#peepaw juice

[arlesposting]

making little designs for the probes (+ hubble :3) at the moment but since art takes time and i need to deal with my impatience to share all my stuff immediately after it's done y'all can have another little dialogue shitpost for fun :D

inspired by...

[thimbell]

@intotheelliwoods here's your snacks as promised

[luckycharms1701]

*comes sliding into your inbox and excitedly crashes you into a tight bear hug*

OMIGOSH CAPTAIN KIRSTEN YOU’RE BACK! How are you sweet thing!? I’m so glad to hear that your request box is open again! I’m so excited to see what wondrous words you’ll dazzle us with next!

I just had the most splendiferous like EVER, and I can’t believe I hadn’t thought about it sooner. But you like Peepaw Leo right? And I like Peepaw Leo.

So I was thinking like you know…maybe if you’re feeling up for it (if and only if of course) you wouldn’t mind sharing your thoughts on how F!Leo would react to someone who’s generally super amiable and confident with all the other and resistance members, suddenly turns almost painfully polite an awkward around him. (This is legit how I act around people who I think are attractive) It happens so much to the point that he thinks they don’t him when in reality, they like him so much it flusters them to the point they don’t know how to act around them.

Basically I just wanna see how a “mature” Leo would act when he realizes someone likes him so much they can’t function 😆

Once again, this is just an idea to get those creative juices flowing, so please do with it as you so wish and remember that you’re a darling treasure! MWUAH 😘🧡✨

anon-chan!!! hello!!! 🫂🫂🫂 i’m so glad to see you in my inbox!!!

congratulations anon-chan! this is officially the most difficult request that has ever been asked of me. i’ve spent weeks trying to figure this out. started writing a little fic, but it didn’t feel right. so i thought maybe i could do some headcanons, but every time i tried to start i didn’t know where to start!

the problem i’m having is variables. there are so many variables for how this could turn out, mostly depending on timing. when exactly during the resistance does this happen? because i feel like that informs leo’s response. so have some of my unfiltered thoughts. a peek into how i “organize” my writing thoughts, if you will. i’m sorry in advance

Early 20s: This Leo is still confident and optimistic, at least outwardly. He and his brothers defeated Shredder twice, how hard can the Kraang be? Sure, they need some help and it’ll take longer, but it’ll definitely work out in the end and life will resume as normal. Right?

So I imagine that Leo at this age would see you suddenly pulling away and acting formal with him and get upset at first. He thought you were friends, why are you doing this? He would likely reciprocate or get snippy, at least until one of his brothers, probably Mikey but possibly Raph, comes to him and is like “Dude. Come on.” Give the guy a break, there’s a lot going on you know??? So at his brother’s suggestion, he sits back and observes.

When he finally confirms for himself that you do, in fact, have feelings for him and that’s why you’re being standoffish with him, watch out! This little shit is going to make you suffer a bit. He’s going to start flirting with you. Lots of compliments, little winks, soft touches… You will be inundated.

Something changes. Perhaps they lose their biggest battle to date. Perhaps someone close to him dies. Perhaps it is Casey Jr’s birth. Any way it plays out, Leo realizes that life is shorter than it seems, that love is precious and fleeting and should be grasped. He realizes that his teasing may be a little more… genuine on his side than he’d realized.

So he comes to you. Perhaps he goes full ham, arranges a romantic meeting somewhere, plans a dinner. Perhaps you end up in danger, and he goes a little crazy about it. Perhaps it is just a quiet moment that the two of you manage to steal. Either way, he tells you how he feels.

Late 20s/Early 30s: Now here is a Leo who is starting to realize that they might be in over their heads. He’s lost at least one member of his family. He’s watched them steadily lose ground to the Kraang, despite everyone giving their best effort. He is starting to understand that they might not win this fight. At this point he’s probably learned how the Kraang came to our world and that he played a part in their arrival.

This Leo is overwhelmed, but still holding strongly to hope. He’s determined to do everything in his power to keep morale up. That’s why he notices immediately when you seem to start pulling away from him. He takes it a little personally at first. Yeah, maybe he’s not as fun as he used to be, but he’s trying to run a resistance here, that’s no reason to give him the cold shoulder. He resolves to approach you about it.

Something changes. Perhaps he notices you give him a sidelong glance. Perhaps someone teases you and he overhears. Perhaps he sits you down for that talk and you confess. He learns why you are so standoffish, and suddenly he has a choice to make.

Leading a resistance is a 24/7 job. He has no time for anything, especially when he has so much to make up for. Does he even deserve the sliver of happiness you’re offering him? And there’s the niggling thought in the back of his head that everything is futile anyway, that they’re going to lose and you’re going to die.

But if there’s one thing he’s learned out of all of this, it’s that life is short. He doesn’t want to die with regrets, and he knows he would regret not taking this chance. And he wants to give you what happiness he can, you deserve that. Wouldn’t it be a little “fuck you” to the Kraang, to find some peace in the midst of the chaos they (he) created?

He goes for it. He takes the risk, jumps in feet first, and tells you how he feels.

Late 30s: Leon. Oh Leon. He holds onto hope fiercely, with both hands, but he can’t, he won’t, keep any of it for himself. He understands implicitly that even if by some miracle they win, he’s not going to survive this fight.

He’s going to notice immediately when your behavior changes, when you get stiff with him. He keeps his finger on the pulse of everyone close to him, pays attention so that he can help them if they start to flag. It won’t take long for him to pull you aside, to ask you if everything is okay, if you need a break.

He’s going to figure it out, whether because you admit it to him or through context clues. He’s had years to hone his considerable talent in understanding people, his preternatural ability to know what they want with a glance.

He’s going to figure it out, and he’s going to do… nothing. As long as there’s the tiniest chance that you could survive this, he refuses to tie you to a corpse. Besides, he has been thinking up a plan, a last ditch effort, and maybe you could be the one to put it into action…

Your death hits him like a freight train. His own is a relief.

~~~

head bonks: @yorshie @avery73 @justalotoffanfiction @thejudiciousneurotic @writinandcrying @xnorthstar3x @celticvix @donniesgirlie @gornackeaterofworlds @thelaundrybitch @shakeyourtrees

[sebekstitties]

Tits/Ass/Thighs NRC Student HCs ✨

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts

Thigh man

Wants his head to be crushed between those thick juicy thighs like a nutcracker

Sucks on them and leaves little marks

Trey Clover

Trey is hot in an older brother way so I’ll have to say he’s a tits guy

Loves to lay on boobs

Doesn’t matter what size they are, he loves them

Cater Diamond

Boobs for sure

When you lean forward on something and they dangle down a little ? He will melt

Will shove his face between your boobs and just stay there, he’s happy

Ace Trappola

Thighs, thighs, thighs

He will be putty in your hands if you get on top cowgirl style and just let him grip your thighs

He’s weak for that moment when you sit down and your thighs spread on the chair

Deuce Spade

Deuce loves ass

Will probably ask for anal a lot

Loves doggie style and will smack your ass hard while you’re doing it

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar

Leona is a boob man for sure

Drinks his respect women juice daily but if you’re showing off any amount of cleavage you best bet he’s going to try and sneak glances when he thinks you’re not looking.

Just wants to grope them and feel that softness between his palms.

Ruggie Bucchi

Loves ass

Easy to sneak glances while he’s walking behind someone

“Oh you dropped something” stares

Jack Howl

Big into a toned thigh

Loves to watch those thigh muscles work as you ride him

Working out in short shorts? His tail is wagging every time he sneaks a peek of your juicy thighs

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

He loves thighs

Sit on his face and just suffocate him with your thighs

Leaves nailmarks in your supple skin that he hopes bruises over

Jade Leech

Definitely a thigh guy

Loves stroking your soft fleshy thighs

Give this man a thighjob

Floyd Leech

Ass. Loves it so much.

Literally just put your ass in his face and he can die a happy man

Leaves bitemarks on your supple cheeks

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim

Ass man

Loves when you bend over a little and grind that ass onto his aching cock

He’ll be so weak if you make it clap for him

Jamil Viper

Also an ass man

Loves gripping a thick juicy ass

Leaves his handprints on your cheeks good

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit

Boobs guy

Loves when you wear clothing that accentuates your breasts

Sucker for a boob window

Rook Hunt

Loves ass

Eats it like it’s his favorite meal (it is)

Absolutely weak for when you wear a skirt and the back ends up being a little shorter than the front because of your plump ass

Epel Felmier

Ass man

Slaps it every change he gets

Yeehaw back that dumptruck up

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud

Boobs guy for sure

Plays a lot of hentai games that have girls with big anime boobs

Loves when the boobs are breasting boobily

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia

Thick thighs save lives

Loves to rest his head on your thighs

Even the great Malleus is weak to a thigh jiggle

Lilia Vanrouge

Peepaw is an ass man

Loves to slide his cock between your ass cheeks

His favorite position is 69 so he can get that 1080p HD view of your ass

Silver

I think Silver is a boobs guy

Like just put them in his face and squeeze them together

He’ll be so happily lost in your sweet scent and softness of your flesh

Sebek Zigvolt

Thighs

He loves to squeeze your thighs while you ride him

Wear something short that shows off your thighs and he won’t be able to keep his eyes off you

[victorcreedkisser]

what are those lil plastic containers of fruit called??? OkY tbh idr but you get me surely.../silly either way I cant help seeing Hosea sip the juice from it loudly yk he just seems like a guy to slurp so fuckin obnoxiously(completely on purpose btw ) rhat youd want to knock his dentures out

Annoying peepaw

Pinkerton's had to put him down,,

ALSO DID I GET IT RIGHT DID YOUW ANT THISIS?!?::333bc like I immediately thought of that stupid fucking apple container thing some guy used to bite into,,,,,it was all over my fyp

[beefrobeefcal]

Round two is done, friendos!

Now the real fun begins...

Once again, the comments on the prev poll were absolute GOLD. Roll the highlight reel:

@neverwheremoonchild: All I'll say is even if Peepaw doesn't like little Caesars my 🐱is always hot and ready for him 💜

@hellfire-state-of-mind: am i the only one who thinks Pedro kinda looks like the Red Baron on the box

@merci-killing: whole foods or (similar) store brand. it’s giving green juice and a cigarette.

@rifflovesjoey: I think he’s a Digiorno girlie bc of that big, soft crust. He wants all the carbs in his big, soft tummy. 🍕

@noxturnalpascal: if you vote Tombstone we're gonna have to have a conversation | tombstone tastes like cardboard. | thats why it got 0 votes

and @strang3lov3 who is on an anti-pizza campaign: Pizza roll supremacy that’s what I ate for lunch today

[ressioo]

“Yes I did give Sig hanahaki”

if I recall correctly, Hanahaki(hope I spelt it right) is supposedly caused from strong unrequited love, so the real question:

Who is it from?

Oh boy, time to ramble about 3sig+, my beloved. Get over here @tenspontaneite

Hanahaki Peepaw exists in an au of our Assembly/Solar Flare crossover thing

These are the bitches Peepaw is getting his plants from (assembly Pibbles, Sigs and Suns)

Now, when it comes to the plants themselves, they're not strictly a result of unrequited love. One type comes from unacknowledged love (benign) and one comes from unreciprocated or lost love (malignant)

The former is harmless as long as the plants are trimmed back, they just kinda vibe. The latter will, in fact, fuck you up. Very persistent. Quick to grow n spread. A twisted version of something that was good, yknow?

(All of that is very much all sponty lmao, my worldbuilding juice has been mostly used up on solar flare)

Peepaw gets to experience both!! Because harming him is my favourite activity <3

Sig's plant is a Marble Queen Pothos (because i have one ive affectionately named 'Peepaw' after him. Symbolism also checks out). Pretty and green. Good patterns on leaves

The malevolent version however,,

White do be choking out the green. Wont kill him, but its sure making him very overheated (blocked vents cause of roots n shit, cant draw in or let out air to cool the puppet). He gets this version during a very, very bad year. Specifically because of loss, not because he's not loved.

So yeah. Fun stuff

[nnnyxie]

SLIDES IN AND PROCEEDS TO KNOCK DOWN A SMALL SIDE TABLE AND A VASE HAAAAAAYYYYYYY BESTIIIEEEEEE !!! ヘ⁠(⁠￣⁠ω⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠) I come bearing my anticipated requests!!; if it be in your best interest, I would LOVE to see what concoction you bubble up in that cauldron of fascination we call a brain. It goes unsaid! — I love your writing. 🌷

(Insert New Yorker accent) Y'see, CJ.. i've had a hankering for some Peepaw Turtles (& Mama April if you can imagine it). (swirls cup in hand, sloshing the contents inside like some sophisticated taboo drink, some mystery liquid, but it's literally just cranberry juice)

I'm diggin' for the typical Found Family trope, all that jazz. Feel me? Platonic, of course! Who d'ya think I am? — Envision with me, CJ! (that one Buzz and Woody meme, you know the one)

Headcanons for 🥁🥁 :: A child reader! Adopted into the loving encompassing warmth that is the arms of the Hamato Clan? Each of them aged up as appropriate barely functioning adults, ✨thriving✨ in the happy ending that is Post-Kraang New York, everyone doing their own thing and most importantly they've got each other. THEN, oh, but THEN—

A kid comes along. That kid, cast-aside with nobody and nothing to their name (because apparently after a whole 🍑 war, we can't have EVERYTHING THAT'S NICE /lh /but also srs), timid and beaten by the world but still loves somethin' fierce with a heart of gold, is found one day by the respective member of the Clan! All of whom, individually, agree to take them in and watch them flourish from under their wing. At least until they can fly on their own. But even then, they'll still always be there for them. They never thought they'd have a kid Leo with the exception of Casey, and Don's Shelldon ofc I have respect on my main bot's name, but that's just life isn't it? It's full of surprises.

Whaddya say? You up to the plate? (affectionately and very gently slugs your chin, like a dad or smth PFT 😂💕)

𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 !!

𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 ! 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 10?? 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝

𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙔 𝙈𝙐𝘾𝙃 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙊𝙉𝙄𝘾 (@ 𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙𝙤𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚)

- idk if you have siblings but,, yk how they’ll playfully fight and say “mom/dad found you in the dumpster”?? well that was ACTUALLY the case for you. you were literally found in (near) a dumpster.

- i think april was the one to find you ofc !! she saw you were badly bruised and injured but still held out a fight against her bc you didn’t know her.

- eventually she gets you to calm down and leads you back to the lair. on your walk back she lets everyone know the situation

- when you walk into the lair with april, their hearts immediately drop bc,,, why is there a little kid out in the city alone???

- the first thing they do is take you to med bay to tend to your injuries. it hurts the turtles and april to see a little kid so injured.

- while they’re patching you up, april asks you what was going on and why you were alone. you explained to her that your parents were lost during the war and you had stayed at a foster home before running away bc your foster mom was a pos :(

- this made them feel very conflicted bc on one hand, you need to go back but on the other, you shouldn’t go back.

- they made sure you were asleep before bringing this topic up.

“we can’t just let them go back there… you heard what the kid said!” april exclaimed, her voice was cracking at the thought of what that woman did to you. “i know… i know. but what can we do? there’s obviously gonna be some sort of search or something.” donnie sighed into his hands. “what if we just like… kept them but legally.” leo suggested with a curious look. mikey tilted his head, “do you mean adopt them?” “ahah! that’s what it’s called!” leo snapped his fingers. raph told them they should discuss this in further detail before jumping straight to that.

- so after a very long discussion on what to do, they decide that adoption would be a good choice, but only if you wanted them to.

- when you woke up from your nap, they sat you down and spoke to you about it. you were extremely wary of them, being in the system was difficult and unsafe sometimes.

- you decided to say ‘f it all, if they kill me then at least i’ll go out with a full stomach’

- april is quick to start the process. she knew that she could adopt you. she has a stable income, a two bedroom place, and plenty of time to raise you well.

- once the forms and orders are properly processed, you’re officially released into her care.

- it’s the first time you’ve felt,,, safe since the loss of your parents at 6 yrs old.

- they protect you with their life, train you to defend yourself, and help you with your schoolwork (donnie mainly)

- they see how much potential you have and teach you the hamato clan’s ways.

- they see your burning passion for justice even though you’re so young.

- never would they have thought that a kid (besides casey) would effect them this much.

- they didn’t even expect to be raising a kid, especially all together. it was never in their itinerary. but that doesn’t mean they love you any less.

- you’re their world now and they need to protect you until you’re strong enough to take off on your own. they hoped it’d be long before that could happen.

- also when casey jr sees you he’s just like ‘ayo?! my older sib is a whole child now???’

- then upon hearing this, the clan now knew that no matter what were to have happened, they would’ve taken you in anyways.

𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 <3

[deathstrokewilson]

Can I has a juice box plz? Appie juice Mr. Peepaw Willssun?

(Legal/Lethality reasons this is a joke)

"... No. Juice boxes often contain too much sugar to be healthy. Eat an apple instead."

[enchantedchocolatebars]

I need more content of flirty belos. literally anything is good at this point; this peepaw is corny and he knows it

Connecticut Hotties

The elderly women of the Connecticut Hotties bingo club were all participating in a regular round of bingo at Linda's house, an activity they usually engage in every Friday afternoon.

Linda was the club's president.

Denise, the game's caller, slowly grabs a ball from the rotary cage.

She adjusts her glasses and leans in, squinting at the number on the ball.

"B-18," she reads out loud to everyone, which causes the other women to gaze at their scoreboards to see if they have that letter and number.

Suddenly, a knock is heard, making the members of the club shift their attention to the front door.

"I'll get it," Linda said as she stood up and walked to her door.

When she opened it, her eyes immediately glittered at the gi//lf who stood before her doorstep.

That gi//lf was a disheveled Belos who had just entered the Human Realm.

His somewhat perplexed expression said it all: he needed the guidance of another fellow human.

"Excuse me, madam," Belos began, his voice so soft and polite that Linda internally melted from the tone.

She couldn't resist getting lost in his blue eyes as he went on. "But do you have--"

"Yes!"

Her immediate reply caught the man who she had just met off guard. "Oh? But I--"

"Please, just come in. I insist," she said, eagerly gesturing for Belos to step inside her home, in which he did.

Once he was inside, Linda, still standing at the door, released a series of soft cheers.

"Eeee, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" she beamed, before looking up to the sky and pressing her hands together, her fingers pointed upwards.

"Thank you," she mouthed and proceeded to close the door.

She thanked the Lord that she was still single.

...

"... B-24," Denise read the number and letter ball that had rolled down the small steel slide of the bingo spinner in a lovestruck tone.

This caused Philip, who was now at the table with the women of the Connecticut Hotties bingo club gathered around him, to pick up a bingo chip and scan his scoreboard for the letter-number combination.

One member was massaging his shoulders while another gently fanned him with a fan.

When Linda introduced him to them and he told them his name, they were all immediately captivated by his charms, confidence, and flirtatious compliments towards them.

He was truly a gentleman.

"It's right there," one member whispered to him as she pointed at the square he needed to win.

Philip hummed. "I can see that," he gently said, which made the member giggle.

Once Philip placed his chip on the B-24 square, the Connecticut Hotties noticed the five chips in a row on his scoreboard.

They gasp.

"BINGO!" The members all cheered in unison.

For someone who had claimed to have never played bingo before in his life, they all found Philip to be an incredibly skilled and fast learner when they taught him the rules of the game.

When Linda returned to the table, she pushed Philip's score sheet aside and set a plate of oatmeal raisin cookies and a glass of prune juice down in front of him.

"For the winner," she giggled.

"Thank you," Philip calmly said, expressing genuine kindness in his voice as he took the cup and lifted it to his lips.

Observing the smitten stares from the corner of his eye, Philip sent the women a single wink, which caused all of them to instantly faint.

He chuckled, taking a sip of his prune juice.

Philip was going to love it here.

[thimbell]

Some snacks for @intotheelliwoods of their wonderful 2al comics.

Grief counseling flavor because on of the last updates got me TTvTT

lol whoops oh shit. only 30 image per post. part 2 here in a sec.

[shiftdrawwing]

My LMAD Casey Jr would think your CJ is the absolute coolest guy of all time. He's 14 and transmasc and would take one look at him, go "holy shit, there's an alternate me that's HUGE and has a BEARD and doesn't die before age 30" and start following him around like a duckling

(makes for a hilarious mental image, imagining him in the peepaw multiverse convention (specifically calling to mind Chiangy's art where the Casey Jrs are hanging out and their Casey Sr comes in and takes them to DQ) just like 30 13-17 year old Casey Jrs sitting around on metal folding chairs and then there's just this absolutely MASSIVE Odin looking CJ sitting next to them just sipping an apple juice)

LMAO NO WAIT THAT'S PERFECT Maybe it's a situation where because he's a Casey (despite being his age) he's made to sit at the kids table type thing so he just recruits said kids table (of which is of course full of Casey's) and has a little Casey army. CJ and his smaller hims, they will go to mcdonalds, they will all get happy meals. If CJ can't be at the big boys table (the Future Turtle table) then he'll simply kidnap the kids table u_u Casually walks over to them all, sits down, takes probably someone's drink and chugs it. Says something like "Nice weather huh" as if he's not a 6'1" whole-ass-man.

[slasherhoe87]

The Gift

Peepaw Michael Myers x GN Ghostface OC

MDNI

Warnings: Gore, Death, Murder etc

Note: Set during Halloween Kills - only difference is that the Johns do not live in Michael's childhood house. So all HK scenes in Michael's home plays out in another house owned by the Johns.

Blood soaked the ground of Haddonfield once more on this Halloween night.

It seeped into the asphalt of the roads, melted into the wood of aged floorboards, crept into the tiny crevices of tile and concrete, nourished the damp soil of the grass.

Michael stared down at the vacant eyes of his aggressors who littered the road around him - the ever hungry voices within his mind sated. Fat, full and quiet from the bountiful feast he had provided.

Fools the lot of them.

They should have known better.

Rage welled up within The Shape of Haddonfield knowing that he had only slaughtered one instigator of tonight's 'Kill Michael Club'.

Laurie Strode and her kin were still out there. Alive. Unacceptable.

Taking in a shaky and pain-filled breath, Michael took a wobbly step forward and gripped his knife tightly. The anger and frustration vibrating throughout his entire being.

Laurie still being alive was downright mockery at this point. How did she manage to evade death every time Michael finally had her in his clutches?

Michael grunted in both pain and frustration. Laurie can take a dive off a building, get hit by a car or eat his blade - he didn't care, he just wanted that bitch to stop breathing once and for all.

Well, if he couldn't end her ridiculous existence yet, he would hurt her so terribly that he'd break her spirit and heart, hopefully irreparably.

With a limp to his gait and wheezing breaths Michael stalked off towards the house where he had left Karen's daughter with a broken leg. Laurie Strode would die this night, not physically. But he would shatter her.

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Michael's eyes fluttered open. They felt heavy as if he had been drugged. He knew that feeling all too well after been locked up in an asylum for 40 years.

He looked around the room he was in, groggy and confused. He was in his parents' bedroom in his old house. The double bed he laid atop was dusty and moth eaten. The room was dark and smelled stale - it naturally would, after decades of decay and dormancy.

Had he dragged himself to his old home after killing Karen and Allyson? It concerned him that he couldn't remember.

Michael looked at the window which was slightly ajar, letting a breeze in to freshen and cool the room.

It was night - stars glittering and sky as inky black as ever. Yet when he stepped out of the house where Karen and Allyson's lifeless bodies lay the sky was tinged a pale orange and pink, indicating dawn was fast approaching.

Michael then noticed the next strange thing... his jumpsuit was pooled around his waist, his injuries bandaged and seen to. He looked to the old nightstand beside the bed and saw a glass of water and a bottle of Tramadol sitting there, along with a juice box, a store bought pre-packaged sandwich and a bag of mixed candies.

Now he knew why his injuries felt dulled, his head fuzzy and eyes heavy - he had been given pain medication.

Anger rose within him again. Who did this and why? And why couldn't he remember anything?

Who would want to aid the Boogeyman of Haddonfield? Curiosity swam around his mind as he sat up, wincing at the slight pull on a stitch from a particularly deep stab wound.

Hundreds of thoughts ran through Michael's mind as he reached for the candies.

Satisfaction was the leading feeling coursing through his veins. He had taken away the two most precious things in Laurie's life and for once, she could not stop it. Surely this would lead to her letting her guard down? Her motivation to carry on will have been quelled... perhaps she'd off herself and be done with it?

Michael would lay low for a while and then strike. He would not fail this time.

Just as Michael popped a candy corn into his mouth he heard a thud from downstairs which immediately caused him to stand and grab his knife which was also placed on the nightstand.

He perked his ears and tried to listen for any other sounds but all was quiet again - the house once again its ghostly self.

Slowly he crept out of his parents' bedroom and into the dark hallway. Seeing and hearing nothing out of the ordinary he made for the stairs intent on ending the life of whoever was in his home. He didn't care if it was his "savior", he didn't ask for or need any help and they would die just the same as all of his other victims.

As he stepped into the moonlit kitchen he spotted his mask, washed and sitting on the counter beside the sink. Michael made a beeline for his second skin. As he grabbed his mask and placed it over his head he let out a barely audible sigh of relief.

He had nearly lost his mask once already the previous night when Karen had stolen it and if it was truly lost to him he wasn't sure what he would do. The mask is as much a part of him as he is to it. Losing it would be losing a very substantial part of himself.

Something large and black catches his eye and he turns to face a body shaped thing in the middle of the kitchen floor wrapped in black giftwrap with red heart prints all over it. A big red bow sat atop its middle, practically begging to be undone.

Michael tilted his head to the side, studying the.... gift.

This must have been the thud he heard. Someone had deposited the body here and left as soon as it touched the floor.

He cautiously stepped forward and crouched down, sighing irritatedly at the popping sounds his aged knees produced.

Placing his knife beside him on the tiled floor he reached for the large obnoxious bow and began untying the ribbons. The more he handled the thing that was wrapped up the more he came to realize that yes, this was indeed an actual body.

Michael's body practically vibrated with curiosity and intrigue.

Clearly this was a gift for him. And again his mind ran with who and why.

With the bow and ribbons now off and chucked to the side he tentatively reached towards the clear strips of tape holding the giftwrap together along the center of the body and started ripping.

The first thing he saw was a blood soaked black blouse, a few buttons missing - having been ripped. Stab wounds gaped from the holes in the blouse and they looked very deep. The stabbings were clearly performed with a lot of force and emotion.

Michael began to pull the wrapping apart again higher towards the face and stopped dead in his ministrations as he came face to face with a now very dead Laurie Strode. His breath hitched and his eyes widened, he fell back onto his backside and took in deep labored breaths at the sight before him.

Thousands of thoughts and emotions ran through him like a freight train.

Laurie was dead.

Laurie Strode was dead.

Her lifeless eyes and bloodied and bruised face stared up at the kitchen ceiling and--- Michael did a double take... not eyes. Eye. He leaned forward and saw one eye was missing, entirely pulled out from its socket. He wondered if it was coincidence that it was her left eye that was missing - as she had damaged his own left eye so many years back.

Who had done this... for him. And why?

This person had succeeded where Michael had failed time and time again.

Michael didn't know whether to be impressed or pissed off.

He didn't care how Laurie died, he just wanted her gone. And now she was. But he had to admit he was ever so slightly peeved that he was not the one to witness the life being snuffed out of her eyes.

He rolled his shoulders and felt as though a weight had been lifted. The thorn in his side had finally been removed.

The woman with supernatural-like luck on her side was finally dead and soon to be buried.

For once in his life, Michael could say that he was feeling something pretty close to happy.

Before more thoughts pushed to the front of his mind the ringing of a phone rang out somewhere in the kitchen.

Swiftly standing, Michael spied a cellular phone lit up and buzzing on one of the counters in the kitchen.

He picked the black device up and squinted at the screen, just like with Karen's cellular phone when Laurie had called her after he had killed her, he didn't quite know how to use it. Did something as simple as a phone have to become so complicated?

Finally he managed to swipe the green button in the correct direction and brought the little piece of plastic hell to his mask covered ear. He didn't speak, but let his deep breathing indicate he was there and listening.

After a few beats of silence a distorted voice greeted Michael from the other end.

"Hello Michael"

Michael looked down at the gift that was Laurie's corpse before he focused back on the mysterious caller.

"Do you like my gift?" the distorted voice asked him in eager anticipation

With Michael feeling such elation at Laurie's death he decided to gift the killer on the other end of the line with using his voice. Something Michael had not done in years.

"Yes" came Michael's soft and raspy reply

The voice on the end's breath hitched and their breathing became noticeably heavier.

tap tap tap

Somewhat startled, Michael spun to face the direction the tapping had come from - the kitchen window.

"Boo!"

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Hope ya'll like.

Part 2? Yes/No?

[theunderseachampion]

GILLION

How do you feel about the folks on the crew? Like separately :D

PREPARE YOURSELF !!! THIS SHALL BE A LONG LIST BUT I SHALL KEEP IT DOWN TO A FEW SENTENCES !! I believe this is a full list unless there is one I have yet to meet SOMEHOW !!!

Chip : He is one of my co-captains ! I trust him more than I think he truly knows, I admire his determination.

Jay : Another one of my co-captains ! She is like my family, I could not imagine how my experiences would've been shaped without her there.

Gryffon : A highlight to my mornings ! His rough exterior and loyalty is incredibly praiseworthy !

Queen : She always keeps the boat so lively, it is wonderful to hear her music especially in the silence of the Black Sea.

Oliver : I feel sorrowful that I ripped him away from his home and Mother like that, but he was wonderful to have on the boat. Very fun to play games with :D Earl : THAT IS OUR OLD MAN !!!! Although I wish he'd stop ripping out my coral when I'm not looking :( He makes a fine juice though...

Alphonze : He is a great listener ! I do feel regretful what happened to him, but I am glad he is permanently beside us

Drey : I do not have much of an opinion on Jay's uncle, but he seems like quite a strong fighter ! I think it is a fantastic trait

PEEPAW FINN !!!! : He is my grandfather, despite his... eccentric writings. I do love him, although I'm not sure if I can look into his wrinkly eyes anymore after what I've read

Ichabod : VERY KIND !!!! I am happy to have met him

Felipe : Uh- may we.. may we skip this one ? I.. I feel awful for what happened to him. I wish to repay him however I can.

Igneous : A NEW EDITION !!!!! He is a SURVIVOR OF TERRIBLE ODDS and for that I respect him dearly !!!!

[coldslaws-gear-station]

My brain keeps forcefully rotating my AU's Alder, it's giving brain rot rn

Like, in my mind you could feel Alder's spine through his skin, it sticks out oddly from being starved for a while. Makes him feel self conscious. Don't get me wrong, he's certainly not lean nor skinny, he's certainly got muscle but he's definitely got some love handles from the sheer amount of eating he did when he left Floccesy. He did manage to burn off a good chunk of his weight with how active he is, plus time, but he'll always have those love handles and that slight pudge

Did you know he eats sweeter packets? He's not a fan of sweety stuff, preferring spicy stuff over anything, but he really can't complain. He'll take anything he gets his hands on, even if it means raiding Ghetsis' fridge on his first night there. Actually when he found out that everybody including Ghetsis lives on a vegetarian diet that he'll also have to adhere to, he had a genuine panic attack

Not because he's picky or didn't like the fact that he'd have to be vegetarian. But his mind is so convinced that if he doesn't eat meat, he'll starve again, he has a panic disorder and he can't grasp the concept of being filled up with anything but meat. So Ghetsis went against his judgement and started to cook meat meals for him, don't get Ghetsis wrong he certainly has a lot of raw meat on his hands. He owns a Hydreigon for heaven's sake, they rely on a carnivorous diet, but he genuinely hates the smell of it. The smell of raw meat makes him gag and the sight of cooked meat leaking grease and juices makes him want to throw up. But he puts up with it, because he knows Alder needs it.

Sadly however, Benga doesn't exist in this AU. It's tragic because I love Benga, but unfortunately Alder is infertile. Starvation has some extreme long term effects, one of those is effecting your fertility. So when he had the five day period where he was forcibly starved for hoarding food, it costed him his fertility.

It's also sad in another way. He has the stomach of a moth, he can eat a little as possible and go hours and even days without feeling hungry as his body preserves the energy from it. Although Atlas and Alder Moths emerge from their cocoons mouthless, having only the energy from their eating when they were a caterpillar to keep them going for at least a week, their only purpose is to lay as many eggs as possible before they perish. So what even is the point to a moth when they can't even lay their own young?

- 💌

suffering from brain worms are we. it's ok me too

GOD THANK YOU i love muscular fat alder. he's not as beefy as drayden in canon but we can see pretty plainly in pokespe that the dude is strong as hell. at the same time though i couldn't imagine him ever being jacked, he has to have a softness to him alongside all the muscle. so give him the best of both worlds

sorry what. you're telling me this dude eats sweetner packets. honestly can't blame him. being put in a starvation situation can also be a major factor for pica (personally i hc that n struggled with pica because ghetsis would use food restriction punishment, so she'd resort to chewing on plastic or bits of carpet as a kid, not to mention just eating random shit in the forest. i go back and forth on whether or not this is still a struggle for him though)

but also yeah if someone has a panic disorder especially surrounding food, any kind of dietary restriction including vegetarianism would absolutely be a cause for panic. poor guy and thank you peepaw for being understanding

NOOOOO BENGAR :( my little guy! makes sense but OUHHHH

[joelscruff]

before i jump to the obvious issue here ..

all my religious girlies who grew up in the church around excessively christian family and friends but have strayed away over the years and feel guilt whenever anything religious is brought up so you definitely had teary eyes during this chapter, raise your hands!!! i’m so reader coded… 😞 my moms name is fucking bethany!!!

okay now i’m all elated and my happy juices are floating around like dick sucking whoop whoop thigh riding whoop whoop AND BAM… EXPLAIN YOURSELF.

you know.. idk if this is a universal experience for all but i experienced this dynamic of inexperienced young woman and older man and bitch… the confusing ass stomach turning ass messages are SO real. like old men all text like joel and they have you fucking reeling for them one day and the next have you feel as if you’re just a little friend they feel obligated to text.

miss reader picking THAT bar … zzz i just knew it. i knew we we’re gonna see something we didn’t wanna see. HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO WAIT DAYS FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER LIKE TAKE YOUR TIME FRIEND BUT IM ON MY LAST LIMB HERE.

i’m just gonna pretend like she saw tommy n not joel but i know it’s not the TRUTH and the truth is that men are dirty nasty pieces of scum on the bottom of my shoe and i want joel miller to not be that but he still has a dick and balls so he is qualified to be an asshole!! all men suck. especially older men…

(but i’m still gonna lick and suck that mans little tummy and give him the ride of his life and any other fine old man that asks me)

thanks for killing us love 💕💕 hope your pillow was semi warm last night <3

it really makes me so happy when people talk abt how they relate a lot to reader and her relationship with religion. obv it breaks my heart that yall have gone through that shit and have had to deal w so much BUT i'm just glad my writing is able to be a comfort in some way 😭

older men do suck at communication!!!! this is true!!!!! i always make sure joel uses auto capitalization and proper grammar as well cause he's peepaw coded. he prob takes so long to text cause he can't even see his damn phone properly 💀💀

as for seeing tommy and not joel, a few people have actually been theorizing about this. v interesting thoughts. my lips remain sealed tho 😶 and i totally get being upset w joel right now cause like....OBVIOUSLY. YES. WE DONT LIKE SHADY ASS MEN. but i promise........things will be resolved 💖