#maybe 111 will stop following me now

[modore]

forgive me, my friend. i do not have the heart to be someone i'm not. i will not betray who i am for who you wish i was.

[thesharkwhalewhoohooooo]

Bridget x fem! Oc

New oc 🤭🤭

"I am the Big Bad Wolf! No mere ball can distract me!" Ella lifted an unimpressed eyebrow, waving the tennis ball in her hand a bit, Fenrir's eyes followed it before they snapped back to Ella's, crossing her arms and glaring down at her, flexing her muscled and puffing up her chest.

"Sureeeee..." She dragged it out, smirking at the wolf when she bared her teeth.

"You best believe it." She huffed out, looking up from Ella when she saw a ball of pink bounce over.

"Oh would you look at that, your owner has arrived." Ella teased, and Fenrir let out a grumble from the depths of her chest, returning to her glare.

"Okay... fetch!" She threw the ball, and Fenrir's eyes widened, quickly running after it, Bridget giggling as she approached Ella.

"Did she do the thing again?" The girl turned to her with a smile.

"Was she being a dick again you mean?" Bridget let out another giggle. "Yes, she was, and would you look at that, the ball did distract her." The princess held her hand in front of her mouth to hide her smile, Fenrir returning with the ball.

When she was a few meters away, she threw the ball back at Ella, and it hit her in the stomach, magic her almost puke, doubling over in pain.

"You stupid mutt! Come here!" They launched, trying to jab each other's eyes and hooking fingers in each other's mouth, ripping at hair and clawing at skin.

"Guys! Guys! We have class in a bit! Don't do this now!!" Bridget's high pitched stressed words hit home to them, and they stilled, turning to look at the girl, both still pulling at the other's hair.

"She's lucky I didn't let my claws out."

"She's lucky I didn't take out the shock collar."

-

"Look what I got for you." Ella smirked, twirling the collar around her finger, Fenrir's eyes widened before she jumped at her.

Bridget held her back with a sigh, looking at Ella with a small frown.

"Why would you do that, you know how she is." Ella merely grinned, waving it in front of Fenrir's face.

"Because it's funny, and I'm definitely going to get her a dog collar for every birthday." Bridget had to hold her back with both arms around her waist now, leaning back to counter the weight being thrown the other way.

"Oohhh, your owner has to contain you... maybe she'll need a leash for that..." She trialed off, pulling a leash out, the pink leather was bedazzled in some places.

"Oh look! It's pink!" Fenrir, unlike Bridget, took notice of the silent jab, and lunged at her when Bridget took the leash from her to admire it.

"You bitch!"

"Says the literal bitch!" Ella countered, sidestepping her when she jumped at her, she landed on her hands, and she turned it into a crouch, then jumped at her again, claws out.

"Come back here you sneaky little-!" She cut herself off, slamming into the wall when Ella sidestepped again.

"ELLA!" Fenrir roared out, the girl opened the doors to the small balcony and jumped from it, landing on the balcony under it, then jumping again and landing in the small courtyard every dormitory has.

Bridget sighed, following Fenrir when she jumped from her balcony and landed next to a smug Ella, who quickly dashed when she realised she was next to her.

She watched from her balcony as they ran around in circles around the fountain, her neighbour beneath her looking up at her balcony.

"What'd she do now?" Bridget smiled down at them, showing the leash.

"Ohhhh."

Bridget had walked down like a normal person, but when she got to the courtyard they were gone, and she could only wander around in an attempt to find them again.

On her wandering, she stumbled upon two new students she didn't know.

"Oh- hi! I'm Bridget! Are you new?" The two looked at each other with a small frown, but the blue one smiled and reached out her hand for a handshake.

"Hi! Yeah, we're new, i'm Chloe! This is Red-!" She got cut off by Bridget hugging her, she was about to hug Red too when she quickly stopped her.

"We're transfers, we're looking for room 111?"

"You're in luck! Mine is 108! We're hallmates! Don't be surprised if you hear a lot of yelling." She warned, but instead of helping she only looked around.

"Hey- quick question, have you seen a blue haired girl- about the same height as me, being followed by a grey haired girl- tall, a bit buff, probably running against a few things the latter tricked her into running against?" As if on cue Ella and Fenrir ran past, back into the school.

"Ella! Stop running! I have new transfers here-!" She didn't have to say twice, the girl ran back and used her as a barrier for Fenrir, who bared her teeth in a growl, long canines glinting dangerously in the sunlight.

"Bridget. Get away from her so I can get my hands on that stupid neck of hers!" She tried reaching for her neck, going around Bridget, but Ella crouched and clung to Bridget's legs.

"B! Get that dog something against Rabies!" It only enraged Fenrir more, and she tried going around to get to her, but Ella switched places with her.

"Bridget!" Fenrir all but whined, lamely swatting at Ella, who stuck out her tongue and middle finger. "She flipped me off!" Fenrir pointed accusingly, Bridget looked at the two transfers with an apologetic smile.

"This would be the yelling... I'm sorry, i'll help you in a minute."

"Yeah, listen to your owner."

"JUST BECAUSE SHE LEGALLY OWNS MY FOREST DOESN'T MEAN SHE OWNS ME!" Fenrir barked out, and Ella held up her hands.

"Just saying, your pack might live there but she owns it... so technically she owns you too." Bridget quickly stopped the further bullying by speaking up.

"Fenny, take away the claws. Ella, you know how she gets when you say the wonder forest doesn't technically belong to her, don't bring it up please." She send Ella a pleading look, the girl shrugged. They all didn't notice the blue transfer's bafflement at the identity of the fellow blue haired girl, her mom's stories of how she was back then were complete lies.

"Pointing out the facts gets you burned, got it." Fenrir tried swatting her behind Bridget's head, but the girl grabbed both of her hands and smiled at the two transfers.

"I'll help you two get to your dorm now. Fenny, if you don't stop i'll contemplate actually using that leash." The wolf quickly stuck her hands behind her back, looking away from both of them, noticing the girls.

"Who're they?" She pointed at the two royals, who frowned at the fact she really hadn't noticed them before.

"The transfers dipshit, fuck you think they were."

"Ella."

"B, it's not my fault she's dumb."

"Fenny I will literally use that leash if you don't stop trying to kill Ella."

-

"When I grow up, I want to hire a huntsman to hunt Fenrir down and make a fur carpet out of her, so I can keep walking over her until my very last day." Ella spoke up randomly, the group sitting at one of the picnic tables in the main courtyard.

"Huh?" Red looked up from her sketchbook, frowning at the statement, Chloe gaped at the cruelty of making a fur carpet, and Bridget sighed.

"You want to what now?! You know what I will do when you grow up?! Take my pack and tear your family to pieces!" Fenrir punched her fist into the palm of her hand, shooting up from her seat next to Bridget and across from Ella.

"I will be using that leash if you threaten her again, also, Ella, please stop." Bridget pleaded, holding her hands clasped together, her elbows on the table.

"See! Why did you have to get that leash!" Fenrir pointed at Bridget, Ella standing up now too and leaning over the table, the tremble of her standing up almost made Red's pencils roll off the table, but Chloe stopped them in time.

"Be glad she's not using the collar!" Ella jabbed her finger in Fenrir's chest, the grey haired girl huffed and leaned back, crossing her arms.

"Okay... let's calm down..." Bridget tried, prying Fenrir's hand out of the folded arm, and holding it, rubbing her thumb over her knuckles.

"I could get you guys some tea?" Ella and Fenrir both shared a look, then looked at Bridget.

"Why?"

"Because you're mad... at each other... again?" They both smiled and shook their heads.

"We're not!"

"She's just threatening me with death because she's happy!"

"Yeah! Totally not because I want her dead!" Ella glared at her, and Fenrir crossed her arms again, smirking, this time taking Bridget's hand with, she was now slumped against Fenrir's body.

"I give up..."

-

"Bridget... there's a cat on my balcony." Fenrir stood in front of the princess' doors a few nights later, being followed by a meow of some cat.

"Help me!" She shrieked out, jumping into Bridget's arms as the cat got within a 5 meter radius.

"How does this keep happening to you? This is a problem i'd love to have." Bridget shook her head, taking Fenrir inside and placing her on her bed, smiling as she pulled her knees up and placed her chin on them.

"I'll take care of it, then you can go back to bed and sleep it off, all right?" Fenrir slowly nodded, gripping onto a heart shaped pillow with her life.

Bridget went to her opened doors, where the cat was about to enter.

"Hi baby! How about you stay outside?" The grey cat hissed, completely ignoring her and trotting past her, proudly walking towards the wolf, who was scrambling to get further away, ending up with her pressed against the headboard as the cat jumped up and rolled up at her feet, falling asleep with her staring horrified at it.

"B-bridget?" She stuttered out, sounding utterly horrified, and the girl could only give her a sympathetic look.

"How about we go sleep in your room and leave her here?" The cat seemed to wake up at that, crawling into the space between Fenrir's legs and chest, and falling asleep squeezed between the two, Fenrir staring at Bridget as she froze up.

"I want my mama..." bridget shook her head slightly, smiling as she sat down next to Fenrir, rubbing her back softly to try ease her spiking heartbeat.

"Don't get a heart attack now sweetie, let's try get her off and we'll leave and i'll sleep over in your room." She kissed the side of her forehead, gently grabbing one of her hands and eased her out of her locked position, helping her slowly sit with her legs hanging from the bed, feet on the ground.

"Okay, i'll take her off now- Fenny!" Bridget lightly scolded her, Fenrir had stood up straight very quickly as soon as Bridget had let go of her hand, the cat clinging to the bare skin of her thighs.

"Bridget." She managed to get out with the same broken and small voice of before, staring at her with wide eyes.

"All right honey, i'll just take her off of you and we'll go to your room." She slowly unhooked her claws from her skin, the cat begrudgingly letting her place her on the bed, and as Fenrir was leaving the room, being guided by Bridget, the grey lump of fur set its claws into the skin of her back, holding on tightly as it climbed up to her shoulder and just hung there, from her skin.

"Doesn't that hurt-?" Bridget shook her head lightly, holding both of Fenrir's hands as she coaxed her back into her own dorm, sitting her down on her bed, the cat detaching and sitting in her lap again.

"I'll go lay down now." Bridget quickly got into the bed on the other side, the summer sheets were not thick enough for the harsh winter.

The cat took its time getting off of Fenrir and lying down on the white sheets, and she had never seen someone get under their sheets quicker than Fenrir in that moment.

The wolf curled up against her, her head under her chin, her arms wrapping around her waist and intertwining their legs, Bridget rubbed her back, softly humming.

"You're warm." Bridget smiled, kissing Fenrir's hair.

"Is it bothering you?" Her muffled voice came from under the sheets, the cat plopping down on the sheets right where Fenrir's shoulder was.

"Not at all, I was getting quite chilly."

-

"BRIDGET!" Bridget's head snapped up when she heard the distressed cry from Fenrir, who ran up to her, the grey cat from before following her.

She hugged the princess close, who was regretting her choice of wearing a thick sweater when she was most likely going to be around Fenrir for the most time.

"It's following me!"

"I see that honey, how about we ignore her and get us some lunch instead?" She send a smile to the cat, who was getting close to Fenrir's trousers, probably going to claw her way up to her shirt again.

"The cat's still following you?" Ella popped up, wrapping an arm around Fenrir to keep herself warm.

"Yes!" Fenrir sounded actually distressed.

"And why are you all huddled around Fenrir?" Red asked, Chloe hugging her close, with blue lips from the cold.

"It's cold."

"She's scared of the cat." Fenrir took offence to that and huffed, looking away from the princess.

"It's not that cold." Red sighed, looking at the blue princess conjoined to her, who had been complaining about the cold for longer than she could recall.

"Told you." Fenrir tried shoving Ella off, but the cat had jumped onto her back and was clawing it's way up to her shoulder, having her hunch over so she wouldn't fall as she laid down in the back of her neck.

"Let's go get lunch!" Bridget beamed, pushing up her sleeves, taking ahold of Fenrir's hand and taking her with her to the dining hall, in turn also taking Ella with.

"Gosh! It's actually quite cold!" Bridget shivered, sitting down next to Fenrir, who shared a look with Red when Chloe sat down next to her and scooted so close their bodies almost melted together.

"This is the most action you've had in your whole life." Ella remarked as she sat down next to Fenrir too, and the girl was about to cut her down like a tree when Bridget started cooing over the cat in her lap.

"Don't engage with the devil Bridget." The girl rolled her eyes, leaning up to kiss Fenrir's cheek, then turning to her soup with her usual smile.

"What does Uliana do in these times? I suppose she can't do much in freezing weather?" Chloe asked, blowing on the tea she had.

"She usually just plays with the water temperature of the dormitories so everything is way too cold or a blazing savannah." Fenrir explained, taking a bite of her bread.

"She doesn't do much against Bridget in this time, it usually starts up again around March, so in a few days it'll begin again." Ella picked up on the explanation. "It's only this cold in december and January, but sometimes in February too, it starts to melt in march.” She went further into the weather here, since theh might not be familiar with it.

"Maybe the devil will leave then." She looked down at the sleeping cat, Bridget leaning against her as she picked up her bowl to keep her hands warm.

"Plus point to the beautiful snow is the fact that we have a personal heater." She tilted her head so it laid on Fenrir's shoulder, the wolf tinted pink as she looked away.

-

"Um- would you like to join me for a walk-?" Fenrir asked Bridget, fidgeting with her hands and looking away, her words were oddly formal for her.

"Isn't it a bit too cold for that? How about we hole up in my room instead? I'll make us some tea, we could make cookies?" She slowly nodded, looking down at the snow with a small frown.

"I just wanted to watch the snow with you..." She muttered under her breath, Bridget took her hands and smiled, stepping closer.

"We can watch the snow when we're warm and cozy inside, let's go hun." She pecked her cheek, loosely intertwining their fingers and 'dragging' her with.

-

"Why's there a cat here?" Uliana arched a brow, looking at the cat that was circling Fenrir's feet.

"He's here for the sashimi i'm about to make you." Fenrir stepped closer, cracking her knuckles as Uliana took a minuscule step back.

"Mh, sure man, now where is the little princess? Needs her dog to safe her again?" As if on cue Bridget appeared, walking up to Fenrir and kissing her cheek, then turning to Uliana.

"Hi! What's wrong?" Fenrir quickly took her away from that situation, the cat trialing after her with his tail held high.

"Wanna walk?" Bridget giggled, placing a hand on Fenrir's chest as she leaned closer.

"No thank you honey, we should get started on those cupcakes though."

-

"Got you something...." Fenrir revealed the -this time- not dead body of a brown rabbit, which was anxiously looking around.

"Fenrir." Bridget sighed, how many times did she need to say this? "Don't bring me animals, they have lives too, if you accidentally kill it its family won't be so happy." She booped Fenrir's nose, carefully taking the rabbit from her and releasing it onto the grass field next to the picnic table.

"...okay." Fenrir watched dejectedly as the rabbit hopped away in a hurry, looking back at Bridget after.

"Don't be sad about it honey, it's back with its family now...."  She trialed off when the cat came proudly trotting over with said rabbit in his mouth, very dead, and dropped it at Fenrir's feet.

"And i'm not allowed to bring dead animals anymore, I see how it is." She huffed, taking the dead rabbit, the cat following after her as they went to dispose of it.

"Do you ever think that might mean something?" Chloe watched from her place next to Red, curiously eyeing Fenrir and the cat.

"You should just look for something on wolves, dogs might work too." Red shrugged, the two of them watching as Bridget scribbled something on her homework.

"Mh, maybe, it's probably just affection or something." The two princesses shared a look, both probably knowing Fenrir did it out of a little more than mere affection.

"Sure, if you think so."

-

"Bridget!" Fenrir happily picked her up and rubbed her face against hers, smiling brightly as she set her down.

"It's only been a week honey..." Fenrir rolled her eyes, holding Bridget's hands close.

"I went crazy being alone with the cat for so long." Bridget giggled, following Fenrir to her dorm, the wolf holding her suitcase for her.

"I got you something-."

"Is it an animal?" Bridget asked as they stopped in front of the doors, tilting her head.

"Uh- no? It's not an animal this time!" She let out a sigh of relief, the cat at Fenrir's feet meowing in agreement with his... owner?

"All right then, what is it?"

"It's..... this!" She threw open the door to her dorm, a box was sat on top of her bed, wrapped neatly in pink with a big white ribbon on top.

"Couldn't find a pink ribbon." She sheepishly smiled, and Bridget quickly went up to it to unwrap it carefully, revealing a magical mixer, you just had to put some magic in the magic stone and it would mix according to the settings you set it to.

"Oh my gosh! Thank you so much!" She jumped onto Fenrir, wrapping her legs and arms around her and burying her face in her neck.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" The muffled words reached Fenrir's ears, but didn't go any further.

The wolf stared at the floor, holding Bridget up, patting her back.

"I love you."

"Awww, I love you too Fenny!"

"No- as in like, non platonic, as in I want to be your girlfriend type of I love you." Bridget, who was now back on the floor, let out a soft Oh.

"Right... uh- I mean-." Fenrir sighed, turning away to go, when Bridget turned her back around and kissed her lips.

"I'd love to be your girlfriend."

[frangipani-wanderlust]

is there any truth to those 911 "codes" people see circulating (like ordering a pizza)? Is there a good way to tip you guys off that we need help without saying for sake of an example, "my ex husband is here and drunk and dangerous"?

There is absolutely no truth at all whatsoever to the "pizza code" and definitely not established set of "this topping means this and that one means that" at all. Don't kill yourself memorizing them, that won't mean anything. There are no codes that 911 calltakers are trained on, other than our local 10-codes for the police (and those are not standardized, so knowing them in one jurisdiction won't help you in another).

The situation you described would be tricky to navigate, honestly, but let's see. If I get a 911 call, it's going to start with, "911, what is the address of the emergency."

If the caller says, "Yes, I'd like to have a pizza delivered to 111 Underhill DR." my first thought is going to be that they dialed a wrong number.

So now, I'm gonna confirm that thought. "I'm sorry, you've called 911. Did you intend to call a pizza place?" Or maybe—now that you've got me gamplanning this out—I'd say, "Do you have an emergency?" as the question there, instead.

At this point, anyone who doesn't have an emergency is going to give me their schpiel about how their phone called by mistake or that it was a butt dial or their kid grabbed their phone. Whatever happened. We get a lot of accidental dials.*

If you are not able to speak freely, you're not going to say that. You'll answer that question however you answer it, but whatever it is won't be an explanation of why you called by mistake, and it will almost certainly not be a direct answer to the question I asked either. Whatever you say here is gonna be weird.

(Don't start spouting wacky nonsense, as we do have actual literal crazy people who call and report their hallucinations on 911. So, what you say here should follow the thread of the question asked, but don't tell the calltaker you don't have an emergency or that you dialed by mistake.)

From there, I'm gonna start asking yes-or-no questions, to allow you to answer without whoever might be listing hear you say things other than that. "Is there someone there with you?" "Can you speak freely?" "Do they have a weapon?" Stuff like that. If there's a point where you have to stop talking, I am going to ask you to put the phone down, but not hang up the call, that way I can still hear the noise in the background. By this point, police are already on their way. And I am definitely going to stay on the line until they arrive. So whatever I hear in the background gets relayed to the responders in real time.

* Even for accidental dials, I will double down on getting confirmation by asking, "If you had an emergency, would you be able to tell me?" I do this now for every single person who says they accidental dialed or didn't call because one of the times I just happened to ask it and the caller immediately hung up. To this day, I don't know what was happening, but I do know we absolutely did our due diligence and sent police to go check.

[thelunarfairy]

Theory time! The change of paradox

If you haven't seen chapter 111 yet, this is a spoiler, the new chapter is available in the manga up!

Akane was responsible for creating a new present. Then he looks at the clocks on the wall, specifically one with the date 1968.

If we go back in time a little, we have the date when Nene found Amane crying in the classroom.

And also, the date when Tsuchigomori was treating Amane's injuries, in the same year and month.

Probably 1969 was the year the twins died, and if Akane went back and changed some important event from 1968… Something crucial was changed to change the present. Among the possibilities of what it was, the first one that comes to mind is the murder and death of the twins, given the connection between the dates and their deaths.

Kako said that the thing inside Tsukasa was a problem, not exactly in those words, but assuming the thing is to blame for the current events.

So, in order to solve the problem, something related to Tsukasa must be done. What could be done to stop Tsukasa from doing everything he did up until the events of the present?

Not allow the death of the twins?

If they didn't die, Tsukasa probably won't create a bond with Sakura and Hanako won't have a wish to fulfill (Mitsuba won't find Tsukasa either). In other words, Tsukasa will not do anything he has done since the beginning of the story.

Theoretically speaking, it is a path that can be followed, but we are not sure. What was 12 year old Tsukasa like in life? Hanako didn't seem pleased, and he confirmed that he had doubts from the beginning whether he was really his brother.

The mysterious hand talks about an incident that happened at a festival, so let's imagine this is somehow linked to the twins as well. What can guarantee Akane that Tsukasa won't do what he did in the present?

12-year-old Tsukasa appeared to Nene, calling her to play again, in other words, what can guarantee that preventing the twins' deaths will make Tsukasa not try to change what happened?

The solution would be to go back to their childhood and not allow Tsukasa to find that thing, Amane would die, and Tsukasa would stay alive, that is, there would be no possibility of little Tsukasa finding Kou and Nene in the future and wanting to return.

But Akane went back to 1968… it's not related to their childhood, the dates don't match.

So, let's now get into the temporal paradox.

If Akane went back in time and changed some event from 1968, the twins (maybe) didn't die, if they didn't die, they didn't become supernatural (only Hanako, Tsukasa was already a supernatural)

If Amane didn't die and didn't become Hanako, then he didn't get involved with Yashiro, if he didn't get involved with Yashiro, no seal was removed, and if no seal was removed there wasn't the severance and if there wasn't the severance, Nene and Kou didn't find little Tsukasa.

And if they never found little Tsukasa, then he never returned and if he never returned, that means only Amane survived and Tsukasa stayed in the red house, taking us to Amane's ideal future, becoming a teacher.

So, Nene won't be Kou's friend, and Kou won't get attached to Mitsuba, who won't become a supernatural after death, in fact, we don't know if Mitsuba's death was caused by the house's influence, that is, it could be that Mitsuba is alive depending on the cause of his death.

He died in an accident, but if he took a photo of the house, developed it and left it in the room, it means he came out of there alive and may have returned later. Just a theory without much proof.

But, returning to the paradox, if Akane doesn't allow the twins to die, there's no way Amane could become Hanako, so all the events didn't happen, and if Nene didn't find little Tsukasa, he won't return, so Akane saved the twins, but even then only Amane will be left alive.

Wow, paradoxes work like that, and well, that was the clearest explanation for me so far, how could going back to the year 1968 change the present? That's the answer I'm thinking for now.

It would be easier to return to their childhood, but Aidairo doesn't like easy and obvious paths.

So, for now the main idea is that Akane prevented the death of the twins….

But well, that probably doesn't change the fact that the seven mysteries still exist, perhaps? Kako wouldn't send Akane back in time if he knew it would lead to his own destruction…. Will there be another number seven?

The God continues to exist, and so do the paths, what changes is who is the new number seven? Does it exist? Hmm…. There's something missing….

Tsukasa can apparently also travel through the time stream, so he can change it back whenever he want. Perhaps? Nene when she found Amane crying, she kept his keys, but it happened in 1969, if Akane went back to 1968, then it's not related to that…. Um….

Tsukasa made a point of making Nene go back to 1969, so that she could get this key…. Hmm…..

So, are we likely to see Amane as Nene's teacher from over 50 years old? Wow. This is new. But well, don't worry too much, I don't think this will last long.

Tsukasa is generally not affected by these things, he will find his way to make things return to normal, if not him, it will be Nene, she will definitely remember everything, like in the PP arc (will she?). The key will probably be important in this arc, I don't know if Nene still has it, but paradoxes always leave gaps.

Now yes, we are finally entering the arc of number one! I was really skeptical that it would be so easy, either there was something wrong with Aidairo or it was just a play, luckily it was the second option.

Let's see what Akane tried to change, and how long it will last…

[professional-idiots]

TBHK Ch.110–Thoughts and feelings

1. I don’t even know what to say about this. LIKE!!?!!?! Especially because Akane always said that supernaturals only ever think about themselves!!! GUYS… I wonder if this is gonna affect him as a character and his outlook on the supernatural (anyway they’re literally siblings and I was sobbing)

2. SOOO CURIOUS ABOUT THIS!!!! What’s the significance?? Is it a functional key? Probably… and if so what does it open?? Maybe it controls the clock somehow???? So many possibilities 😭

3. WHEN I TELL YOU I WAS SO HAPPY TO SEE HIM. This is my SON. I love him so much and I was so happy natsuhiko went to go find him 😭😭😭😭

4. He trusts him so fully!!! He genuinely thought natsuhiko was coming to save him!! He thought they were—if not friends then at least *friendly* HE THOUGHT HE COULD TRUST HIM

5. When I tell you my heart DROPPED (but I am excited by all this yorishiro talk—more on that later)

6. TBHK character stop shoving strange substances into Mitsuba’s mouth challenge (level: impossible)

7. MYYYY BABY MY BABY YOURE MY BABY SAY IT TO ME!!! IIIII BET ON LOSING DOGGGSSSSS

(AND ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF HIS PREVIOUS ALMOST DEATH)

8. Friendly reminder that Teru is the worst boyfriend ever (he’s actively watching Akane eat shit)

9. I need someone with better media literacy than me to explain what the FUCK is up with these guys bc I feel like I know but like I don’t…. Every time I think I understand shit gets weird again. Like I’m following the story but I cannot analyze this

10. HIS FACCEEEEE 😭😭😭😭😭

OK THIS CHAPTER WAS AMAZING!!! I’m so scared for 111 bc WHAT IS GONNA HAPPEN!!!! I have so many theories and ideas and ughughughugh it was so good (even though everything that happened was bad) 8/10 (I’m giving this rating kind of arbitrarily so don’t read into it too much)

So on the yorishiro thing: I think Kou might become Mitsuba’s Yorishiro. Now I know people can become them but can living people… I dunno. However, I think it’s really likely. I’m wracking my brain on what all this Mitsuba would have to value. Not his camera because that was Sousuke’s thing. And if not his camera, then what? Kou is the one thing/person that Mitsuba has grown truly attached to.

So I think next chapter Mitsuba will be dying, but Kou will somehow be able to break from the time thingy (either he wills himself awake—like has a power flare in defense of Mitsuba—or maybe someone helps him—but who 😭) and goes over to Mitsuba and while he’s crying and being all Kou, Mitsuba is gonna like think about Kou (maybe call him his friend for the first time) and somehow in the moment Kou will become Mitsuba’s yorishiro. TRUST GUYS TRUST.

Also on Mitsuba and Kou:

POOR KOU. He looked up to natsuhiko so much when they met right before the severance 😭😭 if he’s close enough, he would’ve SEEN everything happening to Mitsuba.

And also POOR MITSUBA. He trusted natsuhiko!!!!! The good news is that Mitsuba will probably fully shift sides now and possibly make a more direct effort to help Kou Yahsiro and Hanako. Genuinely though, his mom is hurt, *he* is hurt, his friend(ish) betrayed him. My poor baby 😭 why do AidaIro hate himmmm.

I would say something super smart and informed about the twins now, but as I said: nothing about them makes any sense to me.

Ugh I seriously don’t think I can wait till next monthhhhh!!!! If AidaIro lose it and actually kill off Mitsuba…. I don’t even know what I’m gonna do. 111 better be good or else 😭

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 138. brb x oc

a/n:KCJANKW idk man, THESE CHAPTERS AMIRIGHT - tumblr continues to hate me but it does not know that I am just as petty(reblogs and comments are supper encouraged <3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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She always wondered how exactly that amount of snow just plowed down in a matter of seconds, because as soon as they put the car in the garage and walked inside it happened, and she couldn’t see anything when she looked out the window. 

For someone who had only seen snow very few times, Beatrice never stopped being amazed by this weather. How could she loathe and love it at the same time? The San Diego native in her begged for the sun, the beach, the smell of the ocean and the minimal layering of clothes when leaving the house…but the other part,maybe the part that only showed up because of Rooster, just loved seeing that amount of snow piling up.

Was she still cold? Yes.

Was she still having issues about the amount of layers needed to just get out of the house? Yes.

But she could handle it, her body still had issues getting used to the cold but it was much better than last time. “Hey,” she turns her body when she hears his deep voice calling, a folded towel on his hands, “How are your knees?”

“Huh?” she completely forgot she kneeled on the snow back at the cemetery. But now that she remembered, a jolt of discomfort darted from her knees up to her spine, making her wince, “OH um…hurting a little.” she mutters, looking down at her pants and the wet spots that got smaller because of the heat inside the cabin, “What’s that?”

“A warm towel.” he smiles, “You can lie down on the couch, take your pants off and I can put this on you.”

Beatrice stared at him for a few seconds, then narrowed her eyes, “Wouldn’t a blanket help too?”

Rooster pursed his lips, holding the towel tighter in his hands, “Sure,” he begins, “But that’s not going ot heat up that specific spot only.” and his eyes drop down the length of her body, smirking at her when she just blushed hard and gave him an amused eye roll,laughing at him and nodding. “You can stay on the couch.”

“Not on the bed?”

“Nah, here is fine.”

She narrowed her eyes even more, but hooked her thumbs on the elastic of her pants, gently tugging it down once she’s away from the window - even if no one could see them from the outside, it was still…strange to do that in front of a glass. “What are you planning?”

“I just want you to be warm.”

“On the couch.”

“Yeah.” and he ended with that, smirking even more at her and following the sway of her hips with his eyes, “It’s going to be alright.”

“Mhm.” Beatrice didn’t believe him, but that couch was really nice and maybe it’d be better than going all the way to the second floor and the master bedroom. She does sit on the couch with only her underwear on, watching as he gently drapes the warm towel over her knees. She winces a bit, the sudden thermal shock making her tendons clench with discomfort, “Ow.”

“Everything okay?’

“Hurts a bit.” and then he pulls the blanket, out of nowhere, and puts it over her as well, slipping his hands on both sides of her, tucking the thick fabric around her body as if she was a burrito herself, “...oh.” he arches his brow at her, “Oh I thought…” he kisses her forehead as she snuggles onto the blanket.

“Thought what?”

“Something…that you’d do…when it involves me and I’m only using underwear.”

He laughs, throwing his head back before kissing her nose, pressing their tips together and grinning at her red face, “Later.” he coos, “I want to warm you up first,I can draw a bath for you too.” 

“You don’t have to,I can take a shower later.”

“Hm…you sure?” she nods while bringing the blanket to her jawline, burying herself into the soft couch. Rooster smiles, plopping down next to her on the opposite end of the couch - Beatrice wastes no time in putting her feet on top of his lap, swooping the end of the blanket to trap it under her legs. Rooster just grins, placing his hand on top of her calf bone to rub it soothingly through the thick covers.

Beatrice, face partially hidden by the blanket, just blinked at him, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” he says softly, ‘...I’m…glad we went there.” he begins, still rubbing her calf, “I thought I’d be so nervous but…well,I was, but it was easier to handle, you know?”

“I’m glad to hear that,Roos.”

“Yeah.” he inhales shakily, dropping his head to the back of the couch, eyes following the lines of the cabin’s ceiling, “Nikki is asleep, just a little cabbage all wrapped up in the crib…and the dogs are enjoying how warm that place is too…and Jojo is on your bed.”

“Ahh, so that’s why you wanted to stay down here.”

“She looks so cute,I’d hate to wake her up.” he says softly, “Let her have a little fun, that bed is amazing.” he grins, sighing again, “I also wanted to talk to you…you know, just the two of us.”

“Just talk?”

“I mean…for now.”

They shared a laugh, the crackling of the fire only making the comfort of their surroundings wrap them into another warm invisible blanket making them scoot even closer to each other with his touch on her leg climbing up to her thigh but never moving further from there. Beatrice had to admit she was happy to see him…calm and relaxed and…just at peace. He looked at peace, coming here - to Virginia - and seeing his parents’ graves meant a lot to him.

And now that he had Nikki, undoubtedly he’d make it a habit, any time he could. “...you look better.” she whispered, “From early morning, you know? You look relaxed and…just happy…you look fulfilled.”

Rooster chuckles softly, then inhales, “...I have you to thank.” he smiles, “I don’t know if you know that, but your support has helped me a lot,baby.”

“I try my best.”

“I know.” he smiles at her, rubbing her thigh, “And I appreciate it so much, gorgeous. You know how much I do. You are just…an angel. You truly are…and I-” he leans down to kiss her forehead, then the bridge of her nose, “Love you for it.”

Beatrice’s cheeks were still red when he pulled back and her giggling was only muffled by her hands when she covered her face, “I’m all red!” she squeaks, blushing even harder - he could see it on the parts of her face where her hands couldn’t cover. Bradley just grins more, falling back against the couch and keeping his hand on her leg for a while.

What a day it was, and it was still morning. 

He wondered what other things they could do this week before the New Years, in fact he knew there were things they could do, he promised he’d take her to a few of his favorite places…maybe his old high school? Is that place still up? It was already old back when he got in, maybe they destroyed it to create something new in place…either way, he could look it up.

Of course that with the snow they didn’t have much to do, it was obvious, but he could figure something out. Beatrice would like anything, as much as she hated the cold they could manage something. “...baby.” he calls and she looks back at him with a little smile, “Oh,I thought you were asleep.”

“Not yet. What’s up?”

“I was just thinking what we could do when,well,” he gestures to the window and the snow falling outside, “This stops. Before the New Year,I mean.”

Beatrice blinks, “Well,I mean, skating is out of the list.” she drops her eyes to her stomach, “For obvious reasons.”

Bradley smiles at her stomach, then lowers himself just enough so his ear rests on it, Bea parts her legs so he’s more comfortable in there. Her hands came up to touch his hair, gently brushing through the sandy brown strands as he remains there, just trying to listen something…there was nothing that he could hear yet, but it was more than welcome to see him being so loving.

“Anything?”

He narrows his eyes, then purses his lips, ‘No, nothing, but maybe I heard a hi on the lower left.” Beatrice laughs again, still combing his hair as he sighs, keeping his cheek on her stomach, “Are you okay,though? No nausea?’

“Nothing yet.” she says, which was true, she feared the trip was going to make her feel sick but it didn’t. She just felt jet lagged,nothing more thankfully, “Nor cravings, I’m okay. I feared I’d get sick too but, I’m glad I didn’t.”

“I know,gorgeous.” he smiles, kissing her stomach, “But you will tell me if you do,right?’

“Yeah, of course.”

“Good.” he smiles, leaning up to kiss her lips sweetly, once, twice, three times, and then keeping his forehead against hers, “You are so pretty, ain’tcha?” and that accent made her melt immediately. Bradley’s accent rarely came out but she adored whenever it did. It was so charming, like those…old movies where the cowboy fell in love with the fancy lady, the ones her father loved to watch.

“Roos.”

“Prettiest girl ever.” he smirks, “I might take you out on a date, what do you think?”

“A date?”

“Yep…as in I’ll prepare us dinner and we’ll enjoy it with the dogs and Nikki.”

Beatrice chuckles softly, touching his cheek with her smaller hand, “I’d never say no to a date with you.” she whispers breathily, feeling like this was just their very first date again. Almost four years together and they were still…like they were. She used to think those things never worked in real life, in fact she just assumed Hollywood created this fake idea of love…and then she met Rooster who could literally be the personification of romance in a very handsome,sexy body. 

“Never?”

“Never. You are too romantic for me to say no…plus, I love you.”

His own cheeks flushed just the tiniest bit, his tongue wetting his lips before he kisses her again, “Love you too.” he pushes himself to his feet however, then points at her once he reaches the threshold “I’m gonna set something up for us for lunch, anything in mind?”

“Hmmm, no. Surprise me.” 

“That I can do.”

Once he’s out of her view, Beatrice snuggles deeper into the couch and the pillows as she gets comfortable. Her hand only leaves the confines of the blanket to check her phone and see if she got any messages. Of course their friends and family weren’t going to annoy them there, but Beatrice knew they’d message them in some way,shape or form.

And she was right because she got a message from Evelyn, who didn’t want to bother the two at all but she let Beatrice know they were going to find the baby’s gender this week. She also said that Jake’s mom really wanted to know so there was no point in stalling, “...wow she’s three months along already?” she questions herself, then looks down at her own stomach, counting the time on her fingers with her brows going up, “I think this is the highest number of Military babies in less than a year.”

“What?”

“Oh,um,nothing! Just talking to Ev! She’s going to check the baby’s gender this week!”

“Really?”

“Yeah!” she pauses, dropping the phone to her lap, “Do you…want to know the twins’ gender, just like we did Nicole’s?”

Her husband takes a while to reply and instead of shouting he appears on the hallway with his long sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a bowl nestled on the crook of his left arm. He purses his lips, then shrugs, “I don’t know…do you want to?”

“I mean…if you do?”

“...gorgeous,we’ll stay at this for hours.” he laughs, “I mean,I don’t care? We’ll just…raise them the same regardless of what they are,so, of course there’s the need to check on their health…we don’t have to worry about that.”

“I guess so.” she frowns a bit, interlacing her fingers on top of her stomach, her feet moving lazily under the covers, “Do you have any…thoughts? Of what we’ll see?”

“Babies.”

“Rooster.”

“I mean,If I’m honest,” he laughs, holding up a hand, “I’m gonna wait until the bets start, you do know the guys love trying to figure out our life.” he pauses, looking to the side, “Even before we even got together too.”

Beatrice smiles a little bit wider, her cheeks red as she moves her feet under the blanket back and forth, “You wanna wait then?”

“If that’s okay with you, I mean,we still have to tell people and since we want the pregnancy to go smoothly, I don’t see why not.” 

She sighs with a little grin, closing her eyes and setting her head on the pillow, “You are right, I don’t really wanna worry about that right now, but I was just thinking…I mean, that means that Ev is three months along.” she begins, “And that she’ll know soon so the baby will be born in…um…maybe June?”

“I think so? It’d make sense with all things considered.”

“And the twins, if everything goes well, will be born in…” she mutters the numbers under her breath, “April or may?” she blinks, “i need to check and be sure so we can set the new nursery too- oh my god we are going to need a new nursery Roos.”

Bradley’s smirk only widens, “I mean, yeah.” 

“Hrrmm!”

“Baby, please, it’s okay…now,” he disappears on the corner of the threshold, throwing her a final wink, “I’m gonna finish our lunch,okay? Call if you need me.”

“Okay…” she smiles weakly, the realization that they are having twins getting stronger every day…not that the ultrasound wasn’t enough but…she was just having these moments of ‘is this really real?’ ever since they found out.

She also needed to contact the clinic about her birth control shots and figure out why it just…didn’t work this last time. After all it worked before, why not now?

…or maybe she should take a little nap while Rooster was busy cooking. She could do that.

She was starting to give herself a headache.

[neon-pink-leitner]

Here's how I almost got sucked into a cult through homemaking and how Cyberpunk saved me

I have the time and the spoons today so I want to talk about this. This is prolly going to be a very long post but I feel like its important to talk about this.

Let me start with my mental state around 2020 or so. I was in a bad place.

I found out that my brother had been the one to publicly deface my home a few months back. This, on its own, trigger massive anxiety and paranoid episodes for me that I still struggle with badly today. A few weeks before I found out, someone falsely called Social Services on me. This would be the second time I got a false call(the first one had nothing to do with my brother and the person not admitted they were wrong but left the entire fucking county). The social service call happened while my MIL was in the hospital from a stroke. I was in an extremely dark place. The world was against me and now I had proof. I felt that the cars that drove by my house were watching me. I still have days where I'm convinced my neighbors are out to get me(they are not). I didn't know what to do. I looked into therapy but couldn't afford it. I learned that my brother was making fun of me behind my back. For my clothes, my home even my religion. My mindset was:If someone who is supposed to protect me, someone who is my family will treat me like this, then what will the rest of the world do to me? I was scared, I was angry, I was vulnerable. I felt I had no community anywhere and I didn't speak to most of my friends for a year.

I threw myself into my house. Trying to manically make it perfect. I found the term "homemaking" and started joining groups, following pages. Here was a group of people who understood me! The world was against them too! It was taboo and different for a woman to stay at home instead of working. The world was against me too! I had the proof! And somehow, I felt home. I didn't notice the roof was on fire, I couldn't smell the smoke, I was just happy to be in a living room. They too had been attacked by the world for being different, just like me! Shortly after, I found the term "tradwife" and while I didn't vibe with it, I was so deep that I couldn't see. These people just wanted to live their lives! Why would everyone attack them? So what if they were Christian? Maybe the supported trad-gender roles but I couldn't see past anything. I was part of a community that knew what it felt like to be alone and have the world against you.

I slowly stopped dressing in the goth/emo fashion I'd worn since 13. I was grown up now, and really, wasnt that for kids? I needed to be taken legit as a parent and a spouse I needed to make sure no one would ever hurt me again so I had to make myself small. Sure, they were submissive to their husbands but I was too! Maybe a different kind of submissive(wink, wink, nudge nudge locking necklace) but they understood submissiveness. I started wearing more dresses and for the first time in my life, I looked "normal" like everyone else.

This led me to more alt right accounts. Sure, they were extreme, and I didn't believe all the transphobic, homophobic and sexist stuff they posted but for the first time in my life, I ignored it. I spoke out if I felt strong that day but often, I kept following them because they understood me! They knew how it felt to be attacked like I had.

Then I fell deeper. I started to regret getting the COVID vaccine. What had I done to my body? What unknown spooky shit was in my veins? Maybe that was the reason my period was messed up and not the massive stress I was under. Maybe wearing mask indoors was bullshit? Why should anyone have a say over my body but me!!!111!!! After all, they understood me. I was a homemaker, like them. We all talked about how the world was against us, we were the rebels because the most outlaw thing we could do was make a dinner plate for our husbands afterall.

I took my they/them pronouns off my profiles. I started wondering if I really was bi. Me being bi didn't matter afterall because I'm with a cisgendered man. it wasn't important anymore. What was important was being a good woman, doing the best I could for my husband. I found community. I was happy. The house was on fire but I was high off the fumes. I didn't notice what was happening to me.

I decided I needed a new game to play. Figured it was high time I played Cyberpunk 2077 since I hadn't touched it since 2020. At this point it was early 2022. Something spoke to me in a way. I played as my V and fell in love with the game. I started thinking about how this was something my homemaking friends wouldn't like. My tumblr page was all about homemaking. But something about Cyberpunk made me look around.

I don't know what it was. The anti-corpo message, the beauty of Night City, Johnny Silverhand making me question if I am cis but suddenly, shit didn't add up. Why was I following these people who would hate me if I was married to woman? Why was I in groups who thought it was a woman's duty to be submissive to a man? Jesus fucking Christ what the fuck was I doing? This wasn't me. I didn't want to wear dresses all the time, they give me chub rub. Sure I'm submissive to my husband because its hot and gets me off and he's my Dom but I still have a voice. I started to look around and I figured out, that no one cared that I was a stay-at-home mom. The world wasn't against me. In fact, most people were fine with a woman staying home with her kid. That was all I could think as I drove around Night City: what the fuck was I doing??

I woke up one morning and found Roe V Wade was overturned.

All of these people screamed in victory because yay! Rights for the unborn....right? No. No not right. Then they turned against me. It didn't matter that medically it would be unsafe if I got pregnant. That was my purpose as a vagina owner. To be bred by my husband and not in the sexy role playing way and I should be honored to carry a child no matter how the fetus got into my body. Suddenly the living room I was sitting in, wasn't just on fire but being fueled by the people in it. Splashing gasoline and then calling it water.

One day, I broke. I left almost all of the homemaking groups I was in (the few I'm still in are very inclusive), I redid my tumblr page. I changed my URL to what it is now and made a short post about how I could no longer be part of the homemaking community and that it was time I started being "me" again. I joined the Cyberpunk fandom and started having fun again. I started writing.

I needed a new podcast and started listening to one simply called "Cults". Slowly, things fell into place. At first I kind of laughed at anyone foolish enough to believe that some white dude from Ohio was Jesus. But then I started listening. The ex-cult members spoke about how they were hurting, lonely, scared, angry and looking for community and something to believe in. And then I looked in the mirror. And I understood why they thought some white dude from Ohio was jesus. Because they were hurting the same way I had been and they just wanted to feel accepted, like me.

Now we are here. Its 2023. I've bleached my hair, I'm back to dressing like a Myspace reject because it makes me happy. I re-added my pronouns. And I crawled out of that burning house without making a sound. Well, now I'm screaming about it.

The trad community is a cult. The alt right is a cult. And it damn near sucked me in. Because I was bleeding and hurt and broken. But they never saved me. They just pushed me further into isolation. I'm still working on cleaning out my social profiles due to it. If you ever find an old post of mine that seems way out of it for me, let me know. I'm still cleaning the digital mess.

If you wish to judge me, hate me, unfollow me for this. Then that's okay. I'm ready for any hate I may get from this. But I need to be honest. Because this can happen to anyone. You are not too smart, too pretty or too whatever. Because I thought I was. And I wasn't. I was vulnerable. And someone where between Night City and black lipstick, I found my way out.

I don't know what to close this with other than this, to the Cyberpunk community, thank you.

[cerenemuxse]

Initially, I thought Cailitn and Connor were twins or at least the same class.

I'm going through and updating my Docs and Sheets on the characters right now, and I've been considering making them British engines instead of American engines. It just makes much more sense to me as well as helping with the size issue. American engines are typically massive. Take this photo of LMS 6229 Duchess of Hamilton (streamlined) and a BO P-7 class for example.

Source

To clarify, I love Caitlin and Connor as they are! Definitely two of my favorite CGI-only characters from T&F, but I just don't think their basis are correct for this. Think about it.

The Earl is ALL about preservation and to me, it just seems like he'd be more interested in preserving non-streamlined steam engines more than streamlined steam engines. Maybe that's a better reason as to why he chose Caitlin and Connor, but unless he's having them travel all over the United Kingdom, why would they be streamlined. Originally, I assumed they would go to Barrow-in-Furness from Ulfstead Castle with no stops, which is somewhat the case.

And then their size becomes the issue. I'm trying to stick as close as to real-life circumstances as I can, and having them be cut down to size isn't an option I want to default to when it comes to American steam engines working on the North Western Railway. I'm already using the "they were just built different for UK railways" storyline for another character.

So I'm currently considering the following locomotives:

LNER A4s: I know I questioned the streamlining situation but I think it makes more sense for them if I do have them travel the majority of the United Kingdom to collect passengers for Ulfstead Castle. This would be an interesting option because they'd act so differently to Spencer, considering they're privately owned like him.

LMS Coronation Class: This is could work either way because I'm also considering the possibility that the journeys had to be stopped at Barrow-in-Furness when dieselisation happened and the last of the steam engines were withdrawn from service. At that point, streamlining is unnecessary so the casings are removed.

LMS Princess Royal Class: If I decide not to go the streamlined route or I want to make one of them a different class.

These were chosen for multiple reasons, those being:

I would like to keep the single survivors as they are, like Blue Peter, Tornado, Flying Scotsman, and Duke of Gloucester, which they will be joined by Hengist, a BR Standard 6. This already knocks off the LNER Gresley A3s, LNER Peppercorn A1s, LNER Peppercorn A2s, BR Standard 8, and BR Standard 6.

Go for a class that isn't made up of one example, such as the single BR Standard Class 8, Duke of Gloucester, and GWR 111, The Great Bear.

Cannot be classes that have already been used, keeping that heavy diverse of classes on the Island of Sodor and character roster in general. This knocks off the SR Merchant Navies, as well as the SR Battle of Britians and West Countries, and the LMS Royal Scots, rebuilt and unrebuilt for all three.

Not to use any recent classes, specifically BR. This crosses off the BR Standard 7.

Drop classes that wouldn't have survived by at least the 1950s. This crosses out the LNER Raven A2s and GWR 111.

The 4-8-4 configuration is a definte "No." It was considered to be too much by the LNER when the Hush Hush was released into traffic. Even though it was rebuilt with the body of a A4, it still retained its wheel configuration. It just seems too much for the NWR, considering its size. Its slightly bigger than the Furness Railway from what I've gathered. (If not, they're about the same size.)

These are the engines from the UK that I have listed so far, so I have still have more classes to sift through. The American steam engines are already a "No," due to their massive size. I have the following that could be really good candidates, because I'm pretty damn sure the Earl would love to preserve/operate a foreign engine. It just screams like something he would do. However, this list contain streamliners.

New South Wales C38 class: This one because they look similar to the Hudsons. Like the LMS Coronations, their casings can be removed to unveil the nonstreamlined version. Built in the 1940s.

Source: Wikipedia

Iraqi State Railways PC class: Similar design to the streamlined LMS Coronations with the valenced similar to those of the LNER Gresley A4s. Purely streamlined. I haven't found a photo where its not streamlined. Built in the 1940s. Only international option I've chosen that doesn't have any survivors to this day.

Source

DRB Class 01.10: Another streamlined engine that can have its casings removed. Built in the 1930s.

Source: Wikipedia

"But wait a minute, you just said this about the streamliners-" yeah I did but here's the thing. Connor and Caitlin are KNOWN AS streamliners. They're known to be different to the other engines and extremely fast. I would like to keep that as the first thing you know about them. They're ✨ streamlined ✨.

But then here comes another issue (this is post is so damn long- wut 😭)

I want to make "Best Engine Ever" canon to EoSR but I can't think I can pull off how dangerous it becomes since all of the examples I've mentioned have front buffers and they don't really have skirts, excluding the Iraqi State Railways PC class.

With all of this taken into consideration, I'm definitely leaning towards the New South Wales C38 as Connor's basis, just because the front reminds me of his T&F basis. They're green which is closer to the teal/blue Conor is originally in. As for Caitlyn, I'm somewhat considering the Iraqi State Railways PC class. It's a very good candidate, in my opinion, but the paintwork is what's throwing it off. I don't want to end up with two green engines, though it looks like the PCs used a mint green.

I'm just not entirely convined by the UK steam engines, though technically the Iraqi State Railways PC engine is English since this basis was built in England.

These classes were built mostly before BR era (C38s: January 1943 - November 1949 & PCs: 1940), they look smaller than the American engines and about the same size as the UK built engines, and they have visual aspects that remind me of their original basis from Thomas and Friends. Neither class only has a sole survivor. The Iraqi State Railway PCs having no surivors while the New South Wales C38s have four survivors. Neither class is made up of one example or been used as a basis for another character. Both classes survived past the 1950s and early-1960s, with the lastest withdrawal being that of a C38 in 1970.

So this is my overly-complicated and probably unnecessary analysis/research for Connor and Caitlin's new basis because I'm weird and want to stick as close to the real-world as much as I can. I wrote this within the span of two days because i was doing research as I was writing this so consider this post as a bunch of notes (which is part of the reason why I kept contradicting myself when it came to streamlining 🤡).

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Hi! could you add me (@shaded-echoes-recs) to your tasm!peter (and andrew garfield if you have one) taglist? Also, could you do an AG x reader where famous!r (an actress, singer-songwriter as well but mostly an actress) ends up accidentally outing her crush on AG in an interview (ex tonight show) and it turns out her most recent single (abt crushing on someone who doesn't know her) was about him and then they end up working on a film together & shes embarrased but he likes her and they date?pls!

The Slip-up | A.G.

📝 Title: The Slip-up (x actress/singer-songwriter!reader)

📚 Requested: Yes/No

✍ Summary: Let's face it, even celebrities have celebrity crushes. But what if you had accidentally let slip your little crush on Andrew Garfield in an interview? | 2.6k

Love knows no bounds and even celebrities have celebrity crushes.

And to say that you simply adored and admired Andrew Garfield would be the understatement of the century.

You were literally one of his biggest fans.

And after a quiet Monday morning, one of your biggest dreams had come true.

“Good morning, I am speaking to Y/N L/N, right?” A voice said as soon as you picked up the call.

“Yep.” You answered nonchalantly, stirring your coffee, you hadn’t auditioned for anything so far so you didn't know what this call was for, “This is she.”

“So, I’m Lin-Manuel Miranda.” The voice introduced, “Since you’re this amazing actress and singer-songwriter and you were highly recommended by one of our cast members - I was wondering if you’d be interested in starring in a romance musical?”

You nearly spewed out your coffee, not believing in the slightest that the director of Tick, Tick… Boom! was casting you, “That would literally be a dream come true! Thank you so much for this opportunity! And is it okay if I also get to know who highly recommended me so that I could thank them too?”

“Um,” Lin trailed off for a bit, as if talking to someone else on the other end of the line, “for now, the person wishes to remain anonymous - but, I’m sure you’ll get to know them really well once we start the shooting.”

“Okay then,” you smiled, “Thank you, again, so much for this wonderful opportunity and I can’t wait to start.”

The next day, your manager delivered the script to your house and you swear that you could’ve fainted once you took a look at the cast list.

Immediately picking up your phone and ringing up your manager, you asked, “Please reassure me that you didn’t by any chance give me the wrong script.”

You could practically hear her smile as she answered, “Now when I have done that to you? I’m guessing that you’re over the moon with who your co-star, or rather leading man, is?”

You couldn’t stop the heat that rose up to grace your cheeks, “Maybe?”

She chuckled, “C’mon, like you don’t gush on about him all the time, especially when we’re alone.”

“Fine.” You giggled, “This is literally the best day of my life.”

A beat of silence followed before you spoke up, “You anticipated this call didn’t you?”

Another laugh came, “Let’s just say that I had an inkling as to how you would react.”

“Oh and remember that you have to head to the recording studio later today to record your new single.” She reminded.

“Yep. I don’t have anything else today, so I won’t forget that.” You said.

–

“How’re you feeling?” Your makeup artist asked as she put the finishing touches on your look for your interview.

You shrugged, taking a deep breath, “Well, it’s always nerve wracking before a show or an interview, you just kind of forget it once you’re already doing it.”

You were then brought backstage, where you waited for your cue to enter the studio.

“Now let us welcome an amazing actress and singer-songwriter, Y/N L/N!” Jimmy announced to the already buzzing crowd.

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465 notes - Posted March 4, 2022

#4

The Letter underneath the Bed | TASM!Peter Parker

📝 Title: The Letter underneath the Bed

📚 Requested: Yes/No

✍ Summary: You had spilled your feelings for Peter in a letter, not knowing that it would still reach it one day. | 2.6k

💌 Inspired by the line "In a box beneath my bed, is a letter that you've never read." from Tim McGraw by Taylor Swift.

Peter Parker was amazing at a lot of things - but figuring out whether you returned his romantic feelings for you or not is one of them.

You had been his best friend for as long as you could remember.

Wherever he went, you go too.

When Peter’s parents left him with Aunt May and Uncle Ben - you told your parents that your sole birthday wish was to move to the house next to Aunt May’s. Thankfully, your wish had been granted.

Ever since, you and Peter had been practically inseparable.

–

“Peter!” Aunt May called out from the bottom of the staircase, “Y/N is here! Hurry up or the both of you will be late for school.”

“Coming!” Peter called from the top, shouldering his backpack before almost running down the stairs.

He kissed Aunt May on the cheek, giving a rather rushed “See you later!”

Peter then headed to the door where you were patiently waiting for him with a smile.

“Ready to go?” He asked.

You chuckled, “I wasn’t the one running down the stairs this morning.”

Peter made a face at you before breaking out into a run, “Last one that gets to school pays for lunch!”

“No fair!” You whined, running after him, “You got a head start!”

The two of you always headed to school together, which caused some rumors to circulate that the two of you were dating.

Well, the rumors haven’t reached you or Peter yet.

Not for long though.

–

Even if Peter had a head start, you still managed to outrun him - maybe because you had pushed him a bit when you had caught up, but that didn’t matter.

You were sitting with Gwen and her boyfriend waiting as Peter got lunch for the both of you.

“Okay,” Gwen said, suddenly cutting her conversation with her boyfriend short, “Y/N, I thought you were my best friend - why didn’t you tell me?”

“Well, aside from Peter, you are my best friend. And I have no idea what you're talking about. What didn't I tell you?" You asked, giving her a puzzled look.

She gave an exasperated sigh, "Do you seriously have no idea? The whole school is practically talking about it."

"Talking about what exactly?" You were getting more confused with every passing moment.

Gwen leaned forward, speaking in a whisper-shout, "That you and Peter are officially dating!"

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468 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

#3

perhaps…you and peter both being touch starved so when you start dating it’s so many cuddles, so much hand holding, always being near the other but never clingy👉👈

I can just imagine how adorable this is 🥺. If you want me to write this into a full fic - just let me know 👀

If somebody asked you and Peter who was more "touch starved" between the two of you. Both of you would probably just look at each other, laugh before saying that its both.

Ever since you started dating, Peter just couldn't keep his hands off of you. Literally.

He always needed to have an arm around your waist, a hand (or even just a finger) interlocked with yours, or just being near you in general.

Not that you minded anyway. You were just the same, if not worse.

Now, it was a nice Saturday night, you and Peter decided to take a small break from your homework to watch a little movie while being cuddled up on the couch.

The deadline wasn't in two days anyway.

Honestly, neither of you were paying any attention to the movie at all.

Peter was just quietly running his hands through your hair while you were busy drawing random patterns on his arms.

No words needed to be exchanged for the two of you to say how much you loved each other, how much you cherished each other.

A single touch was more than enough.

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@beloved-bucky, @hunnybunimdun, @andrewgarfield2022, @jasmin7813, @andrewgarfieldsbae, @spxiiee, @shaded-echoes-recs, @holy-macncheese-balls

522 notes - Posted March 16, 2022

#2

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a fic with andrew garfield where you have a abusive relationship with your toxic boyfriend and your super close with andrew and he tells you “I could be a better boyfriend than him” (like the dove cameron song) while you are kinda like cheating on your ex?

I completely understand if not! Thanks for your time and have a amazing day!

Better Boyfriend than Him | (TASM) Peter Parker

📝 Title: Better Boyfriend than Him

📚 Requested: Yes/No

✍ Summary: Peter will always be there to protect you, always. | 2.5k

🧧 Warnings: Abusive boyfriend, physical violence, mentions of physical violence, toxic relationship, bruises, mentions of a restraining order

💌 I kind off forgot to write about the "cheating part" and I was already 2.4k words in when I realized that - but, I hope you enjoy the fic nevertheless 😊 Anyway, Happy Valentines day everyone!

Peter learned that there were certain pros and cons of not admitting your feelings for your best friend.

Being able to preserve his long-lasting friendship with said best friend is one of the pros.

But the cons? He had to suffer the pain of watching the girl he loved on the arm of a guy who wasn’t him.

And they say that all is fair in love and war, right?

–

You sighed in front of the bathroom mirror, gripping the compact containing concealer tightly in your hand. You had two more bruises to cover up on your face and your long sleeved blouse would take care of the ones on your arms.

You knew that this was wrong. You knew that you should tell someone about it, especially Peter. But you can’t.

Mark had threatened that if you told anyone about it - he would hurt Peter.

Not that Peter couldn’t defend himself, he’s Spiderman for crying out loud, he swings from building to building and fights literal criminals that the police can’t even catch. Max wouldn’t stand a chance against him.

But the mere thought of your best friend (and the guy who your heart really belonged to) getting hurt was enough to get your mouth to shut.

You had promised to hang out with Peter at the bodega near school, starting to apply the concealer on your bruises - you knew that you had to hurry.

–

When you had arrived at the bodega, Peter was boredly skating around - eyes immediately lighting up the moment he saw you.

Next thing you knew, he had engulfed you into a hug with a smile that reached from ear to ear.

“Cookie,” he smiled, the childhood nickname floating delightfully in the air, “how are you?”

“Bug boy,” You chuckled, “we just saw each other in all of our classes this morning.”

“So?” He said, “I wanted to know how you are now.”

“Well, I’m doing fine, if that’s what you wanted to know.” You said.

Being the overprotective and loving best friend he is, Peter then asked, “How about Mark? Is he treating you well?”

You gave a nervous chuckle trying to give him a reassuring smile, “Yeah, he’s fine. He’s doing amazing.”

“Treating you like how you deserve to be treated?”

“Of course Peter, he’s my boyfriend not some kidnapper taking me hostage while waiting for ransom.”

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555 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Laurie’s Beloved | T.L.

📝 Title: Laurie’s Beloved

📚 Requested: Yes/No

✍ Summary: After losing a bet to Jo, Laurie has to write a letter to you. But what happens when you find the letter and think it’s for someone else? | 1.3k

“Jo, please I’ll do anything else.” Laurie begged as Jo held a triumphant smile.

“Rules are rules, Teddy. This is what you agreed to.” Jo reminded him.

“Please Jo, have mercy on me.” He pleaded, giving the girl a look.

Jo shook her head, “Nope.”

“Now what’s all this fuss about?” Meg asked as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Teddy won’t keep his part of the bet.” Jo said.

“Meg you have to help me!” Laurie said, walking to the eldest March sister.

Meg raised a questioning brow, “What’s his part of the bet?”

Jo smiled, knowing she had found an ally, “Since he lost the bet he has to write a love letter to his dear Y/N. Only now, he refuses to.”

A small smile reached Meg’s lips, “Well Laurie, a deal’s a deal.”

Laurie glared at the both of them, “You’ve got to be joking! I swear all of you are teamed up on this.”

—

It took him a week to finish the letter. Not because he found it hard to pour out his feelings for you. But because he wanted to find the right, the perfect words to express just how much he loves you and how much you mean the world to him.

“Happy now?” He asked, handing the fresh letter to a beaming Jo.

“A bit.” She cooed as she read the letter upon Laurie’s request to improve anything that would embarrass him - especially grammatical and spelling errors.

“What do you think?” Laurie asked nervously as the silence grew, “Is it bad?”

Jo shook her head, giving him a smile, “Surprisingly, it’s rather wonderful. Did you have some kind of poet write this?”

He furrowed his brows, “No. I wrote that myself.”

“Hm.” Jo hummed, giving the letter another look through, “There’s only one thing missing then.”

“What’s that?” Laurie asked.

Jo’s smile seemed almost wicked, “To give it to her.”

Once she had uttered this words, she stood up and dashed in the direction of your house.

Fear started to run through Laurie’s veins as he chased after Jo.

But, Jo was faster than him and arrived at your door within minutes.

She quickly rapped a knock on your door, clutching the letter behind her back while Laurie stood by the side, horrified.

Just as his luck was getting worse, you were the one who opened the door.

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Follow me inside the wastelands -  Chapter 27  -Arthur Maxson x Female Sole Survivor Fanfic

Hello to the ten maybe twenty people who keeps reading this fic 26 chapters later…its funny because I don’t see you in the numbers but I see you when I make an update. Which makes me wonder where the hell are the 60 people of chapter two, maybe in the middle of the road…and it’s a long road

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and comments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive comments of wanting to know what happens next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

Maccready keep writing letters for the Elder Maxson, giving him as much information he could “Be ready for everything at any moment” was the thing that craved on his mind after Reading it 500 times. Arthur was so stressed he wanted to cry all the time, cry and punch things, he started drinking more and more because he felt like needing something all the time, of course what he needed was his pregnant woman and his baby, there was no way to calm the absence.

One day he received a package from the mercenary, it wasn’t exactly a letter, it was a holotape with information, a medical report and…the signs of the report says vault 111. It was Noras vault…the mercenary could be a killer but was a good fella and keep his word, so…she may be there or she is there right now…in the moment he read that his chest started to go up and down in anxiety, should he go out there? Take Nora from the vault by force? Pull her out to the Prydwen? He was suffering so much this loneliness…

The report says that…she was okay…according with what Cade teach him, this numbers were…fine…knowing that his baby was okay really put him in ease, she knew what she was doing despite all, despite making him suffer like this. So…she was there…locked on a tomb by herself.  Their son will born trapped in a vault…but at least with good, spotless, pure, and sanitized medical equipment, didn’t Nora had a nurse robot also? He meet the robot at the party in Sactuary…oh remembering that place make his head hurt, everything started to go downhill there

Why Maccready revelead this information to him? Sure he don’t expect the ignorant mercenary of the Commonwealth to know how to write or change information of a terminal file, maybe he just take out the holotape and it’s the better he can do but there must be something else, the location was there for some reason. Should he send his spy there? It was extremely difficult to break into a vault and Nora will be extra careful about this subject to even let him have the chance to break inside…

For now…he will wait…the wait will be over soon after all, they expend most of the pregnancy apart from each other, the best months she push him away, at least he secured her during the first two months as much he could.

But one day one month later…

Preston Garvey and a bunch of mercenarys around a caravan appeared in front of the Boston Airport. That man and Maccready were recently authorized to be escorted directly to the command deck in the Prydwen without asking but when the elder was informed that the minutemen was carrying a crying baby…he run to the deck and wait for the ventibird to go up and land. Heart pounding, feeling like almost vomiting of anxiety, needing to hold himself to the bars feeling his knees failing. Ohmygodohmygod this was the day.

He was prepared since Maccready give him that letter, super mentalized but still he was today…meeting his baby.

Wait why Nora wasn’t with him? The realization made his heart ache.

The ventibird went up and settled in the landing port, a man quickly came out with a bundle in his arms, a bundle that was crying loud and strong. The elders heart stopped as he went closer meeting with Preston eyes, the man immediately give him the bundle of blankets opening his arms and Arthur pick him like…he knew…he never hold a baby before and this wasn’t the best place to learn but it felt correct to want to have it on his arms, it was a need.

He moved away a bit from the wind and air forces that the helicopter blades do, going to the center of the flight port, walking back into the zeppelin as Preston followed him, there was a lot of noise and chaos around but his eyes can only focus on…the crying baby squirming and moving on his arms.

It was a pink and very small newborn strangely chubby but it looked so healthy and fine. Once the Paladin in power armor guarding the entrance open the door both men went inside, hearing more clearly the crying and screams of the scared baby. The sounds resonate all over the zeppelin and the first ones to come and give a visit were the scribes and Lancer Kells, the first people when you enter into the Prydwen.

The people down there at the control port went up the steps to meet the elder and the general, not wanting to say much since it was a sensitive subject, all this family pregnancy thing with the sentinel was a sensitive theme of conversation but it just felt correct to congratulate the elder of the brotherhood for his first newborn.

-Ad Victoriam Elder Maxson –just said all in chorus, nothing more, no congratulations, no what a cute baby, no questions, nothing, just say that and leave down back to work, not wanting to get in trouble for sneaking their noses into the elder troubled business

Preston looked strangely at it, Arthur just raise up the head to nod not sure if in agreement or gratitude he surely wasn’t paying attention and look back at his baby, starting to move his arms thinking it would calm it, walking slowly to the command deck. The man stood in front of the view of the Commonwealth, all the fight led him to Nora, and all this horrible months led him to this baby, it was worth it.

Preston hold a little paper to Arthur, who take his time to take off the eyes of the baby and try to catch it with his hand still holding the blankets- It’s a girl –said the minutemen.

“Her name is Arya. Arthur+Nora” said the note written in the perfect Noras calligraphy. He was able to read it with her voice even with the babys crying around.

Now, in a more quiet place without all the chaos of the ventibird he see that the baby had the blankets he send a month and half ago.

-Wheres Nora? –ask Arthur unconsciously, in any of this days he take the time to try to imagine what future after the baby was born  they will have, or how events will develop because it will only hurt him, thinking on something that changes constantly for worse.

-Fine, I was with her the whole time and the birth went all fine

-But where is she? –one of his hands move to the babys cheek, placing the side of his fingers against it, ohmygosh it was so soft.

-Still in Sactuary

-Recovering? Was it difficult? –the crying was stopping slowly thank god. For some reason he felt so relieved

-Not exactly, she is preparing some stuff –Preston take a holotape from his coat and leave it on the small table, calling Arthurs attention while he was still shushing the baby

He stood there, frozen, unable to move or think at all when he saw her light blue eyes between her crying eyelids, it had his same color, the crying starting ago take him out of his trance and he reacted to shush the baby again, calming her.

-Stuff like what?

-Even I don’t have that many details

-She is not planning to stay around? –ask the elder shocked, was she going to abandon their daughter with him?

-She gave me Arya, the note, the holotape and said “take her to Arthur immediately, tell him to listen the holotape in a moment of peace” and I did what I was told…she was born in the early morning so we spent most of the morning and noon walking here. I left her under Curies cares

Idiot, how can he leave the other general in such a vulnerable situation under the care of a robot?

-I can believe it, how can you know she isn’t dead by now? –ohgoshnodontthinkonthatnoraisstrong

-She isn’t, you will see her around wandering the commonwealth in a few weeks maybe –he place the baby against his shoulder, caressing her back, she was becoming quiet

-Wait she has to nurse her and…-Preston look at him sad and Arthur felt his feets heavy- you gotta be kidding me

-I cant talk for her but…she gave me Arya immediately like it was something I needed to deliver fast –she wouldn’t be with her?- we were talking this days and…she said it was your daughter, never wanting to talk about her like her mother –Arthurs hand moved to the baby head to secure it, caressing lightly, do in it almost automatically, unable to think straight

-She cant do this, this is not going to last, she is going to come back like other times, this is her daughter –he said confused, moving in circles.

-You were the one searching for her elder- that make Maxson stop in his place, annoyed, crossing his eyebrows, but it was true- Nora is still to attached…to his dead son Shaun.

That motherfucker? There’s no way she was leaving her daughter behind for that killer. A ball of tangled strings appeared on his chest, this baby right in his arms was so pure and beautiful to be leaved behind because she still had fellings for that monster…there was no point of comparison between them.

-I can’t believe this –he said feeling the chest compressed in pain and angust, how can despise their child together for that monster that kidnapped so many people even in the years he was leader? Unveliable.

-I know its not your fault elder –said Preston feeling a bit of grief for him- its her who is too damaged to fix –why does everybody sees it except her!?- I can only say…hear the holotape alone and at peace…

-Did you hear it? –ask Maxson feeling his eyes and nose watering trying not to cry in front of someone he didn't know that well

-Of course not –said Preston- but I know she is doing things wrong –it wasn’t enough, the lame and pity of everybody wasn’t enough

-This is fucked up from her –the minutemen stand in silence, Arthur take a moment to leave a kiss in her forehead when she started to only squirm comfortable in his arms and then look at Preston- did you travel all the way here in the sun?

-She was covered the entire time and we avoid zones with radiation, that’s why it took us longer to arrive –his face turn red of anger, walking in circles in front of the window.

-Stupid, she could just call for a signal to pick you up if she didn’t wanted to come here -she had the authority for that and still make the baby cross the entire commonwealth to arrive in his fathers arms

-I swear we came as fast as possible elder

-Because she wanted to get rid of her! –in a moment he raised his voice more than he wanted, but stopped, because he felt the baby shock and surprise, quickly he caresses her head again to no alarm her. Oh man he had so much stuff to think off, surely Cade knows how to replace her mothers milk and heat

-The way Nora acts it’s a mistery even for me sometimes, im the first human alive that know her the longest and…sometimes its difficult to understand her

-What do you mean? –first human? Arthur supposed the first robot was Codsworth

-Well I know she let the synth copy of his son die when the institute blow up –Preston saw the surprise in the  elders face and turn his head down- I spoke too much

-no –he demanded- I want to understand better

-Im not turning down on her, she is our general

-I know she was the leader of raiders gangs in the commonwealth –now he catches the minuteman attention, who bite his cheeks in the insides.

-Im loyal, we work together, she does amazing but…its okay if there’s things you can’t forgive –the man close his fits, looking elsewhere.

-If she abandons Arya I will never forgive her –said Maxson full of resentment holding the baby a bit tighter, it was one thing having traumas and shitty attitudes towards him but their daughter wasn’t guilty of anything.

-There was a time she gave her back to four settlements in the commonwealth…to give them to some raiders gangs…she gave her back to me and the justice we were applying on the commonwealth, I never understand why she did it and never fixed it neither, im never forgetting the owners of that houses, the families that lived there, the settlers that stablished there expecting a better new life –Nora had a lot of dark sides, and Arthur can see that this subject…really hurt him, he gets it, it was like having a soldier go against the brotherhood beliefs…it was like when she say he loved Danse despite being a synth. Not being able to see his true nature, only a machine.

-How much do you know about Shaun? Noras son –ask the elder-

-Glimpses honestly, not much, but until destroying the institute by her own she asked  the minutemen first for help so I follow some of that story…

-Why is a mystery that she killed the synth copy? After all it wasn’t the real one

-Are you kidding? Nora kill on rampages for that kid, if that was the last of her son she should keep it after wanting it so much

-Its a synth Preston -oh gosh not now, he didn’t have any interest for this kind of conversations, his baby was far more important, who was doing the most adorable sounds

-You know as well as me that Nora has a lot of synth friends -even a love interest back then.

-Maybe something about her son change along the way -the minuteman raised his eyebrow in surprise.

-You know something, mind to tell me?

-No -Maxson flip his back to Preston who only sighted in discomfort

-Alright

-When should I...see her around? -why does he keeps caring? he felt so horrible about not being the 3 together and still worries.

-I don't know, this last days she was repairing her X-01 Nuka Quantum but i don't know the reason-both stay in silence for a few moments-just listen the holotape elder.

-I can’t believe she didn't even breastfeed her -he stood in silence, moving a bit the arms to look at his babys face, take some time to appreciate it and hug her -Thank you for coming Preston, a ventibird will send you home

Both say goodbye, Arthur give the order to take the general to Sanctuary, maybe to take care of Nora or not, depending if she wanted any help

The first thing he did was taking the baby almost running for Cades nursery, every soldier could see the elder running with a budget of blankets that moves and do sounds so the rumors will spread fast but who cares his baby needed attention quickly

-Was she breastfeed? -ask the man pulling slightly the blankets off

-I don't believe so -the expression in Cade turned dark, but still he pulls out the stethoscope to hear her heart and breathing, picking one of her small hands gosh he forgot to do that! -can you ask the other chapters for supplys?

-Yes? what does she need? -he panicked.

-Formula and vitamins, if she isn't going to receive her mother’s milk better replace it with something -Cade take a look at her mouth, opening it lightly -mothers milk has a lot of grease that will quickly help her to get big and fat to keep warm, altought now she is pretty chubby.

-Noras genetics were naturally like this, she was only skinny now

-Also diapers and a lot of antibiotics, babys develops a lot of fevers, you need to pay attention to that from now on -Arthur nooded as Cade leave the stethoscope a side to pic a thermometer- are you going to take care of her? -the question almost boil the mans blood

-Of course -he said pressing his teeth in fury

-Not like that, im asking if you need help from the nurses, there's a few mothers with experience here in the Prydwen -Cade look down on his chubby job, working with the thermometer

The question put him in blank. Didnt know, he should not replace her mother so fast...but she needed someone with experience...he seriously counted on Nora guiding him. He feeled ready to do this alone but no...qualified. He needed guide and instruction. But definitely wasn't ready to bond with nobody.

-I guess i could use some...maternity documents...-he said lost, feeling fool for not thinking in this possibility before...it was right...he had nobody...Arya and him were alone. Surrounded by brotherhood brothers and sisters but...alone...

-Are you sure elder? -ask Cade opening the blankets- newborns are extremely delicate, you will need the help

-Im sure if i have an emergency the nurse room will be open to help the elders daughter

Cade stay in silent until he answers.

-Of course

-Her name is Arya, Arya Maxson -the name froze Cade a bit, it was a strong name, it sounded good. And it just makes sense with her lightblue eyes. Nora didn't have a surname registered in the brotherhood and he supposed it was out of place ask for hers since this was the situation...

-Did she have her first poop yet? -the question take Arthur out of place. Cade open the infant clothes and the cloth diaper that Arthur sent to Nora just to find it..slightly wet but not dirty.

-I don’t know, i suppose she didn’t -shit right this was important. He shouldn’t be in this situation, he had his woman, he had the mother of this baby and she just...

-Alright -Cade cover the little girl with the blankets- can you dress her elder? -as soon the man ask that Arthur run to her and started to close the diaper and the clothes, it was important he gets familiar with this -ill see with what i can jam a supply of formula and vitamins for this days, she will want to eat a lot, maybe not now but in an hour.

Did really Nora was that much of a monster to not breastfeed her? Making her travel an entire day across the commonwealth and not feed her newborn?

-Ill ask for supplies to arrive as soon as possible -said the elder getting anxious, covering a bit the babys eyes with his hand, the lights were too bright!

-She will cry, all the time -Cade warn the elder, who look at him paying all the attention in the world- cry for all things, for attention, warm, food, water, playing, discomfort, new sensations, feeling sick, need to poop or piss, everything, and will ask for food all the time too. Should i send the bottles to your quarters? or you will leave her here?

-Here? why? does she  needs it? -actually he didn’t want to be apart from his baby.

-I can give her formula by needle but its the same, i still have to prepare it and it will do the same thing than a bottle -Cade was looking at his shells, planning things

-I prefer her with me -Arthur said without thinking twice

-Very well, should we do the ADN test? -the elder raise his head and look at him with doubts- when...we knew about this situation...one of the things you asked was if we can know who the father is...i remember that well -that was indeed a hard day of work- obviously at that stage it was impossible but now she is here born so

Arthur look at the baby, look deeply in her light blue eyes for some moments.

-Sure, if it doesn’t hurt her

-Of course not -Cade said.

Why not. Now she was here after all

Supplies from the nursery were delivered into his quarters and at seeing the budge of blankets on what it was Noras side of the bed he can only think...he needs a cradle, and knows exactly were to get one. But for now he needed to improve this situation.

Arthur sat on the bed with one of the warm bottles of the supplies delivery in hand, picking her head for support and help, placing the dummy on her lips and...thank god she started slurping and sucking nicely like any baby would do, she should be hatching to her mothers  warm flesh nipple but...this was their thing now, their only option, they have to do it together like this.

Hopefully this would fill her stomach and make her want to start eating...or making poop, in any case Cade was waiting for any of her responses to examine, as this formula of his was improvised with what he had on the nursery and the kitchen of the zeppelin, Arthur already send a note asking for certain baby’s supplies like he did last time, this was a notice that his daughter with the troubled sentinel was already born, that Arthur Maxson at the eyes of every other brotherhood of steel chapter had now an heir, that Arya Maxson was finally born, the first born of Arthur and the hero of the Commonwealth Sentinel Nora.

It was unnecessary to clarify that she wasn’t here, although if he was asking for formula they will figure out sooner or later that something was wrong in the Maxson family...damn he wanted to be the Maxson family so bad but right now...the baby hatching in the bottle was his family. His beautiful baby girl.

When she finishes the bottle...she may want to poop.

Arthur hold her without interrupting the bottle, looking at her rounded cheeks moving at every slurping, he walk in circles around the room looking for something in his pocket, taking out the holotape Preston give him and placing it in his terminal entry, willing to listen Noras bullshit again and again.

“Hello…Arthur “ oh hello, he thinks at hearing the recording, her voice again giving him chills all spine down “this may be the last time I greet you with this name” a sight following a  long silence were he can hear her breath “by the time im recording this im eight months pregnant with your child and I have to say…im sorry for everything I put you trough, Its not fair for you and if you are mad at me…well I deserve it…”more than mad he was all the time worried without a valid reason “I know and understand your feelings towards our child, its everything everywoman would hope of their partners but…Im still…conflictuated about my own son Shaun” why does she still  thinks over that killer? He couldn’t understand “as the older one let me give you a little piece of advice…your first son its like your first love, the love you feel is as strong as that…and you will feel it forever, im never getting rid of my feelings for Shaun…and you will experience the same with this baby” He look down at his baby daughter, gripping tighter on the blankets “I will never replace Shaun despite everything, I smash him, I let him burn…but I will always be his mother” a silence, a long silence in the tape”I lost all right to be the mother of this  child and I frankly don’t want it, I already have a son, a son I own life, if you want to tell him about me, do it, you can, but I will not be around, I still have debts to pay” pay to who? He was dead a long time before this happen “what we had was…legit and beautiful, I will always treasure the love we had for each other but I recognize I made too much damage to this relationship, you do not deserve this, the amount of traumas and pain I have and cannot leave back…our sons always come first and you will learn that sooner or later” tears started to form in the corners of his eyes hearing her”I will continue working for the brotherhood, I will continue working for you…but ill use my privileges as Sentinel to not follow direct missions and do my own in benefit and representation of the brotherhood” another silence”I know it will be hard to stay away from each other...but I don’t deserve and im no good to be around you both…you know when I realized I was alone in this new word and my old house was destroyed…I found a holotape…from Nate and Shaun when he was a baby…I would listen to that tape all nights until falling asleep…I don’t wish that for you, I don’t want to harm you like that…that’s why this holotape will automatically destroy after it finish playing for the first time” goddamn she will challenge him until the end, another silence, but he took the chance to think and concentrate, looking at the plug of the terminal on the wall, walking slowly to it”I love you…And the further away I am, the less I can hurt you, I'm sorry I can't give you the family that I made you wish…Elder Maxson has a lot of love to give…and I hope he finds someone who can receive it properly…goodbye elder…I wish you the best to you bo-“ but before the holotape plays the last seconds, he unplugged the terminal, clearly she wanted to give him the choice of keeping the tape or letting it play until it destroys…

He couldn’t let anything of her destroys forever…

Arya finished her bottle and closed her eyes, Maxson leaned down to leave a kiss on her forehead and that’s when he realized that the beard was in the way, it presses against the baby face…he should shave. He sat on the bed with the baby on arms, looking at the power-off terminal…well he needed that terminal but some scribe will have to save that holotape first…

He felt his eyes heavy with tears, sniffing, looking down on their daughter together…no…his daughter…she didn’t want to be her mom…

-Its okay –Arthur said, leaving the bottle to a side, picking her by the armpits up to place her in his shoulder- I will be forever at your side…Arya…

When the results were delivered into his quarters after a night of no sleeping at all taking care of his new baby…well he wasn’t surprised at all

Arya Maxson was indeed the legit daughter of Arthur Maxson and Sentinel Nora according to the DNA both give to the brotherhood data base.

That baby will make him change diapers and be feeded every 3 hours for the first time, alone, but he was finally a father. This child will be his new devotion and biggest admiration of the elder Maxson for the following 7 years.

Soon, everybody in the Commonwealth heard the notice of the  birth of the heir of the Prydwen.

[jillybean-seighdrasov]

Stardust and The Crow (ch. 111)

Seighdra had no idea Crow had arrived at the Farm, but as she got closer to Amanda’s station in the barn she heard him trying to talk and reason with Amanda.

“Amanda, I need to talk to you.”

“What, before it’s too late?”

“Yes.  For Seighdra, not me.  Even though we used to be friends when I first arrived, and I know things changed when you found out… Well, Seighdra and I thought we’d lost a friend when your ship went down.

“Don’t talk to me like that.”  Amanda sighed.  “Look, I know you’re sorry.  I know it wasn’t really “you”, but Seighdra DID know.  Yes, I’m trying to put it behind me.  I wanna forgive you.  I really do.  I…tried to pull Crow and Uldren Sov apart.”  Amanda says woefully.

Seighdra could hear it in her voice.  Sorry, empathy, but still no forgiveness.  Seighdra wondered what it meant for her and Amanda’s friendship.  Will they ever get to the place they used to be?

“I tried too.  But it wasn’t right.”  Crow said with regret but only for friendships that were torn apart because of who he used to be.  Now integrated with Uldren he felt whole, and he just wished people could except that.  Amanda being one of them for Seighdra’s sake.

“I wish I could see you another way, but…I don’t.  I – can’t.  Not yet.”

“Tell me what to do and I’ll do it.  It’s not fair to Seighdra.”

“It’s not like that.  I know it ain’t fair to you or Seighdra.  And maybe I’ll feel different someday.  But not now.”

“I understand.”

Seighdra could hear the battle in Crow’s voice to fight the tears away.

Amanda tried to pull herself together and fight her emotions and she did a pretty damn good job of it too.  “There are tough times ahead of us – we gotta work together.  It’s like y’all’s Ghosts always say…Eyes up Guardian.”

Seighdra could feel the sting of her own tears in her eyes.  Would Amanda never forgive Crow?  What does that mean for me and Amanda?  Seighdra slowly rounded the corner to the barn where Amanda’s work area was located.  She could see the hurt in Crow’s eyes and the fire, resentment and turmoil in Amanda’s.

Seighdra stood at the entrance as Crow headed toward her.  “So, has it been all for nothing, Amanda?  My olive branch?  The one I tried so hard to extend during the Dawning.  I’ve tried, but you seem so set on hate.  It’s like the Leviathan all over again – a bullet to my chest back then.  Then hours earlier today, Crow’s.  You really hate us that much?  Seighdra broke her gaze with Amanda and blinked to stop the tears.  “I’m not sure I should even keep trying at this point.”  Seighdra turned to leave the barn with Crow following her.

“Seighdra, wait.”  Amanda stepped forward.  “I’m sorry, I’m trying, really, I am.  This is just…hard for me.  Cayde…”

“Cayde wouldn’t dwell on this Amanda.   He would understand.  If he were here, he would look at Crow and understand. Understand that a Guardian starts a new life, they are not responsible for their past.  But he’s not and we have to deal with that.  And yes, I miss him too.”

Amanda studied Seighdra for a moment.  She cracked a crooked smile.  “Hey, can I bring a friend tonight.  She needs something to keep her mind off her dad who is out here fighting.  That is if I’m still invited to join.”

“Sure, bring ‘em along.  Everyone is always welcome.  Then Seighdra and Crow left the Farm.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42047427/chapters/120323947

[livelaughbuck]

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I tagged 662 of my posts in 2022

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#0 - 71 posts

#911 lone star - 234 posts

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Longest Tag: 111 characters

#i talked to them for maybe 2 months then they went back to their job at the school district and decided to stop

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

tarlos shaking and shivering please. i love tk whump!

Hi Anon, I don't even know if you still follow me or are even on tumblr. But thank you for waiting so patiently for this. I didn't mean to take so long to write this, but well life. I hope you enjoy this. (note-this is post 304)

The snow storm had left a coldness in TK that he couldn’t shake. Even in the hot Texas weather he would still get a chill down his spine.

But it’s different in the rain. It’s not snow, it’s not fluffy and white and blinding. It’s not a frozen pond out in the middle of Texas with a kid stuck underneath, but it still pulls him back to that moment. When he was dripping wet and freezing.

“You okay, babe?” Carlos asks.

TK turns, “Fine, why?”

“You were zoned out.”

“Yeah, just...thinking,” TK lamely says.

He has to go out in the rain to get to his car. He has to go to work and drive in the rain. It’s not like it’s something he hasn’t done before. Hell, it’s not even that bad. But it still makes him think about before. Being hypothermic and then in a coma.

Read on Ao3

17 notes - Posted February 11, 2022

#4

Title: 'Cause I loved you then and I love you now

Pairing: TK/Carlos

Rating: G

Tags: Episode: s03e04 Push (9-1-1 Lone Star), Injury Recovery, Post-Break Up, Getting Back Together, Canon Compliant, Fluff, Gap Filler, Happy Ending

Summary: Some gap filler for 304. Carlos' reaction after TK wakes up through going to Carlos and TK's new loft.

17 notes - Posted February 2, 2022

#3

It took them 3 seasons, but the writers for 911 Lone Star are finally letting Rafael shine. Like, every week I'm amazed at his talent.

24 notes - Posted March 31, 2022

#2

25 notes - Posted January 31, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

if we're going to get TK coma dreams/flashbacks...they could just pop in the tamale scene. Just saying.

51 notes - Posted January 12, 2022

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[goddesswithin111]

♕ Update & Advice - The void state

Hey, so I don’t post here as much as I said I would lol. But lately, I noticed that there’s been a lot of talk about the I’Am state or void state. I took a break from the void in August. Astral projection is something I’ve always wanted to do and I’ve been practicing with the occasional sleep paralysis (SP) I get every now and then. Inducing SP has also been a thing, but I took a break from all this because my sleep can be messy (it’s hard for me to fall asleep sometimes) and so I need all the sleep I can get.

End of October is when I decided to get back on track with the void state. That’s also when I started noticing signs and angel numbers, especially 111 / 555. I also “manifest” random things – for example, I dream about “wobbly/rotating airplanes” and then I see something similar on TV. Or I randomly talked about an issue in my city and then the government decided to bring up the discussion a couple days later, which is cool. It’s just a lot of synchronicities going on.

But all in all, I wanted to share that I entered the void for 2-3 seconds. This was my third “try”. The first time was through sleep paralysis and I wrote about it here. The second time was 2 weeks ago, I affirmed as I falling asleep and I dreamt about myself doing the same thing (affirming) and then the scene got darker until my dream changed – I took this as a sign.

Third time was last night and I was there! I wanted to wake up in the void and my intention was to go to bed and affirm until I fall asleep. I tend to lay on my back first when I go to sleep and then I switch over to my side. So I followed a Transcendent guided meditation and then I listened to some brown noise. At first, I wanted to clear my mind, but it was hard & I was forcing it at some point, so I just decided to let things flow in & out of my mind. Although, I did purposely try to sing a soft song in my mind while the brown noise was playing. I also made sure that my body was relaxed and not stiff because I was trying to fall asleep at the same time. So, I continued affirming “I’am in the void,” “I’am the void, the void is me”. At first, things that happened throughout the day were playing in my mind, but then they stopped and the back of my eyelids was dark with some flashes & floaters. My fingers and legs were twitching at times, but I ignored them. At some point, I couldn’t really feel my arms and legs, and I felt very relaxed. I kept affirming and then I noticed that it was dark & the brown noise was gone. I was like “woah wait…” – then I got excited and came to, and heard the sound playing again.

It happened so fast. For me, the void was not black, it was more like very dark grey lol and I was just there. It’s nothingness. I was happy when I realized what had happened. I know I was not drifting to sleep because I was not sleepy at all, I was just relaxed. It’s literally a deep meditative state like many have mentioned before. I will try again later this week. Overall, it took me maybe an hour or so to get there.

(this also shows how much time it takes for me to fall asleep sometimes because again my intention was to sleep and wake up in the void. Brown noise helps with my sleep. Sleep is important for me now, that’s why I try not to spend so much time on inducing SP or astral projection)

I just wanted to share this experience just to let others know that the void state is not complicated. I used to think that it was, but this experience changed my views on it. I also believe that taking a break helped me a lot. Also, it doesn’t matter if it takes you 5 minutes or 2 hours to get there, just relax your mind & body and affirm if you want to. Let go and try not to have any expectations. Just let go and try not to focus on your surroundings or symptoms. Don’t put the void on the pedestal. It’s you and it’s not going anywhere. ✶ At the same time, I'd like to say please don't wait on your desires (put them on hold) because of the void. Please don't obsess over the void. There are so many other ways to manifest, just find/do what works for you. ✶

[yoyoruggie]

this art warms my heart <3 ///

For the first time, I’ll be publishing obey me/genshin/bsd head cannons, ON TUMBLR!!

If this is cringe, bad or just badly written, don’t hesitate to degrade me! (I don’t have a degrading kink, i promise)

Im still working out this app, I’m not sure how tags even work yet, but goodluck for me… yay.

anyways obey me imagines here!

What if the Obey Me Characters have a mc that is literally Dazai Osamu themselves?

Characters included: Mammon, Asmodeus, Beel, Simeon, and Diavolo

x gender neutral!Mc

WARNINGS: suicide mentions and ooc (?)

——————

MAMMON-

Mammon would panic, a lot.

I mean, it’s not everyday in which your partner attempts killing themselves at unexpected times..

He’s never made much of an effort to find out more about you, he only knows a few simple things

but he’s never asked you about your past.

When you try dying and you’re in his presence, HE will literally hurry to stop you.

If you’ve never seen Mammon be quick at making decisions, now you have.

He isn’t sure on how he feels when you tease him, he likes it at times, but hates it sometimes.

please don’t die..

he denies your double suicide requests 99% of the time.

please seek therapy

when things go horribly wrong, he begins to rethink your offer.

-ASMODEUS

He hates being stressed, but now when you entered his life, stress is raised to at least 50% when you’re around.

Asmo keeps watch of you, at some point he ends up following you everywhere just to make sure you don’t die.

You’re a human, and you’re fragile.

The amount of failed attempts are enough to shock him.

He’s concerned about you, he fears that someday it’ll actually be successful.

He clings onto you, a lot

he finds you very pretty, but why would you waste it?

he doesn’t understand your personality at all, but it’s fun when you give into his urges and play along.

“Darling~ what are you doiNG— WAIT DONT USE THAT AS A WEAPON?!”

panic

BEELZEBUB-

shock

he’s seen you before, once he went to the human world and met you.

You were on a hill finding mushrooms, and he was starving. He asked for some, since he didn’t have any food on him. You asked him if he wanted to die with you, he was so hungry to the point where he didn’t even understand, so he nodded.

worst mistake.

doesn’t trust you at all

fears that someday you’ll kill him in his sleep

excuses himself when asked to keep watch of you

“I’m eating, so I can’t keep watch.”

SIMEON-

So you’re the new exchange studen…

Why are you hanging from a chandelier?

…

Simeon now interacts with the demon brothers more often just to see how you’re doing

An absolute beauty, why waste it?

Definitely enjoys your praise

but your loudness isn’t pleasant to his soft ears.

“Hey Lucifer?.. the exchange student is hanging from your chandelier..”

shocked when Lucifer says it’s the norm.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS THE NORM???

LUCIFER! ONE DAY THEY’LL JUST SAY ‘FUCK IT’ AND ACTUALLY DIE!!!!!!!!111!

DIAVOLO—

he already knew about your exotic.. behavior.

but he already knows everything about you.

maybe that’s why he finds you interesting?

you’re good buddies, especially when it comes to having fun.

Diavolo enjoys your company, when it’s not the time for suicide.

partner in crime

enjoys teaching you tricks, and you teaching him things from the human world

when you introduced slang to him, Barbatos swore that one day he would strange you with his own hands

Diavolo accidentally agreed to your double suicide request one time.

“Yep!..wait- I was just- NO”

edit: I feel so loved

[asingleheart-shapedbraincell]

Obey Me! Brothers react to MC wearing their cologne

Gender Neutral MC

k, so the basic premise is that Asmo borrowed your perfume, forgot to give it back and you’re running late so you just go to the brothers bathroom (I seem to remember cannonically everyone but MC and Lucifer have a shared bathroom, but I also know that Asmo has his own???? idk) anyway, you just grab the nearest one and give urself a spritz before booking it to whatever class you’re about to be late for. They smell it on you in class and now they’re in their feelings.

I have no idea how you got hold of Lucifer’s cologne. Maybe Mammon had stolen it and left it in the shared bathroom while he figured out how to sell it.

Do we really care about the context???

Lucifer

hmmmm??

confused at first - wonders if maybe he put more on this morning than usual bc he’s not sure why he can smell it more than usual

Realises when he leans over to help you with some classwork and freezes as he tries to process 1) how did you get hold of his cologne? and 2) why does he like it SO MUCH????

Like, yes, he likes the smell of his cologne that’s why he bought it but he REALLY likes the smell of it on you

You got him feeling territorial and soft and he just wants to bury his face in the crook of your neck and stay there

Is extra smug the rest of the day, even if he won’t tell anyone why

Will just sit back and watch as other demons throughout the day pick up the scent and watches their faces change as they realise who you smell like. People are giving you extra room in the hallway and just generally being VERY respectful to the point where it’s almost fearful.

It’s a massive ego stroke for him and he definitely wants to figure out a way to make this a regular thing

Mammon

hhhnnnnnggggghhhhh tsundere.exe has stopped working

the SECOND he realises you smell like him his hair is on end and his face is tomato red ‘ARE YA WEARING MY COLOGNE????’

‘uh, probably?’

I mean OF COURSE you want to smell like the Great Mammon - He smells great!!!! You smell better tho

Cannot think straight when he’s around you (or, more aptly, he less able to think straight around you than normal)

Desperately hopes that you chose his cologne on purpose bc you want to smell like him

Loves seeing other demons twig onto your scent; letting them know that you’re HIS human without him needing to say it (he still says it tho)

wants you to smell like this all the time - and isn’t as smooth about that as he thinks ‘hey, yaknow, if you don’t like your perfume or whatever...i GUESS you can borrow mine...since yours sucks and all...’

Levi

omg!!! are you wearing the limited-edition Ruri-chan pink sakura surprise cologne???? from her most recent spring event???? They only made 500 bottles!!! And he owns 10 of them!!!!!!

Is very impressed that you managed to get hold of a bottle, because it straight up doesn’t occur to him that you would borrow his cologne (because he’s a yucky otaku and because he normally keeps it in his room, he just forgot today)

When you mentioned that you borrowed it, he realises that HE LEFT HIS LIMITED-EDITION RURI-CHAN PINK SAKURA SURPRISE COLOGNE IN THE SHARED BATHROOM WITH HIS AWFUL NORMIE BROTHERS!!!!!111!!!11!

Then also realises that YOUR WEARING HIS COLOGNE??????? LIKE COUPLES DO??????

He’s unable to hold a conversation with you now - man is blue-screening he has no idea how to process the fact that you smell like him (and also Ruri-chan merch)

Is bright red literally anytime he’s near you - the blush is insane. He’d make a good traffic light

Refuses to believe you would ever CHOOSE to smell like a yucky otaku like him...but he wishes you would

Satan

Doesn’t really know how to react, just knows that he likes it

More open about it than his older brothers, he’d tease you about it ‘oh? MC? I didn’t realise you liked the way I smelt so much’

Would also probably end up going on a tangent about topnotes, heartnotes and basenotes and the more scientific side of fragrance if you let him

He is however, clearly more animated than normal and his cheeks are slightly more red

Definitely will tell you you’re welcome to borrow it whenever you like

Asmo

MC!!! YOU SMELL SO GOOD!!!

Notices right away and is SUPER excited

If you were tired of your old scent you should have told him!!! He’d have happily let you borrow any one of his collection and would have organised a shopping trip to help you find a new signature scent

I mean, it makes sense - who wouldn’t want to smell like him??? His perfume smells amazing

Knows how important having your own signature scent is but also really likes it when you wear his

will definitely buy you your own bottle if you really like it (and then you can match!!!!)

Also loves the implications that come with you smelling of him and spends the whole day shamelessly REVELLING in it

Beelzebub

He’s the one who takes the longest to notice

It’s just not something he pays attention to - probably goes most of the day without noticing

He notices when he hugs you - he doesn’t bring it up but he does blush slightly and feels very warm and fuzzy for the rest of the day

Doesn’t really notice other demons reaction to it (he doesn’t really notice other demons tbf) and the implications don’t really occur to him unless Belphie points them out, he just really loves how close it makes you feel

Still not really sure why you’re wearing it, but hopes you wear it again

Belphie

Notices pretty quickly

Smirking immediately and insists on napping on you

All he wants to do is snuggle up with his nose right on your neck so he can smell you and fall asleep breathing in the smell of his cologne on you

And since he really doesn’t care about classes that’s exactly what he tries to do

Is gonna be following you around all day nagging you to ditch class and nap with him and also mocking you a little ‘MC if you wanted to smell like me you could have just said’

Keeps slinging his arm over your shoulders so that he can lean on you and also put his head in the crook of your neck

Honestly just so smug and affectionate

[werenotadulting]

Routine Procedure pt. 5

Over the next couple of days, it was actually abnormal for Kate not to give me some special attention down there during a diaper change. Just woke up? Let's try using my vibrator on your soaked diaper. Need a change before lunch? How about reverse cowgirl while laying there on top of your fresh diaper. Time for your night diaper? Bedtime blowjob.

Don't get me wrong, Kate and I have always had a very good sex life, but this past week was unlike any other.

On Saturday, in the middle of a mid-afternoon change, was when Kate suggested we try getting out of the house for a bit.

"You really soak through these diapers quick, Mike. We're gonna have to see about getting some more soon."

"I suppose we should, right? I mean, they're working infinitely better than that condom thing," I said as I was laying back while Kate took care of wiping me down.

Despite what she had said about showing me how to change myself, she didn't seem to mind taking care of it, and I was in no rush to put a stop to it considering what was in it for me.

"That's very true. There was only that one minor leak you had last night, which I'm sure we can find a way to prevent in the future. I'll put in an order for some new diapers tonight, so they get here by Monday."

Kate secured the last tape and ran a finger along the elastic leg gathers. "You know, that new game store opened up in the mall on the other side of town. What do you say we stop over there and see how it is?"

I froze. Being diapered at home was one thing. Going out in public though.... Kate seemed to know exactly what I was thinking.

"Mike. Earth to Mike. Remember what we talked about? No one is going to be paying attention to the size of your butt or the sound of your pants. And guess what? Even if they do, who cares? You have a medical need to wear diapers. Just like people who have trouble walking use canes, it's a medical thing. You didn't ask to be incontinent."

────────

I looked at myself in the mirror. My jeans appeared to do their job of concealing my diaper.

"You know," Kate popped up behind me in the reflection, "if you're so worried about people seeing, they do make onesies for adults. Just a thought."

I scoffed at her, and we headed off to the mall.

About 30 minutes later, we arrived. I couldn't help but notice that it seemed like there were a heck of a lot more people there than normal. Another 10 minutes later and we were finally able to find a parking space towards the back. As I got out of the car, I made sure my shirt was pulled down as far as it could go. It was all I needed for my shirt to ride up and expose my plastic waistband.

Kate grabbed my hand, but not before giving my padded butt a firm slap. The corner of her mouth turned up ever so slightly, and we walked hand-in-hand up to the mall.

────────

You know that feeling you get when it feels like someone is watching you? Yeah, it did not go away no matter how much time passed as we meandered through the mall.

Our first stop was in the food court, where we grabbed a late lunch of chicken and waffles. Kate went to order the food while I found a spot to sit down.

"All ready," Kate said as she walked up with a tray piled with chicken. "They accidentally made your lemonade a large, and I wasn't about time tell them they were wrong."

"It is the best homemade lemonade in town," I said, grabbing my plate off of the tray.

Kate set the tray down, then went to grab a couple of napkins. A few moments later, I noticed my shirt rising up and the back of my diaper being pulled open. I spun around and swatted the offending hand away, which turned out to belong to Kate.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"Giving you a diaper check, what else?"

"We are in the middle of the mall!"

"It's been awhile since you had your diaper changed, and I know you are bad at knowing when you're at capacity," Kate gave me a 'prove me wrong' look.

"I'm fine!! Just... not out in broad daylight, please?" I pleaded.

"Well I didn't even get a chance to properly check just now, but if you say so...."

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After stopping in a couple clothing stores, ("Hey, we should think about getting you some new jeans. Those ones seem a little tight all of the sudden.") we finally made our way to the new gaming store. It was like a one-stop shop for gamers, with board games, collectibles, and video games. Towards the back, there were tables setup, where people could break out their games or card decks and hang out for a bit.

Once we had searched down all the aisles, we found ourselves in the back next to the gaming tables.

"Hey, we're looking for two more for Ticket to Ride! Do you guys want in?" said a blonde girl from a table in the corner. She and another girl were setting up the board, getting ready to start.

Kate's eyes grew to the size of saucers.

"Oh heck yes! I never lose at this game!" It was true, she did never lose, and she never let me hear the end of it whenever we played.

An hour later, and it was clear that it was between Kate and Melanie, the blonde girl, on who would be crowned victorious. The other girl and I had all but given up. Seeing that there was no way I could complete all my routes, I had long since resorted to my usual strategy of trying to sabotage Kate.

"Annnnnd 110, 111, 112. I have retained my crown," Kate gloated.

"Oh wonderful," I said, "I can't wait to hear about this all the way home."

"Well played, you two," Melanie chimed in. "Don't worry about cleaning up, we are actually waiting for some friends to come play a round."

"Oh thank you, that's so nice," Kate said as we both stood up to leave.

"Of course! It was nice meet....." Melanie trailed off, staring at my crotch.

Both Kate and I followed her gaze, and it was then that I saw that I'd had a major leak.

Large wet spots had formed down the inside of my jeans, as well as two half-moon  shapes on my butt. Looking at my chair, there was more evidence of my accident, there for all to see.

It was obvious to anyone looking what had happened.

I was speechless.

"Oh shit, we're so sorry! Let me just wipe this up..." Kate said as she frantically wiped the seat down with a tissue.

The girls were equally dumbstruck, as they watched Kate lead me out of the store waddling behind her.

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The feeling of eyes on me increased tenfold on the walk through the mall to the car. Without a jacket or anything to cover up with, we moved as fast as we could, whispers and giggles following us out.

In what seemed like an eternity later, we finally made it back to the car.

"I'll get the seats cleaned, don't worry baby, just get in." Kate pulled open her door and got the car started. I didn't need to be told twice, as I practically leaped into the car.

"That...I...I'm so embarrassed...." I was starting to get choked up, tears forming in the corners of my eyes.

"Hey, hey, there there sweetie, I'm sorry. That can't have been fun, I know. It's not your fault." Kate was rubbing my back, the car still in park.

"That doesn't make it any less humiliating! And it's not even like I had a little accident, Kate, my diaper leaked!" I was almost yelling, my emotions getting the better of me.

"Shhhh baby, it's okay, take deep breaths, it's going to be okay. We didn't know anyone there, no one important saw, you'll be fine."

I was still upset, but I listened to her, taking steadying breaths that at least got my heart rate under control. Seeing this, Kate started to back out of our parking spot.

"Let's get you home and into a bath, baby," Kate soothed. We drove on in silence for awhile as I continued to calm down.

I think," Kate broke the silence, "that we might want to consider getting you some thicker protection. Just to be safe, you know? What do you think?"

"I think that means I will definitely be waddling, and it will be obvious to everyone what I'm wearing," I said, staring out the window.

"Well, do you prefer people maybe noticing that you walk a little funny, or running the risk of leaking like happened back there?"

"I don't know Kate, I just...I don't want to think about it."

"I'll take care of it then, babe," Kate said, "those hospital diapers are notoriously cheap anyway. We'll find something that works better for you. And I'll look into some of those onesies, so you don't feel so self-conscious about your diaper sticking out."

"Yeah, whatever," I said, as we continued down the highway.

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Kate knew exactly where to look when she logged on to order new diapers.

Let's see, she thought, I think probably a case of ABU Simple Ultra. Maybe a mixed case with some fun prints? No, it was too soon to go all-in like that. I'll just add in another pack of PeekABUs. That's 90 diapers, so at 2-3 diapers a day, that should be good for a month. Better throw in some boosters, too. And set up a recurring monthly order, yes please.

With that order placed, it was then to the ODU website, where she settled on several of their basic onesies.

"All in good time, Kate," she muttered to herself as she looked longingly at all of the cute designs. She could just picture how adorable Mike would look in that dinosaur onesie.

She was so horny right now. The sight of Mike in his wet jeans, his face burning bright red. Her hand slipped down the front of her shorts.

Oh fuck, she thought, he was so humiliated. She rubbed her clit to the image of Mike standing there over the pee puddle on his chair while those girls looked on.

Had she taped on his diaper perhaps a little loose before they went to the mall? Yes.

Had she intentionally ordered Mike a large lemonade? Also yes.

Had she suspected during her impromptu diaper check at the food court that Mike would protest and insist he was fine? Triple yes.

Had she known those flimsy hospital diapers would fail sooner rather than later, and she could talk Mike into something a bit thicker?

Ding-ding-ding, we have a winner.

Kate closed the laptop and got up.

She had a diaper boy she needed to fuck.