopper (I don't have Netflix)

All my socks look the same

I have smoothie trauma. My mum, convinced that me and brother were slow eater sat anything but smoothies, fed us blended monstrosities for five years in elementary school. I can no longer drink 99.99% of smoothies, but the 0.01% I can drink are pretty good.

It depends on the occasion and my gender.

Soft-boiled with salt.

Anything close by that fits between pages. Or a dog-ear.

Black, because I own many, many of the free black T-shirt that my youth ensemble gives out every year. After that, blue.

I used to collect Japanese erasers. I still have them.

I'm very bad at smelling anything but peanuts (allergic). I like the sound of the ocean.

I love it when they give us a bunch of book quotes to pick from.

I wear glasses half the time.

He never says he'll do something if he doesn't want to do it. Only if he wants to. And if he wants to, he'll do it if it kills him. This is my favourite thing about him, but also my least favourite.

Pencil

Home for me isn't as much a place as it is a person, a feeling, an action, a food, a moment, a situation. It's when I'm by people I love and I can feel okay with myself being with them for once and we're just vibing.

I have a good few houseplants. None have names.

I have an oversized beige hoodie that says "Lothlórien: Home of Lembas Bread" with the Leaf of Lórien on it. It's really comfy, and I got it printed in Vietnam. I've had it for several years now.

Some rings

I wouldn't want to have watched anything from history. Sorry.

Harry Potter

Geometry

I love those classical sculptures of women. I just love them.

Iced

It's either another '80s song or some really sad song about betrayal and stuff.

I don't know.

I have my ears pierced once. I would like a second piercing right next to it. As for tattoos, none, thanks. The most I'll go is a temporary finger tattoo.

I can't cook for shit but I can bake muffins. And earl grey lavender cookies with lemon glaze.

No. They're all on my violin case.

Yes.

Yes. I don't remember what my favourite set was.

It's organised in some areas. On the left we have all the jeans, pants, and in drawers, underwear and socks. In the center, it's a free-for-all. On the right, we have shirts and a few sweaters and hoodies. We are Asian, so shoes go by the door, not in the closet.

"Please Don't Say You Love Me" by Gabrielle Aplin

Blue. A cosmic blue, probably.

Headphones.

Yes.

His name is Peter, and he is a tan dog with dark brown ears.

I'm decent at the what-is-it-called-the-little-soccer-guys-in-a-box?

I don't care.

Hello? Everything I watch and listen to is alien to my friends.

My friend vented to me.

Citrus.

Maple.

Yes. I don't have a favourite.

On

I hand people the exact amount of money. Occasionally, I don't, and I just shove it back in my wallet.

It fluctuates from being the most beautiful handwriting and being horrendous.

Nothing that comes to mind.

Yes, unless I'm in the middle of something.

They're all the same.

Pretend it's not raining.

Dark, silent, in my bed, kind of cool, but not hot; two blankets, specifically one thin, one thick. The thin one under the thick one.

ASK ME ABOUT ANY OF THIS

50 Questions Just Because

What are three shows in your watchlist that you’ve been meaning to get to?

Describe your favorite pair of socks

Do you like smoothies?

What do you wear when you have to dress nicely?

How do you like your eggs?

What do you use to keep your place when you’re reading a book?

What color dominates your closet?

Do you collect anything? If so, what?

What sounds or scents calm you down?

What’s your favorite kind of uquiz question? (Lyric, color, aesthetic, etc)

Do you wear glasses or contacts?

What’s something about your best friend that you love?

Do you prefer to write in pen or pencil?

What are some places where you feel most at home?

Do you have any houseplants? Do any of them have names?

Describe your favorite hoodie. How long have you had it? What makes it unique?

What’s the last thing you ordered online?

What’s one historical event that you would have liked to have witnessed?

What’s your favorite Halloween costume from when you were a kid?

What kind of math are you best at?

What’s your favorite period in art history, your favorite famous work and/or your favorite style of art? If you don’t know any that’s ok!

Iced or hot drinks?

Which songs do you like to sing in the shower?

Are you a good driver?

Do you have any piercings or tattoos? Are there any that you want?

Can you cook or bake? If so, what are some of your specialties?

Do you have any keychains on your home or car keys? Describe them!

Can you swim very well? Do you like swimming?

Did you play with Legos as a kid? What was your favorite set?

Is your closet organized? If so, how?

What’s the last music video you watched?

If you could dye your hair any color, regardless of how you think it would look, what color would you choose?

Headphones or earbuds?

Can you read analog clocks?

Describe your favorite stuffed animal, either now or from when you were a kid.

What’s an arcade or table game (air hockey, ping pong, etc) that you’re really good at?

Do you mind if others are in the kitchen when you’re cooking or baking?

What’s one show you watch or musician you listen to that your friends know nothing about?

What was the best part of your day today?

What’s your favorite kind of tree?

What scent is your deodorant?

Do you have any games on your phone? If so, which one(s) is/are your favorite?

Do you shower with the lights on or off?

What do you do with spare change?

Do you have good handwriting?

What’s the last thing a friend recommended to you that you looked into and actually liked?

Do you like to go on walks?

Do you have a favorite plate or bowl?

What’s your favorite thing to do when it’s raining?

Describe your perfect sleeping conditions

[fl3shm4id3n]

ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟɪᴇꜱ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 ����𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐍𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜱᴜɢᴜʀᴜ ɴɪʀᴀɢɪx ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴀɴᴏꜱ (ᴄʜᴏɪ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢ-ʜʏᴜɴ) x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ᴅᴏᴊᴀ ᴄᴀᴛ - ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ

Tw: talks about bullying, talks about manipulation, SMUT, public bathroom sex, oral (both giving and receiving), a bit of making out, voyeurism/exhibitionism (Thanos watching them), reader is described to have peircings like Niragi (eye brow, nose, tongue, nipples and clit), Jerking off, fingering, sharing in a way.

A/N: Is it obvious that I like the bathroom scene?

Masterlist

ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ/ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴋᴇᴅᴀᴅᴅʟᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ.

Danger had always seemed to find you and your boyfriend, Niragi. First it was Alice in Borderlands, now theses games. You thought that you'll simply play children's game, but no. These games involved getting killed if you either didn't play them right or lost. It didn't brother Niragi the slightest, ever since Alice in Borderlands he had changed, a lot. You didn't blame him though, for years he had suffered bullying and all kinds of mistreatment. One day, he just snapped and became the guy he is now. Despite his somewhat cold and crazy self, he was still sweat to you behind closed doors. Not only that, but he was a possessive freak. He wanted everyone to know who you were with.

That's why he always had you either sitting on his lap or just had you near him. At all times. It never bothered you at all, you preferred it that way. It made you feel safe all the time. Sure, you got some stares from the other players, but you didn't care. You too wanted everyone to know that you and him were together.

That morning, or what you assumed was morning. You and Niragi were eating your food. But you couldn't help but notice how your boyfriend kept looking around the players, almost as if he was analyzing them. "People watching all of a sudden?" You asked, while looking at you. "Sort of." He responded, while he stared at that Thanos guy and that other guy who's always with him. "He caught your eye? Don't tell me my boyfriend wants a boyfriend." You teased, making Niragi chuckle and roll his eyes. "Nah, I only got eyes for you." He said, while turning to look at you. Giving you a smile. In which you couldn't help but smile and blush at the same time.

"You know, we're gonna need some allies." He said, that caught your interest. "Allies? How come?" You asked. "I mean, why not? Who knows what the next games are and I think it's good that we have other people besides us." He explained. Now that made sense. "Yeah, guess you're right." You said, then you looked at Thanos who was messing around with that friend of his. "I'm guessing you want him as an ally?" You asked. "I mean, why not. He's obviously not that bright and I can teach him the ropes." He said. "You mean, manipulate him?" You asked. "Most likely." He responded, you nodded your head. Understandingly.

Later on, you were all escorted to the next game. In which you needed five people. You and Niragi were discussing on who you should ask. All of a sudden, you heard someone call out to you. "Señorita, excuse me." You turned around and saw that it was Thanos himself with his goon and some other guy. "Lets play the game together." He said with such confidence it almost made you laugh. "Well, why should I?" You asked, somewhat playing hard to get. "Don't you know who he is? He's Thanos, the rapper." That guy spoke for Thanos. While Thanos did a small pose. "I'm gonna kill half of humanity with my raps." The guy said again, then his goon chimed in. "Hold on, a girl? We don't know what the game is." He asked, almost bothered by the fact that Thanos wanted a girl to join them.

"I, Thanos the great, will protect you."Thanos said, with a confident smile. "Right, Thanos." You said, while pretending to think. "So, have you got all the infinity stones?" You asked, still playing hard to get. "Of course!" He added. "I'm going to destroy anyone who gets in my way." He claimed and got close to you. "Just stick with me and you'll be safe. Okay?" He said, he was not going to let you go that easily. You nodded your head, but you continued your little charade. "As much as I want to, I'm teamed up with my boyfriend." You said, gesturing to Niragi who was standing there, watching the whole interaction. "No problem, who is it?" He asked, very determined to have you in his team. Regardless if you have a boyfriend or not.

You then moved away, revealing your boyfriend to him, who had a small smirk on his lips. Thanos stared at him for a bit. "What's your name?" He asked, Niragi quickly responded. "Niragi." He said. "He looks like a try hard." Thanos goon said, while trying to pull Thanos away, but Thanos didn't allow him to. He then walked close to him. "What's up, nice to meet you my brother. Welcome to the Thanos world." He said. Then he pulled Niragi into a bro hug. It was almost funny to watch in some way. "You're cute, come on." Thanos said, pulling Niragi with him. You couldn't help but chuckle when your boyfriend had been called cute by some guy.

While the first two groups went first, you and Niragi were having a small private conversation. "That was easier than I thought." He whispered. "Right, and here I thought it was going to be harder to get his attention. He just went in for the kill. Must be that confidence he likes to display." You said. "He made it easier for us." Niragi added. He was right, Thanos recruiting you both was easy. Really easy, but the difficult part was going to be brainwashing him into becoming Niragi's underling. This reminded you of Alice in Borderlands again.

After your team won the game, you were sent back to the lobby. That was where you all got to learn a bit about each other. From names an ages. You had lied, saying that you were much older than all of them, Thanos had Nam Gyu call you Noona. You didn't mind, as long as if that was what got you closer into manipulating Thanos, the better. When the food of the day was given, you and Niragi sat together alone. Thanos understood and let you guys do your thing.

"What an Idiot." Niragi said, while taking a bite from the small loaf of bread. "I mean, what else did you expect?" You asked your boyfriend. "Hm, I think they'll be a change of plan." He said, making you raise a brow at him. "Meaning?" You asked. "I saw the way he looked at you. He was practically undressing you with his eyes. He wants to screw you for sure." Niragi added. You did notice how Thanos would stare at you as if you were the only girl in the world. "So, what do you want me to do?" You asked. "Hm, flirt with him." Niragi said. That surprised you. "Just like that?" You asked. "I mean, look at him. He is practically drooling just by the sight of you. I can tell he has a weakness for pretty things like you. Nurture that weakness, be his strength and he'll worship you." Niragi said.

"What about you? You're a jealous and possessive freak." You added. "I know, but. Me and you both know that you belong with me and only me." He said, you couldn't help but smile. Then you gave Niragi a small peck, but Niragi didn't want a peck. He got a hold of the back of your neck and kissed you on the lips deeply. Shyly but confidently, you kissed him back. Both your tongues battling each other, you felt how your piercings were clanking against each other's. Sending shivers down your spine. You two were too focused kissing, that you didn't notice Thanos staring at you both.

30 minutes before bed, everyone got the chance to go to the bathroom. You were the last one to go, you were alone with Niragi, since the boy's bathroom was still packed. While you washed your hands, you felt how Niragi's hand running small circles on the small of your back under your shirt. "You know. It's been a while." He commented, while looking at you. "It has, hasn't it." You asked. While looking back at him. You took his hand and guided him into a stall. Once in the stall, you closed the door for some privacy.

Before you could do anything. Niragi pushed you against the wall. It surprised you a bit. You were then gently pushed down to your knees. Without hesitation, pulled his pants and boxers down. His cock sprung out, with small bead of precum on his tip. "Needy are we?" You asked, cockily, while licking your lips. Niragi then got a hold of his cock and placed the tip onto your parted lips. Like always, you sucked on his tip, then moved down his shaft. He groaned softly, biting his lip as you processed to move your head up and down. His eyes rolled at the back of his head. He then intertwined his fingers with your hair and held your hair tightly. You whined around his shaft, but you continued to bob your head up and down.

You made as much saliva as you could, trying to coat his cock as much as you could. Making it more sloppy before he began to thrust his hips. "You like that don't you?" He asked, slowly beginning to thrust his hips. You slightly gagged when you felt his tip beginning to hit the back of your throat. You stopped moving your head completely. You felt how Niragi then pushed your head on the wall, then got a hold on your hair with both hands beginning to thrust into your mouth a bit roughly but not to roughly. You shut your eyes and held onto his hips. You also felt yourself getting wetter and wetter, you wouldn't be surprised if your wetness bled through your pants.

All that was heard was yours and Niragi's breathing, as well as his sloppy thrusts into your mouth. "You loved getting looked at don't you? By that purple haired fucker huh?" He asked, while staring down at you, watching how his cock was disappearing into your pretty mouth. As he continued to thrust, you carefully stuck your tongue out, your piercings running on his shaft made his whole body shiver, god he loved it. He knew convicting you to get your tongue pierced was a good idea. You were both too busy that you didn't hear the door open and close, you both stopped when footsteps were heard. Niragi then pulled out of your mouth and placed his finger on his lips to stay quiet.

He then carefully, opened the door of the stall and peaked outside. It was none other than Thanos. Nigari then opened the door, exposing what you and him were doing. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt." Thanos said, while staring at you. Seen you in such vulnerable position made his cock twitch. "No, you're just in time." Niragi said, making you look up at your boyfriend, who then turned to look at you with a cocky smirk. You knew that smirk far to well. He had something up his sleeve. "We don't mind being watched, right?" Niragi asked you, giving you a look to play along. "Yeah, we don't mind. We actually like it." You added, while Thanos continued to stare at you. His cock hardening. You saw how he gulped down some saliva that had build up in his mouth.

"You can stay and watch, if not. You can always go, but make sure you close the door." Niragi said, then we went back to you. Placing his cock back into your mouth and slowly thrusted. You moaned around him, but you looked up at him. He simply mouthed you to 'play along' in which you did. You continued to allow him to use your mouth as if Thanos wasn't there. To your surprise, you actually liked it. Getting watched by some guy, was a new huge turn on. Nigari had seem to notice, he then moved his leg between your legs, your wet clothed pussy was rubbing up against hi leg. He felt how wet you were. He knew that you liked getting watched. He also liked it too. For some odd reason.

The whole time, Thanos watched. Shamelessly. Ever since he saw you, he knew that he wanted you. He wanted to kiss you, touch you, obviously fuck you. But you had a boyfriend, those plans were on hold. Since he had wanted you, he had an idea. To get you on his side and have you leave your boyfriend for him. But again, those plans have changed. He watched how Niragi was fucking your throat, he wanted to do that. So bad. He couldn't help it, he pulled out his cock and processed to stroke himself. Watching you both. He spat on his hand and went back to stroking himself.

Fuck, it was hot. You then processed to take off your jacket, Niragi caught onto this, then the reached down and lifted your shirt, exposing your bra. In which he also pulled up. Your tits now on display, showing off your pierced nipples. Thanos got a good view of your tits, that made him drool like an idiot. He was a tits guy. He loved tits, specially with pierced nipples. He stroked himself faster. 'Fuck' He thought, as he stroked himself even more. The more Thanos stroked himself, the faster and harder Nigari thrusted, almost matching the same pace. You almost couldn't breath, but you could breath through your nose. Niragi was rough, but not this rough. Did he too also like getting watched? He must have, this was new. For the both of you.

Before you knew it, you felt Niragi cum. Right down your throat. You moaned around him, gagging and with eyes closed shut. You stated his salty and thick load. It's been a while since you have. After a couple minutes. Niragi pulled away from you, allow you to catch your breath properly. He then turned to look at Thanos, who he too had cum and his load was on his hand and jacket. "Fuck." Thanos said, while wiping his hand on his jacket. "We're not done here." Niragi said. Then you were picked up by your boyfriend, who then sat down on the floor, with you laying between his legs. Right in front of Thanos who watched the whole thing.

Once you were lying between Niragi's legs. He then pulled your pants and panties down, exposing your wet pussy to Thanos. "Pretty ain't she? Look, she's all soaked." Niragi purred, as he spread your legs wide, then spread your wet folds. Raveling your pierced and throbbing clit to Thanos. You felt embarrassed and humiliated, but it also turned you on. Thanos remained frozen, seen you like this did all sorts of things to him. It made him go crazy, he wanted to suck your tits as he fucked you like there was no tomorrow. But what he really wanted, was to taste you. How did you taste like? Did you taste like heaven? He wanted to know. He couldn't help but lick his lips.

Niragi watched him, smirking by Thanos reaction. "You want to taste her don't you?" He asked, then he began to rub your clit, making you moan and arch your back by how he rubbed his your clit. Giving them tight and firm rubs. It made your legs shiver, you've missed his fingers doing all kinds of things to you. It was almost addictive. Niragi chuckled. "Don't be shy now, you know you want to." He encouraged the purple haired guy, who continued to stare at him rubbing your clit. You watched how Thanos practically threw himself onto the floor. On his stomach and crawled towards you. His head literally between your legs. He stared at your wet pussy, engraving it in his mind so that he doesn't forget it. Niragi watched, in amusement. Loving how Thanos practically looked like a dog begging.

"Go on. Don't keep the lady waiting." Niragi said to Thanos, without a moment going to waist. Thanos much latched onto your pussy. You gasped and moaned, you felt how his tongue and mouth were lapping at you. He was eating you like a dog that haven't eaten in days. "Ah!" You whined, shutting your eyes tightly as you felt him lapping at you even more. You also felt how Niragi continued to rub your clit, still firm but quick rubs. You also felt how his free hand went for your breasts, groping and pinching your sensitive nipples. You felt how he gently tugged at your piercing. Making you quiver. It didn't help that Thanos was now sucking at your clit and even biting the piercing. "You like that don't you? Of course you do." Niragi whispered in your ear, then gave your cheekbone a small kiss of comfort.

Meanwhile, Thanos continued to eat you out. Desperately and very greedily. He was enjoying himself, a lot. You could feel how his moans vibrated against you. It felt good, almost wrong. It felt like a betrayal to your boyfriend in a way. But at the same time, he allowed this to happen. Almost as if he wanted this to happen. It confused you. You gasp when you felt Thanos tongue hitting your sweet spot. "Ah! Fuck!" You whined, your back arching your back as much as you could. You felt how Thanos held you in place, he had a grip on your thighs. Keeping them spread to have as much access as he could. He was going crazy by the minute.

Niragi laughed, seen how Thanos was destroying you. He loved seen you like this. Even if he wasn't the one making you feel that way. "It's okay, you're close. I know it." He murmured against your ear, trying to comfort you. It was somewhat working, but you'd turn your attention back to Thanos, who was still devouring you. You felt an electric type shock hit your body. You were about to cum. "Oh! I'm!" You tried to say but you couldn't. "Go on. I'm sure he'd love to taste your orgasm." Niragi encouraged you. You couldn't help it, your thighs had tighten around Thanos head, keeping him place. He didn't seem to mind, he was more busy trying to get you to cum in his mouth.

Then you did, you've cummed and Thanos drank your orgasm. You let out a shriek slash moan of pleasure. Niragi watched the whole thing. He licked his lip, watching how Thanos drank your orgasm like as if it were water and the face you made as you cummed. He loved it, every bit of it. It was sick and twisted in a way, you probably knew that by now. Thanos then lifted his head up, breathing heavily. "So, how did her pussy taste like?" Niragi asked Thanos who had a weak smirk on his face. "Like heaven." Thanos said, still breathless. His face was nearly covered with your juices. Niragi smiled at Thanos response. Making allies was easy, even easier when you were involved.

[isa-ghost]

I genuinely intend to remain reinforcing that Phil Does Not Want To Do Lore On The Realm because I don't want the community's pushing to send him to the point of never doing anything like it again (I've seen this lowkey happen before in other fandoms).

BUT...

I see such a clear pipeline from trPhil's "no fuck you go away I'm burying previous trauma and pain in logging obsessively" to some sort of "fine, I admit I'm miserable because I lost family and friends AGAIN, and I will begrudgingly try soothing it with letting people in my bubble again" type surrender moment brought on by trSneeg because he's so persuasive and makes excellent points with pure logic and reason and the idea makes me salivate.

Obviously it's all 100% ooc jokes and even if it WAS intentional rp, we have no guarantee that trPhil is "main" (specifically q) Phil, but technically trPhil HAS vaguely opened up to trSneeg about the grief and scars he has in the wake of losing his children. trSneeg knows trPhil is bitter and still grieving. He can see that logging, no matter what trPhil insists, is Not helping him actually heal. It's just barely letting him cope.

It's the same old tricks rpPhil has always turned to to deal with baggage, immersing himself as much as he can in physical labor of some kind. His projects back home in Hardcore, the "trains in his basement" in DSMP after he had to kill his own son, all the building and looting and protesting he did on QSMP any time the kids were taken away from him.

And I think we've seen more than enough evidence to show that trSneeg could 100% keep his cool through all the stubborn and heated refusal trPhil would meet with his attempts to convince him to just be willing to socialize and invest in people again. Not even to join Yellow, just let himself have meaningful connections again, rather than sticking to tolerating his and trFit's presences (most of the time). Even though trPhil's evasive behavior has been reinforced (probably tenfold) after The Keepers assaulted him and destroyed his wings AGAIN, I think with the tenacity and confidence trSneeg exudes, he could slowly eventually coax trPhil into opening up again. Even if just a tiny bit.

Especially because he sees why trPhil is so adamant on sticking to his guns rn, he knows it's not JUST the factions and snails. He'd see it even if trPhil hadn't straight up told him multiple times already. Right away, trSneeg would make it very clear that trPhil would have no obligations to anyone or anything, that socializing doesn't mean he HAS to save people from the peril they face or take a side in the interpersonal conflicts they have or help them all figure out what the deal is with the eyes or the Keepers or anything else.

He doesn't have to put up with a snail that reminds him of his lost kids, he doesn't have to choose a side like it's Purgatory again, he doesn't have to get involved with the horrors people are going through like he often did with the islanders, he doesn't have to help solve/understand whatever is going on in The Realm like he did with The Federation and The Codes and everything else fucked up and strange on Quesadilla Island. If having friends is all he wants, he can have that.

And even if trSneeg STILL couldn't sway trPhil with All That, that would mean we'd get a gut-wrenching storyline about how after so many years of loving and losing again and again throughout his immortal life, rpPhil knows that pain is a part of love whether you want it to be or not, you can't have one without the other. He can't make connections here without signing up for the stress and pain that comes with it because that's what it means to care about people.

It's not just the most recent time putting him off from it all, it's an entire cycle he's been forced to suffer in for as long as he can remember, because that's what being immortal entails. He wants the cycle to end already. He can't stand being fully alone right now whether he admits it or not thanks to QI. His determination to isolate himself as much as he can while he's in The Realm is to slowly reacclimate himself to being alone so he can tolerate it in his home world again. When the loneliness gets unbearable, that's when he has no qualms with being pestered by people or goes to see what everyone else is up to. As that happens less over time, he'll go home again now that complete isolation doesn't hurt anymore (or more accurately: now that he's reconvinced himself it doesn't).

All of this is to say, trSneeg is 100% the guy that would break the ice under trPhil and get his story rolling, whether that means he embraces the pain of loving and caring again, or reinforces how hellbent he is on trying to escape it.

[ladyrosemone]

HEAR ME OUT 🗣🗣‼️

Using Google Translate here, sorry if something doesn't make sense

I love the angst plot about the neglected reader; and don't get me wrong, I love it more when the batfamily grovels for forgiveness from the "forgotten child"

But then...nothing happens, and I'm left...And now?

They either crumble under the obsession, or fight in an endless cycle, or give up and succumb to Stockholm syndrome. I love reading them, but I always wanted something...more.

And here I leave my contribution.

Reader Wayne -biological to follow tradition- abandoned LEADER of a underworld.

Stay with me;

Tired of being invisible and insignificant before the wonderful talents of Bruce's chosen children (not father, he never was), not even being a priority for Alfred (admittedly, he abandoned his daughter in favor of the Waynes, I think It is more credible that we go to the fifth plane for him) What do you do with free time, selfishness disguised as empathy and a lot of money at your fingertips? You open a brothel first.

You attract all kinds of people; drug addicts who would do anything for easy money and easier drugs, people in need of jobs and guidance, the low and forgotten of Gotham, the women (touching on the subject with all the respect it deserves) who have nothing to lose or with some extra mouths to feed. In short, everything that the city abandoned by God leaves aside.

Little by little, in silence and discretion, we become recognized; Deals here, influences there, and in a moment, we ruled the underworld. We offer all kinds of services to the villains of Gotham, alliances and protection, secrets and methods of elimination, lust and accompaniment, everything in a bit.

Do you remember that loan we took out when we left? Maybe Bruce or Tim found the charge on a document, and the purchase was...a house outside of Gotham? Who bought it? Dick? Jason? Maybe Cassandra or Stephenie? Well, whoever it was, it's a piece of junk about to fall down, so what difference does it make?

There is something more important to do. (There is always that with them, right?) Maybe it's too complicated a mission even for all of them together, or they just need that piece of the puzzle to win once again, whatever they need takes them to Gotham's underworld, takes them to Sanctuary.

How fun! New pieces have joined the board, and what pieces...In the style of his good friend Edward (The Riddler), leaves little clues that bring them closer to the reader, the Savior, to whom they all owe something and serve him.

Inevitably our ego (perhaps a savior complex or a degree of narcissism) makes us want to reveal ourselves to them, and we meet them at the suburban house they left aside.

Surprise! The unknown child is now the most influential crime boss of his generation! Aren't you proud? Of course, business and family don't mix.

All help is given with the Savior (us) in exchange for something clear, the profits do not come alone, and all he asks for is...Time together?...Of course.

Coffee chats with Bruce (the press mistakes them for a new conquest, disgusting), gymnastics with Richard (since when can you contort like that?!) reading with Jason (they have the same tastes apparently) playing video games with Tim (and hack a few government accounts) taking care of animals with Damian (You have a whole zoo with exotic rescued animals!) shopping with your sisters or just staying silent with Cassandra, even Duke gets his quality time! (Why they accepted him immediately, what does he have that I don't)

It makes them realize something they lost, the funny thing is they never had it in the first place, and knowing that hurts more than any wound.

We know that, and we use it (like everything) to our advantage. And in the end, with the service done and the day saved, we don't need any more of them, The door is over there!

Only that the sinner has already tasted God's forgiveness, why would he want to leave him?

So they keep coming back, trying to get you to leave that evil path (according to them) and come home, safe, to them. But not out of love (there is no such thing as love for a Wayne), but out of guilt, which becomes a need, which becomes an obsession.

And while we should be careful with that...it's more entertaining to be the puppeteer than the puppet. There is no compassion, there is no empathy, there is no affection or pity; There's ambition, there's status, there's power, and in a world like Gotham, that's all that matters.

And the bat family knows it; They are not stupid, they know that you are using them, like a dog waiting for a caress, a rope to be pulled to open the door, salvation itself...maybe it is their fault acting on them, but they will not let go of the crumbs that are given to them we give.

There is no happy ending, only an unhealthy relationship between the two; the most powerful playing, we know that if we keep pushing, a prison will be a more merciful destiny.

But we don't care anymore, not now that we have the world in our hands.

[thatonebirdwrites]

Not only that, the fucking jackasses, who don't know ANYTHING about the systems they're tampering with, are COMMITTING LIVE CODE WITHOUT TESTING IT to the Treasury Payment Systems. See here (Wired reporting) and here (an expert weighting in). This "move fast and break things" mentality will KILL people.

You CANNOT do that with government systems without months if not a year or so of thorough testing. And yet, they have failed to do even the a day of testing. None of them are federal workers, it's unknown whether they even had background checks, and they refuse to give their real names to actual federal employees.. (Honestly, that mentality shouldn't exist PERIOD. Techbros use it to try to get around laws and regulations, and end up harming folks more than helping.) I'm not even joking about this. Disabled people rely on the payment system working for our healthcare and survival needs. Please Care About Other People. Disabled people like myself deserve to live too, and what's happening can and likely will kill us. There should be people lining up to block them from entering. Make the fuckers fight to get through. Senators should be blockading entrance. Make the fuckers drag the Senators off in handcuffs, which will only prove all our points. Again, this is a fucking coup by entitled neo-Nazi pricks who want us to live in an Musky-rat-company, where Musk controls everything. That's their ultimate goal. But they can't do that unless they can leverage the Treasury to force the rest of the government to capitulate to their demands. MUSK HAS NO REAL AUTHORITY unless we cede it to him. He pretends he does because he's Trump's friend, but he was not elected, he was not confirmed, his "DOGE" office was never endorsed or confirmed by the Senate, and thus everything he does is illegal and/or unconstitutional.

Call Congress to DO something.

Protest what is happening, but be SMART about it. Do NOT invite police to a protest. You Cannot Trust Police. Many of them are in bed with the far-right.

Protest Tips:

Wear a mask with and safety glasses. (Harder to identity you and it protects you from smoke, tear gas, and diseases.

Do Not Bring Your Phone. Or at the very least Do NOT turn it on as it can be used to identify you or obtain your location.

Do NOT advertise the details of the protest and who is coming to the protest all over social media. Share about the protest's start locations as needed in your groups, but don't advertise it's march pattern or its end goal location or who is attending. These conversations about the march route, goal location, assigned roles, and etc need to happen either in-person with all phones off OR use Signal, an encrypted chat. You want to limit what the surveillance state can pull from posts.

Have designated medics who can help in case of injury or if Police try to shoot people or throw tear gas.

Have designated frontline people. These are the people at the front of the protest, the ones that are most likely to deal with police and/or fascists first. Use make-shift shields to help protect frontline people.

Have designated people who assist those with disabilities to make sure they care able to stay safe and escape if things turn sour. Stay with your assigned peeps!

Have a designated protest partner to help watch your back. Stay with your assigned peeps!

Have designated suppliers, who carry supplies for medics and/or frontline and/or other roles.

Have a plan in case the police try to kettle protesters. A kettle is when police block off routes to escape, thus trapping protestors in a smaller area. This is done to shut down protestors, demoralize, frighten, and mass arrest. Make sure everyone knows the plan and abides by it.

Write on your arm the numbers of lawyers and/or people you can contact in case of arrest.

I'll leave this handbook here in case you all find use out of it. If others have tips, feel free to add them.

I already shared/wrote a post on community care and safety plans here (that was kindly expanded on by censoredsecret).

These men just stole the personal information of everyone in America AND control the Treasury. Link to article.

Akash Bobba

Edward Coristine

Luke Farritor

Gautier Cole Killian

Gavin Kliger

Ethan Shaotran

Spread their names!

[woso-dreamzzz]

Breakfast VIII

Ellie Carpenter x Daniëlle van de Donk x Child!Reader

Summary: You look after Ellie

"Yeah, I mean, obviously Daan and I have a kid so our holidays are a little different. We have to cater more to y/n and her needs rather than our own. But, yeah, we make sure our daughter has a lot of fun when we go on trips."

It's such a throwaway comment that Daan can't believe it's become this big thing. No one had ever seemed to care when Beth said a similar thing about you during the days the two of you were at Arsenal.

It's strange that people suddenly have an issue with it when Ellie says it.

But, for some reason, people do have an issue. As if Ellie coming into your life later meant that you and her weren't mother and daughter, as if Daan would plan to marry someone that couldn't bring herself to fill a maternal role in your life.

She shakes her head dismissively as she looks up from Ellie's phone and the doom scrolling her partner had gone through last night.

"They're stupid," Daan says," And strangers saying crap on the internet has no baring on how we're raising our daughter. Okay? No matter what they say, you feeling like y/n's mother isn't wrong and it isn't weird. You're her mother and she's your daughter, alright?"

It's strange to see Ellie so insecure about something. It's not a feeling that Daan likes at all.

"I think so. You think so. Y/n thinks so."

"Does she?" Ellie says back," I just...I don't know, Daan. Does she really?"

"You know she does," Daan insists," Ellie, that girl adores you even if she tries to hide it. She loves you. Who else will try to convince me to get her a gerbil?"

"Pets are good for kids! She's old enough now to understand responsibility."

Daan laughs. "There you go. Having a conversation with me that my parents had when I was younger. You're a good mum, Ellie. No matter what strangers on the internet say."

"I know," Ellie says, putting on a bright smile that Daan can see through easily," I'm just being a bit silly. I know. I promise."

Daan chooses not to push it, dropping a soft kiss to Ellie's lips before heading off towards your bedroom.

You're sitting on the bed, playing with some of the action figures you got for Christmas.

"Hey," Daan says," I'm heading out soon. You promise you'll be good for your Mum?"

You rolls your eyes, huffing and puffing like Daan's interrupted you in the middle of a test instead of just a casual game with your toys.

"I'll be good for Ellie."

"You promise?"

"Yeah."

"Hey..." Daan crouches next to you, hand reaching out to touch your cheek. "Your Mum needs you to be extra good tonight, alright? She...She's feeling a little down right now so, please, just...be good."

Your brow furrows in confusion at how serious Daan sounds and you find yourself nodding.

"I'll be good for Ellie. I promise."

Daan smiles. "Good girl. I should be back later but you'll already be in bed. I love you."

"Love you too."

Ellie hadn't really expected for you to emerge from your room until dinner, too engrossed in making your Autobots fight the Decepticons but here you are, standing in front of her.

"You okay, pipsqueak?"

The thunder crashes before you can speak and you nearly jumped into Ellie's arms.

"Do you think Mumma is okay?" You say," Out in the storm? She gets scared, you know."

"Daan gets scared or you get scared?"

You purse your lips, trying to give an air of indifference that isn't nearly as convincing as you think it is. "I'm a big girl. I'm not scared of anything."

Another crash of thunder has you flinching and Ellie takes pity on you.

"I think Daan is just fine. She'll come home if she's scared."

"Good." You nod. "That's...That's good. She should do that."

Ellie shrugs. "And, you know, when I'm scared of storms, I usually build a fort. That usually helps."

"Right..." You eye the rain soaked windows warily. "You should...You should tell Mumma..."

"Or," Ellie suggests," We can build a fort here...now, for her when she comes back? Would you like that?"

"For Mumma," You make sure to say," Of course."

Ellie bites down her laugh. "For Daan, yes. Because Daan's the one scared of storms."

"Yes. I'll..." You grit your teeth as thunder crashes again and lightning flashes outside. "I'll grab some blankets."

It doesn't take long at all for the fort to be finished, even if it falls multiple times because of the sudden bouts of thunder that make you jump even if you deny it.

"I...I'm not scared," You say, teeth chattering anxiously as you lay on Ellie's chest in the fort," I'm...I'm just doing this so you don't get scared like Mumma does."

"You're doing a good job," Ellie tells you, gentle hands carding through your hair softly," You're making sure I'm not scared at all."

"Mumma said you were feeling down but it's okay," You continue," I...I won't let the storm get you."

"I...Daan said that about me?"

"I don't know how Mumma already knew about the storm but it's okay. I've got you."

Ellie smiles down at you. "I...Thanks, y/n."

"Of course, Mum," You say," I'll protect you."

[tinylilacbun]

Hi!! Idk if you still taking request with dad!rafe but I just had an idea🤍

His young daughter caught the cold and rafe has to stay at home or smth to take care of her, and maybe somebody being confused at how soft he is with her(ФωФ)

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Unexpected Visit

Pairing: dad!rafe cameron x daughter!reader, auntie!sarah cameron + pogues x toddler!reader

Warnings: sickness, rafe being soft, fluff, set in s4, not proofread, word count: 1,3k

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Rafe is holding you on his hip as he fixes you some soup to get to eat a little and keep you hydrated since you caught a nasty cold a few days ago.

You're still in your pajamas, your cheeks still slightly flushed from being freshly bathed, resting your cheek against his shoulder with a tired pout.

He hates seeing you so weak and tired the whole time, getting the best and different kinds of medicine to get you back on your feet again, knowing you can't stand to only being able to lay in bed the whole day and not play around like you're used to.

You whine into his shoulder after another small coughing fit, your throat hurting, just as your head from sniffling the whole time.

"I know, It's almost ready, princess." He coos, turning his head to kiss your burning forehead. "We can cuddle on the couch after you eat something, yeah?"

You nod against him in response, letting him pop the pacifier in your mouth that's clipped to your shirt, grasping onto his shirt with your hand.

Whenever you're sick Rafe pushes everything aside, work, calls, anything that could take his focus from you.

He wouldn't even call your babysitter who's more than qualified to take care of you, even in this state.

The thing is, you only cling to him in those times, crying every time he leaves you alone for longer than 5 minutes.

Turning off the stove he grabs a bowl to pour some of the soup into it, carrying you towards the dining table and getting you settled in your high chair before starting to feed you small spoons of soup.

As he feeds you, the sound of the doorbell echoes through the condo, making him groan. "It better be important." He mutters under his breath, grabbing a piece of bread and ripping it into tiny edible pieces for you. "Daddy will be right back."

He watches as you take some of the bread and ruffles your hair before making his way to the front door, glancing towards the kitchen a few times to make sure you're okay.

After opening the front door he furrows his brows at seeing his sister and the pogues standing at his doorstep.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

Sarah sighs, scratching the side of her neck. "I, um, can we come in?"

Rafe looks over his shoulder, watching as you dip a piece of bread into the soup before eating it. "I'm kinda busy right now. Y/N is sick and needs a lot of attention at the moment."

"It's important, Rafe. I wouldn't have come here if it wasn't, you know that."

He sighs, of course he does, but he somehow feels uneasy letting all those people into his house who hate him just as much as he does them.

Sarah is still family though. Since you were born and his father's death he really knows that he should cherish the bits of family he has left and how important it is to keep it together as best as he can.

Reluctantly he uncrosses his arms and steps aside, gesturing for them to enter his house and closing the door behind them, walking towards the kitchen again as he warns them. "Don't touch anything. I mean it Maybank."

JJ places the expensive looking picture frame down on the shelf again after almost letting it slip from his hand, catching up with the others quickly. "Wouldn't think of it."

"You finished, sweetheart?" Rafe asks as he lifts you out of your high chair, making his way to the living room.

He sets you down on the couch, making sure you're comfortable with a fluffy blanket tucked around you and hands you your iPad before sitting down beside you.

The pogues spread around the room, Sarah, John B, and Kie sitting down on the free seats while the others stand around, taking in their surroundings.

Even with how well kept and professional Rafe presents himself outside of his home, everyone can tell that he has a kid based on the colored paper sheets that hang on the walls or the different toys scattered around.

You snuggle into Rafe's side as you tap away on your iPad, still sucking slowly on your pacifier, too exhausted to greet everyone.

"Well, what's so important?" Rafe asks, wrapping an arm around your small body to keep you close.

Sarah fidgets with her hands nervously, looking at John B for a moment before back at Rafe. "Listen, despite everything that's happened between us, I thought I should tell you this. You're still my brother, Rafe, and I can't even talk with Wheezie because Rose won't let me."

"Jesus, Sarah, just spit it out already." Rafe presses her, wanting them all to leave again so he can continue to take care of you.

"Daddy..." You whimper, holding your device to him expectantly. "Wan' Bluey."

"Hm? Yeah, of course." He says softly, his exterior changing the second you're talking to him, taking your iPad to put on your favorite show before handing it back to you.

It's a shock for the pogues, to say the least, seeing the psychopathic murderer who had made their life's hell the last years being this soft to a toddler.

"I'm pregnant." Sarah finally spits out and Rafe freezes for a second there, chuckling at that but the serious expression on his sister's face tells him she's not joking.

"Oh, damn, you're being for real." He huffs out a nervous laugh, not really knowing how to react or what she expects from him now. "Congrats, I guess. You're in for a wild ride, I can tell you that, especially with y'know...your financial status. Heard business isn't really cutting it for you."

"We manage just fine." Pope retorts from the side.

"Hey, just saying what I heard." Rafe responds, lifting his hand in surrender as his other rubs up and down your arm. "Seriously, I'm...happy for you, Sarah. It's a big step though."

"Thank you. I thought that you deserve to know since...I was the first one you told about Y/N." Sarah smiles a little, watching as Rafe pulls out a tissue and holds it to your nose.

"Um, if you need something you can come over or call me." He says, not looking away from you as you blow your nose and cleaning it right after. "That doesn't mean I want all of you here every time."

The others roll their eyes but it was expected, of course Rafe wasn't going to have them mingle around here just because Sarah is allowed to and he wasn't going to risk them being in your presence for too long when he can prevent it.

Sarah nods, getting up from her seat and grabbing John B's hand. "We should get going now."

Rafe nods back at her, pressing a kiss to your head before getting up as well to let them all out, leading them back to the front door.

As he is about to close the door again he stops in his track when Sarah suddenly turns to hug him, a silent show of gratitude for being there for her even though they aren't exactly on good terms yet.

He simply stands there, looking anywhere but the pogues when she releases him again and joins the others, quickly shutting the door and processes what just happened.

They all make their way to the Twinkie, the unmistakable tension there and only interrupted by JJ walking backwards in front of them. "Just to make sure I wasn't imagining things. Did we just witness Rafe fucking Cameron being a softie?"

"That's just because of his kid, don't let yourself get fooled by this." Pope reminds him, stifling a laugh when the blonde almost trips.

Back in the condo, Rafe got comfortable on the sofa with you, gently manoeuvring you to cradle you against him as he turns on the tv after you discard your iPad to nuzzle more into his body.

"Guess you'll get a cousin sooner than I expected, huh?" He chuckles at the slight confusion on your face but quickly ignore what he said when he puts on Tangled.