#please give constance a hug

[khaohomies]

Man, I loveee these boats!

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

I seriously love the post you made about insomnia!s/o! Could you do the same prompt but with Ayaka, Edelgard (3H), Laura (cold steel), and Shenhe?

Hugging their S/O to sleep

Genshin Impact: Ayaka, Clorinde, Arlecchino, Shenhe FE3H: Edelgard, Dorothea, Constance ToCS: Laura, Towa, Elliot

First post in question

Man, I really need to start writing for the other fandoms again on this blog.

Ayaka must have been lucky, the only way to stave off S/O's habit of not sleeping was to be cuddled close into them.

Ayaka has zero issue in helping her S/O sleep, especially in such an intimate manner.

Though her face is flushing red, she still can't help but let her smile go ear to ear, hugging S/O close.

She nuzzles her head underneath their chin, listening to their heartbeat and not wanting to miss a single beat.

(Ayaka) "Good night, my love.~"

Clorinde can't help but hesitate whenever S/O gives her a hug, being unused to such intimacy.

But it doesn't take long for her to enjoy the feeling of their warmth, though her hands are usually gently caressing theirs instead of any grandiose display of affection.

And when she learned that S/O slept better when she held them, Clorinde decided that her embarrassment was a small price to pay for her love.

Making sure to not smother them they were comfortable, she lets their head rest on her chest as she sighs in content.

(Clorinde) "Sleep well, S/O. And...should you need me to move, please let me know."

Arlecchino usually had no trouble sleeping herself, but S/O did.

At first she was half tempted to wish them luck in falling asleep and leaving them be, but she wasn't that cruel.

Usually.

She can't always be home for S/O to hold them, but she indulges them whenever she is, still unused to this kind of intimacy from...well, anyone.

Her grip is tight, as her blackened fingers ruffle the back of their head, holding them close to her.

(Arlecchino) "I cannot guarantee that your dreams will be entirely pleasant near me but...I wish you a good night regardless, S/O."

Shenhe nearly crushes S/O's ribcage when she learned that they slept better with her nearby.

The tighter she hugged, meant the better they slept, right?

She lets go and makes sure she didn't cut off their blood circulation and nods to herself.

Shenhe still holds S/O tight, but makes sure they could at least breathe. This was something she both enjoyed and had zero issue in helping.

(Shenhe) "Let me know immediately if you need to breathe."

Edelgard's hugging strength is pretty damn strong anyways, but especially at night.

The nightmares still haunt her even so many years later, and even as Emperor.

Yet, when S/O was so close, the nightmares ceased.

At least in private, Edelgard doesn't hesitate to hug S/O tightly, breathing easy.

For now, she could just enjoy this moment and not have to think about her duties. Just her lover.

(Edelgard) "...Thank you, S/O."

Dorothea is openly affectionate with everything, including hugs.

And it absolutely warmed her heart to know that even that simple act could make S/O sleep with ease.

Zero hesitation and worry, Dorothea gladly takes S/O into her arms as she lays down on the bed, humming a tune to herself in a psuedo-lullaby.

Though, she expects the same to be done for her. If she pampered S/O like this, then it's only right they did the same for their darling singer.

(Dorothea) "Good night, my dear.~"

Constance scoffs at any notion of such affection displayed so easily!

She absolutely was not embarrassed that S/O felt comfortable by her hugs, dispel that thought!

After all, such effects were only natural when receiving it from a Nuvelle!

Pompousness aside, the blush that creeps onto her cheeks are always burning bright whenever S/O falls asleep thanks to her hold, making her mutter something under her breath.

(Constance) "...I hope I'm at least comfortable for you, S/O...N-NOTHING! I SAID NOTHING! RETURN TO SLUMBER!"

Laura is always at risk of snapping S/O like a toothpick with her hugs, but luckily she knows how to control her strength.

It makes her heart skip a beat whenever S/O got close to her in general, but doubly so when they shared a bed.

And whenever she hugged them, it never failed to make her smile to see how quickly they fall asleep thanks to her.

Especially with how tightly she was being hugged as well.

(Laura) "Hm, sweet dreams, S/O."

Towa pouts for a moment since she was supposed to be the one providing the hugs, yet here she was, completely engulfed by S/O's arms.

She's hugging them as tightly as she can, yet she felt like it was nothing compared to S/O's own vice grip.

With her head barely coming up to their chest, she pouts to herself in the darkness.

(Towa) sigh "I feel like a teddy bear right now..."

Elliot is a little nervous sharing a bed with his S/O, especially knowing they struggled to sleep easily.

But it quickly fades when he notices that his presence helps them fall asleep, doubly so when he hugs them.

His cheeks warm up but he can't help but let out a soft chuckle and hugs them with his hesitation quickly rocketing away.

Making sure his hair wasn't getting into their face, Elliot holds S/O's waist closer to him, resting his head against theirs.

(Elliot) "You're really cute, S/O..."

[herrscherofsentence]

Hello, can I please ask for some headcanons on how the Ride the Cyclone characters would react to their S/O being sick? How would they take care of them? Would they cuddle with them if they asked? Take your time. Thanks i’m advance.

Saint Cassian Chamber Choir x Gn! Sick Reader

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warnings - just sick things ig-

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a/n : sick day hcs >:)

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Ocean O’Connell Rosenburg

•I’m sorry but I do not see Ocean cuddling her s/o while they’re sick. She would be an excellent help to get you better again though.

•Ocean probably wouldn’t let her s/o leave bed or let alone go to school while they’re sick.

•Whenever you're very sick it is probably the only day she would miss school.

•Soup? 10 cans are already made (/j)

•Meds? Got them covered.

•She seems to be a bit of a clean freak from time to time. Ocean will make sure her s/o is getting rest so they can make a swift recovery.

Noel Gruber

•It won’t be for long (or that’s what he believes,) he will cuddle his s/o but strictly while they are asleep. However it’s his plan for it not to last long but sometimes Noel falls asleep as well.

•Noel doesn’t seem to be the best cook but he’ll still make some cans of soup for you.

•He could possibly be a little crabby if he’s cuddling you and the next day Noel would be sick (he would never blame you btw)

•he’s literally a human water bottle disposal, you're thirsty? A water bottle has spawned from thin air.

Mischa Bachinski

•You can’t get him off of you, Mischa is cuddling you so much.

•He probably is the type of guy who would have a wonderful immune system, he just can’t get sick.

•This dude cannot cook to save his life, his s/o literally has burned soup (/hj)

•You're not allowed to leave bed, if you manage to leave your bed Mischa will block the door so you can’t leave. You gotta get better, this isn’t mad wicked awesome if the love of his life is sick.

Ricky Potts

•He panics but doesn’t show it, he’ll cuddle but it's not exactly a cuddle like he’ll hug you.

•Honestly I feel like Ricky is an amazing cook but he never gets to cook. :( Let him cook you soup !

•He’s checking in on his s/o every other hour.

•In all honesty you're in good hands with Ricky taking care of you ! :))

Jane Doe/Penny Lamb

•Even if you're not sick Jane, in general, doesn’t seem like a cuddler. So even if you ask she may or she may not cuddle you.

•Not much of a cook but she won’t burn soup like Mischa.

•If you need an extra blanket, she’ll give you some.

•Jane has some sorta power that instantly makes her s/o feel so much better.

Constance Blackwood

•The Best cook here

•Same with Jane, Constance isn’t much of a cuddler in general but if her s/o asked she will cuddle them with no hesitation.

•She knows basically all the remedies that won’t rush her s/o to get better.

•Constance has a bunch of supplies for when others are sick, so you are in good hands. :)

[spaceagebachelormann]

Alright, last one, I promise!!

Could I please request headcanons for all the Ride the Cyclone kids finding out their S/O is getting bullied, and how they would react? I would love to see what you do with something like this!!

Thanks in advance, and I hope you’re doing well!! 🖤🖤🖤

the choir finding out their s/o is being bullied

pairing: st. cassian chamber choir x gn reader

warnings: bullying (obviously), everyone destroying your bullys life, wounds, fights (cough mischa and penny cough)

a/n: i love writing for rtc sm

masterlist

Ocean O’Connell Rosenburg

jaw drops when she sees someone bothering you

really upset you didn’t tell her

she’s very popular and every teachers favourite student, she could’ve helped you!! :((

comforts you afterwards, still a bit angry you didn’t tell anyone about how you were being bullied, but she understands you may have gotten pressured into it

let’s you vent to her <3

will destroy the reputation of the person/people who bullied you

is so mad and makes sure they’re absolutely humiliated

Noel Gruber

also a bit annoyed you didn’t tell him

is understanding of why you didn’t however

doesnt force you to vent to him or tell him what happened, let’s you tell him that on your own and listens intently when you do

he’s the type to have dirt on everyone from being observant, so he plots something to use that against them

he makes sure to walk you home and always be near you in hallways in case someone comes to bother you

if they do he runs to your aid and calls them out on something embarrassing

they don’t even look at you again afterwards

Mischa Bachinski

his rage kicks in

you’ve never seen his face so red

storms up to your bully and just starts fuckin swinging and hitting

he has to be physically pulled off of them by like 15 people

a few mins later when he gets everyone to fuck off he drags you away to somewhere private

cleans up any wounds you may have

asks the important questions

how long has this been happening? does he need to go back and finish what he started? are you okay? do you need anything?

seems to always be around you after that day…

Ricky Potts

so shocked

at a loss for words

sits you down and asks if you wanna talk about it or if there’s anything he can do

so devastated to find this out

hes sad for the rest of the day :((

hugs you and takes you to various places to make you feel better <333

will 100% beat your bully(s) with his crutches or give them to mischa to beat them with <3

checks up with you between classes after finding out, always somehow bailing you out of school if you feel uncomfortable

Jane Doe/Penny Lamb

goes fucking feral

gently and calmly moves you away from them, before going at it

you knew she was a lil bit insane but not this insane

she’s biting, scratching, kicking, and punching all at the same time

mischa is standing there yelling words of encouragement and wiping tears away at how far his bestie has come

after that she checks on you to make sure you weren’t hurt in any way

if you were she goes back and finishes what she started <33

very scary, nobody messes with you ever again

Constance Blackwood

not the type to barge in and immediately defend you

but she’s there for emotional support afterwards <3

lets you cry into her shoulder, rubs your back, is really caring

she’s too shy to directly do anything about it, but luckily she friends with ocean and tells her what happened and because ocean is friends with everyone and loves you (because she’d 100% be friends with her friends s/o)

ocean…..gets them…. expelled… not what you wanted but it’s good enough!

if you still don’t feel safe after that, she walks you home and stuff (like noel) <33

[sophieswundergarten]

WAIT

It's Floorboard Chomping Friday!!!

Here (in no particular order) are some of my all-time favourites!!

"Some Choice Words" by @mysteriouseggsbenedict

Choice Tags: angry nicholas benedict, he yells in all caps!!, everyone say it with me: curtain sucks!!

"A collection of records, regarding Ms. Dipika Perumal and one missing child" by @3584-tropical-fish

Choice Tags: Epistolary, Missing Persons, technically that is true but we the audience know where he is, Mentioned Reynie Muldoon - Freeform

"Nicholas Benedict's Home For Misfits" by @fandom-queen-13

Choice Tags: there is a fight scene, and a description of two lab escapees, three if you include Milligan, look it's not my fault he just appeared one day and even he doesn't know if he's an escapee or not, SQ shows up briefly at the end

"of scarecrows, sunshine, and curses" by @mashpotatoequeen

Choice Tags: Kate Wetherall Needs a Hug, Milligan also needs a hug, Milligan was described as a scarecrow in the first book, i take this concept and complete a 400 meter sprint with it, the ten man are tinmen, i think I am funny

"Treat Them With(out) Mercy" by @nobodysdaydreams

Choice Tags: Electrocution, Angst with a Happy Ending, Enemy Caregiver, Whumptober 2023, no.4 Shock

"Chirps of a Bird" by @heyitsthatonesmolgay

Choice Tags: Echolalia, Stimming, Family Fluff

"Skin Hunger" by @mvshortcut

Choice Tags: Touch-Starved Nicholas Benedict, Touch-Starvation, Platonic Cuddling, Spells & Enchantments, read the notes for some warnings please!

"you're going too fast, you'll burn up soon" by @oflightningandstars

Choice Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Hopeful Ending, Kate is having a rough time in this one, I love when Kate is happy and doing well I promise, I just also enjoy putting her in the blender

"the lightest touch" by @bi-demon-ium

Choice Tags: Mr. Benedict-centricas is the norm for me <3, Touch-Starved Nicholas Benedict, very non graphic mention of car accident, no one we care about, mr benedict is kind of an unreliable narrator when it comes to himself, Found Family, Nicholas Benedict Needs a Hug, NO. SERIOUSLY. HE REALLY REALLY NEEDS A HUG, SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE HIM A HUG IM BEGGING Y

"Food for Thought" by @phtalogreenpoison

Choice Tags: there is mention of a knife, Friendship, Father Figures, I am promoting the Milligan is like a second dad to Number Two agenda, also I headcanon Number Two is 27 ish and Milligan is like mid forties

"The Psychic File" by @acollectionofcuriousreblogs

Choice Tags: Found Family, Reynie needs a break, Just let him rest, Ledroptha Curtain is a jerk, What if the good guys didn’t win?, cause the world needs more of these types of fics, Takes place after book three as a Riddle of ages replacement

"here's to (never) growing up" by @binnudacademy

Choice Tags: the old hag, Nightmares, is apparently the only tag AO3 officially has? boo, Reynie Muldoon Needs a Hug, Sticky Washington Needs A Hug, Constance contraire needs a hug

"are you sick of me? would you like to be?"

Choice Tags: Reynie Muldoon-centric, placed in the year between season 1 and 2, Light Angst, we are safe here, made for a light read, no ship focus, read this however you'd like to, 5+1 Things

"Wrapped around her little finger"

Choice Tags: Mirror fic, This is so sad everyone, But also super adorable, show! Constance as a two year old, Being adorable, Mr. Benedict being equally adorable with Constance, Alice in wonderland is my favorite book but I also think Mr. Benedict would really enjoy it, And Constance because theres no rules there, He loves her so immediately, I love how much he loves her, Constance pulling on his beard is my favorite

[mmurderhousewrites]

MICHAEL L. — FIRST MEETING

Summary: self explanatory

Warnings: bad writing (i wrote this like two years ago☠️)

you were walking home from a horrible day of high school. it's been the worst day of the school year. you had your head phones in and you were blasting your favorite song.

you look to your left and spot that house. everyone you've ever met said that "that house is haunted" they call it the murder house. you've never really thought about it, even though you lived right next door. maybe it was just some random house with creepy people who lived inside and made up those stories so people would leave them alone. you honestly didn't blame them, especially with the type of people who lived in your neighborhood.

you keep walking and look up to the right window. there was a boy looking down at you out of the window.

wow, he's beautiful

you think to yourself. he had a hazel type color hair, it was shaggy. he had really really pretty blue eyes. it reminded you of the springs in florida.

you look back down so you can see where you're going. you continue walking to your front porch.

"hey, grandpa" you smile and give your grandfather a hug. he was sitting in his, on the porch.

"hi, sweetheart" he says.

you bring your book bag into your room and change into something comfortable. you then make your way back to the porch so that you can converse with your grandfather. you take a seat next to him and start talking.

you guys mostly talk about how school is going.

"today was the worst. i had to take 3 tests in my algebra class and then some girl started to get on my nerves. and on top of that i got my period" you complain to your grandfather.

"ah, that must suck" he says and you both look over to your neighbor. she was taking groceries out of her car.

"michael! come help me grab these, please!" your neighbor, ms. constance had shouted. she grabbed some of the groceries and started to make her way to the door.

you watched as the boy named 'michael' came walking out of the house. he went towards the car and grabbed the rest oft he groceries, closing the trunk after him.

he turned towards you and gave you a smile. you couldn't help but blush and smile back. he made his way back into the house and shut the door.

"i don't know why, but i feel like you have a little crush on michael langdon" your grandfather chuckles.

"paaaleeease, i've never even talked to him before" you state.

ms. constance comes out of her house and walks over to you and your grandfather.

"hi, [grandfather's name]" constance says and smiles.

"hi" your grandfather says and waves.

"if you don't mind, i would like to steal your grand daughter from you for a second. my michael has been bugging me about her coming over all day. and i'm truly starting to get annoyed" she laughs.

your grandfather looks over to you and nods his head.

you stand up and follow constance to her house. she holds the door open for you and you're greeted to a smiling michael.

"hi!" michael says and smiles really hard.

"hi" you say and smile back.

"would you like to play some video games? i have a lot" he asks and walks closer to you.

"sure!" you squeal and he grabs your wrist and brings you up stairs.

[rom-e-o]

Forever and Ever. (Constance DoGoode lore)

@quill-pen proposed an amazing idea, and I ran with it into the first, concrete store of exactly how little Connie's life began.

Full story beneath cut. For all ages, though this story does describe fictional child abandonment.

"We have to go. Leave her."

"I can't."

He shuddered at the reluctance oozing from his wife’s weepy voice, and detested how it threatened to make sobs rise in his own throat.

The man, mid-thirties in age, watched in agony as his wife, a copper-haired woman of similar age, hugged their daughter tightly. He saw her staring up at him over the bony edge of the woman's shoulder, and it hurt too much to stare.

Wide eyes, bright as twin stars, stared up at him as if he was her whole world. And she had no clue that he was casting her away.

“S-She’ll be in better hands here,” the man added feebly. “They have money in this part of town! She’ll have a better life than we could ever give her. You know that. We owe her that.”

The woman fired a glare at the man at the mention of the word ‘owe’. As if an infant owed anyone anything.

"I still can't, Emeryk,” she hissed through tears. “It’s not fair!"

He paused, hand settling on his hips. His head hung suspended in a slight swing between his shoulders, his brow furrowed.

“We … can’t support three children,” he finally reminded her. “The boys are home. Crying. Waiting for us.”

“I…I could…”

“We have tried, Myrna. Let her go. Someone here can give her the life we can’t.”

Her sob was strident enough to send a nearby rat scampering from its post as the garbage pile. The man checked around them frantically to make sure the sound hadn't drawn the attention of any humans. It was the dead of night, but New Yorkers had a pesky tendency to be light sleepers, even after long hours of toiling.

"Myrna, please," Emeryk beseeched, his agitation causing his words to slur into a hiss, accentuated by his Polish accent.

She swallowed another cry. "S-She doesn’t deserve this. She doesn’t deserve to not have a mama.”

"These people will give her a new one,” he replied, gesturing up to a large engraving above the doorwaythat read, Albany Center for Children.

“It’s not the same!”

“It must be, kochanie. We have no options left.”

Myrna was still; a silent admission that her husband was horribly correct. With another steadying breath, she placed a tender kiss on the little girl’s head. “Oh, my angel…please. Whether you forget this day or hate us forever…please know that we love you.”

The word ‘love’ made the girl smile. She nodded, and Myrna’s heart nearly shattered.

“Myrna.”

“We loved you so much, słońce.. As hard as we could and knew how to.”

After a final squeeze, hugging the girl as tight as she could without pressing her into her heart, the woman gently nudged the girl out of her arms. “Be happy in your new life, my love.”

In a shaky voice, she then pointed to the stoop of the orphanage. The wide step was cradled by iron fencing and littered with leaves from a swaying English elm. "S-Sit."

The redhead girl stared at the space for a moment before obeying. She waddled to the step, and after a moment of struggle to pull herself on the second step, rolled over on her bum and sat up as primly as she could on the steps of the orphanage. All the while, she stared at her mom with wide, cornflower blue eyes. She was barely a toddler, but old enough to see the distress on her mother's face and feel it through her frantic movements.

The little soul could sense and see something was terribly wrong, but was powerless to ask what was amiss, let alone do anything. “M-Mama? Sit. I sit.”

"Good job, angel," Myrna said, scrubbing her red eyes with the frayed hem of her shawl. The threads were so worn and caked in grime that they felt like straw on the sensitive skin.

Upon feeling the chilled cement on the backs of her legs, the little girl let out a whine of discomfort. She rocked in place, her brow furrowing.

"Cold, mama."

"I know. I’m sorry."

"C-Cold..." the girl repeated, shivering as a strong wind tugged at her threadbare onesie, which was taut and ripped at the elbows and knees. She pulled her chubby legs close, rubbing her bare feet together like a cricket in an instinctual gesture to try and warm up.

As the breeze passed, the child reached her arms out, seeking comfort and warmth from her mother. He fingers splayed frantically as she rocked in place, as if trying to will them closer to her.

Myrna’s expression crumbled as she turned away. “No.”

Checking over his shoulder again, Emeryk squeezed his wife's shoulder before looking down upon his daughter. “We have to go, little one. Goodbye.”

She kicked her feet in excitement, ready to get out of the cold. "D-Da..."

"No," he repeated with a heavy sway of his shaved head.

"No?" The girl didn't understand, her expression only growing more confused with each moment. She flicked her head to her mother, only to see her cowering against the form of the other adult.

The little girl started to push herself off the step to go to her guardians, the only two people in the world she knew. When she’d barely teetered forward, the man pointed a finger at her.

“Stay.” His tone was hard as granite, and unlike before, he did not stutter.

The girl waddled forward another inch, not understanding the word. Moonlight caught the fury in the man’s eyes at the perfect moment, his gaze startling her like sparks from a spitting fire.

“Sit down, and don’t move!”

His voice rose to a dangerous growl, and the young girl bristled in fear. Reassuming her stop on the stoop, she lowered her head and blinked back tears.

So, without any other order or hope, the little girl sat back down on the stoop.

After one last check to make sure nobody was watching the couple and waiting to confront them, they joined hands and started to run. They bolted down the road together, their fingers twined and eyes ahead, even as tears clouded their vision to near uselessness. The two adults were spry, and in a blink of an eye, they had vanished like nymphs in a shadowy glade.

All that was left in their wake was the silence of the city.

After waiting a few moments, the child peeked down the road. A sense of alarm from not seeing her parents took over, and despite her orders, she clumsily slipped off the stoop and tried to run after them. However, her small legs stood no chance of carrying her within hope’s reach of her parents. Almost instantly, she tripped and crumpled on the pavement, skinning her knees. She whimpered, laying in the road for a moment before pushing herself upright.

In the cold and dark, she returned to the steps of the orphanage, waiting for parents that would never come back to get her.

She waited.

And waited.

Even when she heard voices up the street or saw a light flicker on in a nearby window, she didn’t call for help, for none of the voices or shadows belonged to her parents. The girl was too terrified to try, fearing that something would distract her at the exact precious moment that her parents would come back to get her.

She kept waiting, all through the cold night.

That following morning, when one of the center’s groundskeepers emerged from his basement-level apartment to start the day, he saw the red-headed girl curled up like a kitten on the doorstep.

Fearing the worst, he threw his jacket over her and furiously knocked on the main door.

When the live-in staff did answer and saw the girl balled in his arms, they were shocked. Nobody had heard a sound or a cry all night, and the realization that she’d survived an entire night alone on the streets of New York sent them reeling with shock.

“Do you think she’s lost?” one staff member asked. The others swung their heads, skulls heavy like solemn, weighted pendulums. Children that arrived on their doorstep were never there by accident, after all.

“They couldn’t even bother to ring the bell?” one social worker asked another as they mounted the stairs to the W.C. “They have to know people live here!”

“Probably terrified of getting tossed in the bin if they got caught.”

“Cowards.”

“Hush! We don’t pass judgement. We can only hope they made this … decision with a heavy heart.”

“Hope. I suppose so.”

The redhead was immediately brought inside and doted upon in every way possible. The girl was changed, bathed, and given clean clothes. They then gave her porridge, which she ate in silence while a doctor gave her a physical. Upon seeing her knees, he took care to clean the wounds and patch them up. The girl remained catatonic despite the kind and insistent prodding, even when bribed with stuffed animals or candy for any information. The entire time, she didn’t so much as mutter a word.

Meanwhile, staff spent their early morning hours sending correspondence to every member of their board to alert them of the emergency take-in. After all, the center wasn’t exactly swimming in funds. They couldn’t turn away a child, but in the same breath, they had to be transparent with their sponsors and fundraisers about the use of their funds. Lots of care would need to be paid for, and the center was already bursting with children in need of foster homes, or permanent homes.

However, one particular member of the board told them to tally the charges, then charge them to her name.

“I’ll bring my bank book,” the woman wired in return. Then, the line went dead.

Fifteen minutes later, Theresea DoGoode strutted into the children’s center.

Entering in a flurry of fur and floral perfume, the woman removed her pillbox hand and stole. After smoothing her belted dress, she entered the foyer of the building that she and her husband had contributed a small fortune to build and support.

As a result, she was greeted with enthusiastic salutations and many thankful praises and comments from the staff. While obviously thankful, she brushed them off with poise and grace. After all, today was not a day that she had made a trip from Manhattan to speak to the center’s crew.

“Here,” she said, handing the lead social worker a small piece of paper. “A blank check, already signed and authorized. Write the amount I need to pay on it, and feel free to cash it now.”

She then made a beeline to the in-house physician’s office, her heels clicking with the rhythm of a heartbeat.

When she rounded the corner, she saw her.

A small, redheaded two-year-old, sitting opposite a doctor. The doctor looked stressed and forlorn at his lack of progress with the mute child, but Theresea absorbed none of it. Instead, she walked forward and beamed a gentle smile.

She kneeled down softly, careful to make no sudden movements.

“Hello.”

The little girl said nothing. She kept her blue eyes averted, staring at the wall.

Theresea, ever patient, lowered her body further. Sitting cross-legged allowed the child to have a slight advantage in height over her, which was mostly attributed to the chair. It wasn’t made for a child so small.

“What’s your name, love?”

“She won’t talk, this one.” The little girl had looked up, but the strident baritone of the doctor had startled her back into silence. “If she had a name, she may not remember it.”

Holding back a groan, Theresea kept her tone airy and easy. “Well, every little girl deserves a name. Do you know yours, angel?”

‘Angel,’ The girl’s eyes welled up at the familiar word. A word she knew was for her, but spoken by the lips of a stranger. “M-Ma…”

Tears had barely begun to fall before Theresea leaned in and hugged the child. The little girl crumbled into Theresea’s embrace, crying audibly as her fists gently pounded the woman’s shoulders. It wasn’t a gesture of aggravation, but rather, the only way the girl could think of siphoning out the horrible dread that she didn’t have a name for yet.

Theresea lifted her off the chair and into her lap, cooing as the little girl clung to her like an infant cloth.

The doctor was stunned at the sight, and even more stunned when Theresea turned and regarded him with an unyielding stare.

“I’ll stay with her while you finish the check-up,” she said, “Once she has a clean bill of health, I’d like to submit a form.”

“A…payment form?”

“An adoption form.”

Arthur DoGoode was a truly, truly happy man.

Despite hardships in life that had made him frail and delicate than most other adults, he had surpassed them all and amassed quantifiable success that could be measured by both his bank balance, and his social standing. He'd had the privilege of being able to work hard and cultivate a career as a prestigious property owner and investor in New York. Through those ventures, he'd met an aspiring philanthropist traveling from Morocco to New York, looking to make a difference. They shared a passion to help others and change the city for the better. Their shared passion culminated into a blissful marriage.

To him, it felt almost lucrative to have such a wonderful life. What had he done to deserve such grace?

Then, one day, an unfortunate situation turned into yet another blessing.

An abandoned two-year-old left was overnight on the doorstep of a New York orphanage. Staff had sent for his wife, and she'd made the trip while Arthur stayed back to tend to the real estate business affairs and make the meetings he'd scheduled. The entire time, the minutes ticked by more slowly than sap from a tapper.

Two hours later, Theresea came back through the door of their Manhattan abode with a swaddled, red-headed babe in her arms.

That day, a tepid April 30 in New York, at just before 9 a.m., Arthur DoGoode became a father to a voiceless daughter.

An entire year had passed since that fateful day.

"Papa!"

At that moment, on a cue uncannily parallel with his wandering imagination, said daughter manifested in the doorway. A copper-haired girl with bouncy pigtails bounded into the Manhattan breakfast nook. Her dress was trimmed in pounds of lace, and the layers shook like the pelt of a dog shaking itself off after coming in from a deluge.

Seeing her father seated at the table, she used all her strength to jump up onto the wooden chair next to her father's seat.

She jumped, then faltered, and her polished Mary Janes lick-clacked against the tiled floor.

"I-I can do it," she said, tiny fingers holding onto the wooden arm with all her might. "I can do it!"

He nodded.

"K-Keep watching, I can do it!"

He nodded again, further encouraging her while simultaneously restraining himself from reaching over to help her, even when she struggled.

When the three-year-old did pull herself upright finally, she raised her arms in victory, and he clapped as if he'd just watched a running cross the first-place marker at a marathon.

‘Well done!’ he mouthed out, beaming ear to ear.

Arthur never spoke much. Or, more accurately, he couldn't. He was a frail man; a delicate soul since birth. It hurt his lungs and throat to speak, and the pain was only heightened by a lurking dysphonia that made breathing some days difficult as trying to manually fill a hot air balloon with just his lungs. So, he conveyed his emotions with expressions and hand gestures.

To Constance, her father's lack of speech wasn't an absence of any communication, for there was never a statement between them that went misunderstood.

The same could be said for Arthur and his wife, Theresea. The love of his life, and the one who had brought their daughter home. For that, and many other things, he’d be forever thankful.

"Well, well, look at this!"

Dressed in a navy jumper and white skirt, Theresea entered their kitchenette with a wide grin, hands balanced upon her hips.

Unbeknownst to both Arthur and Constance, Theresea had watched the toddler's monumental feat from behind the arched doorway leading into the spacious kitchen.

"I say,” she started with a cheeky lilt, “Did you pull yourself up all by yourself, my girl?"

The girl nodded proudly.

"Well, you are a clever young girl, aren't you?" the mother inquired with a teasing tilt of the head. She reached down and tousled her bangs playfully, then placed a painted kiss atop her crown. Theresea always wore dark plum or deep, mahogany-tinted lip paints. Yet, by magic Arthur couldn't fathom, Constance never had so much as a trace of a lipstick mark on her forehead after kisses.

“Well, well, what are you two schemers up to so early?” she asked while pulling out a chair to join them. “It’s Saturday, and the sun is barely up! Last I saw you before my bath, you were like a rock.”

Arthur pointed subtlety to the oven. which was on and baking … something. Theresea closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, taking in a sweet aroma that she noticed building in the kitchenette. The smell was one she knew. Vanilla.

“Ah, baking a cake?” she asked, and he nodded.

Arthur then pointed to Connie’s festive dress and done-up hair, his fingers starting at his forehead and spiraling down in loops to convey the shape of her pigtails.

“Yes, she roused me a little earlier than normal,” she said, “So, I brought her into my powder room for a little girl’s pampering session. Hair, clothes, nails, the works!”

She reached over and tickled the young girl through the lacy layers of her dress. The toddler screamed in mirth, her strawberry-seed teeth bared in a full grin. Not for the further time that day, Arthur’s heart sang with joy. “After all, today is a very special day!”

Constance paused her laughter to stare at her parents in intrigue. Her cornflower eyes bounced between them as they took turns humming and making dramatic ‘pondering’ gestures. Even a audience member in the back seats the Globe Theatre – if it still stood today – would have rolled their eyes at the over-dramatic display, but Constance was enthralled.

“What?” she asked, bouncing up and down on her chair. “What? What day? Spe-thial?”

Then, in unison, both parents gasped in mock-shock.

“Why, it’s your birthday!” the parents expressed in tandem.

Theresea cheered while Arthur went to check the delicious cake in the oven, hearing the timer ping just moments before.

“Birf-day?” the girl repeated as Theresea kissed her chubby cheeks.

“That’s right. It’s the very special day when you came into our lives and made us very happy.”

Connie’s mouth formed an ‘o’ shape, which quickly shifted into a sheepish grin. Her fingers steepled in front of her face and she rocked from foot to foot. In her large dress, she looked like a tipsy snowball. “I did? I made mama and papa happy? For real life?”

“You did.” She reached out and folded her tiny hands into her own. “You do, my love. Every day.”

Arthur lightly spread a layer of premade glaze over the surface of the round cake. Then, he sifted a blanket of powdered sugar and cinnamon on top of the perfect, circular surface. After sticking on a paper topper, which was cut into a kaleidoscope of swirls and flourishes, he scooped it up proudly.

With a skillful pirouette, he turned and placed it before the young girl. Upon seeing the vanilla cake, her face lit up. It was her favorite kind, even down to the dusting of cinnamon. How had her father known? She loved everything he baked, after all.

Arthur smiled as he gently placed a candle in the middle of the topper. Then, with a hand as steady as a surgeon, he struck a match and lit it.

“Now,” the woman said, nudging her forward, holding onto her side to prevent her from drifting too close to the frame. “Blow out the candle and make a wish.”

She thought hard. What was her wish? There wasn’t much she wanted, she supposed. He lived in a very pretty house, had a really nice bedroom with a real mattress, warm clothes (although they were sometimes itchy) and she had the best parents in the whole wide world. Her beautiful mama and handsome father; the two people she loved more than anyone.

That, she realized, was the part she loved most.

With a mighty inhale, she blew as hard as she could, dashing the flame out swiftly. As her parents clapped, she settled between them contently. She held the wish in her heart, content with the warm buzz it generated there.

Please … stay my mama and papa forever and ever.

[ellekhen]

Hand, Hearth, and Home

Chapter 82 - The Open Hand

Chapter Summary: The party stumbles into a murder investigation in Rivington and meet a new ally.

Featuring @grovyrosegirl's OC, Connie Lamalet! (So even though it doesn't actually happen in the text itself, the pictured hug happened in my HEART.)

Pairing: Astarion x Male Tav Rating: Explicit Length: 428K+ words; Chapters 82/?? (Master Post)

Excerpt below:

“Oh!” the woman startles, hastily dropping her ladle with a clatter. “How did you get in here?” she asks in a hiss. 

Church waffles for a moment. “I… walked in?”

“I can see that, but—?” the woman trails off, taking in his robes, staff, and dagger. “Oh, Ilmater… I do apologize. I thought you were one of the…”

“…refugees?” Church prompts her dryly. 

“Well, you are yet another travel-worn tiefling looking lost in a temple,” Gale says as he joins him. “It is a reasonable deduction to make, during times like these.”

The woman flushes abashedly. 

“For what it’s worth, I would have offered you stew. But again, my apologies,” the woman says defensively. “The question now is — if you’re not a refugee, and you’re clearly not one of the clergy, what business do you have here?”

Astarion doesn’t miss how her hand casually drifts to the pommel of the sword at her side. Not the most conventional of cooking implements…

“Father Lorgan,” Church explains shortly, and the woman’s face immediately turns grim. “We’re investigating his murder. You two must be Donnick and Constance…?”

“Gods, please call me Connie,” the woman groans as her companion gives a little wave. “You must have spoken to Sister Yannis, then.” She sighs, leaning against the counter. “We haven’t been able to serve the refugees ever since. It isn’t right — Brilgor was a sweet man. He could be… intense, but he always meant well. He helped in the kitchen, and he and Father Lorgan got along well.”

“Oh we know this,” Gale assures her. “My friend here spoke to Father Lorgan, and—”

“Spoke?” Connie’s wistful eyes sharpen. “Are you a cleric, then?”

“Not quite,” Church says. “But what matters is that he described his attacker as a dwarf in red. Did you see anyone of that description?”

Connie shakes her head with a frown, as does Donnick. 

“We get many refugees,” Donnick says slowly. “But I’d think red leather would be quite a statement. All the same, why are you in the kitchen?”

Connie’s eyes flick over Church in particular. 

“Look,” she says wearily. “If you spoke to him then you must know about… his help.”

“Connie!” Donnick hisses. 

“‘Help?’” Church repeats.

“In the crypts beneath the temple,” Connie says in a hush. “Some of the refugees had nowhere to go that was safe. The Flaming Fists came after some of them for petty things. Small thefts, belligerence… Father Lorgan offered them shelter and food down in the crypt until the search stopped. And then they’d leave, at some point. I snuck out a few myself.”

She swiftly sheds her apron, stuffing it unceremoniously into the brother’s hands. 

“Stay here, Donnick,” she mutters to him. “I’ll take them down.”

“But Connie—?”

“They need someone who knows the temple,” Connie interrupts him. “And if some murderous bastard is still down there, I won't let him escape alive.”

With that, she strolls purposefully over to the cellar door, nearly shouldering Gale aside as she crouches down to haul it open. 

“Allow me to go first,” she tells them curtly, rolling her shoulders and neck. 

Leaving an alarmed Donnick behind, they silently climb down into the cellar. To Astarion’s surprise, he smells incense rather than the damp and dank he had expected. 

“Over here is the chapel,” Connie explains. “That is where we found Father Lorgan and Brilgor’s bodies. Over there you’ll find the crypts where our faithful lie in repose.”

“And further down from there?” Astarion asks innocently. 

Connie hesitates, “The… archives. But don’t concern yourself with those.”

“That means a treasure room,” Astarion notes to the others. 

“Follow me,” Constance says distractedly. “Stay close. Touch nothing.”

Gale clears his throat. 

“So, Lady Constance, are you a sister yourself?”

“Connie. And oh, not in the slightest,” she huffs a laugh. “I grew up around here, that’s all.” 

“In Baldur’s Gate?”

“Oh gods, no,” Connie scoffs. “Rivingtonian, through and through.”

“Blood!” Astarion cuts in. “Pity it’s so stale.”

He nods towards a streaked splatter upon the stone. 

Connie stares at it, following the trail towards what appears at first to be a solid wall. 

“Oh shit,” she breathes, growing pale. 

“Secret passageway perhaps?” Church suggests cautiously. 

“Damn it, Lorgan,” she curses under her breath. “Damn it. Damn…”

“Connie?” Church prompts her. 

“I knew something was up,” she mutters. “People would come in… I didn’t always see them come out…”

“Oh my, did our late priest have a bit of a murderous pastime himself?” Astarion asks conspiratorially. 

“No!” Connie hisses. “No, that's not what I meant.” She searches frantically around the room. “He always felt like he had to do everything on his own.”

“Do what?” Shadowheart asks exasperatedly. 

“I heard him offering them shelter. Protection,” Connie says. “I’ve heard there were caverns somewhere below the temple. He must have hidden them there. But even then, I don’t know why he didn’t trust us to… there.”

She prods what appears to be a hidden button, and with a crunch and a groan part of the wall slides away to reveal a cavernous passageway. Along with a draft of wet earth and mossy stone, a foreboding, sickly sweet odor drifts up from it. 

Oh dear. 

“I know that smell. That’s death,” Astarion remarks. ��Recent, yet long enough to spoil.”

Connie gazes down at the passageway, breath shuddering. 

“Connie…” Church begins to say, but the woman shakes him off as she walks forth. 

“Ilmater, please…” she mutters as she draws her sword. “Please say they didn’t suffer.”

[nobodysdaydreams]

Hugs <3 Send this to the first ten people on your dash, okay? We’re giving hugs!

Thank you for the hugs! Once again, sorry for the late reply. Please everyone who reads this, consider yourself hugged, and enjoy this TMBS WIP snippet as I have actually, surprisingly, been able to write today (I'm as shocked as any of you).

“And uh…who are you?” asked Kate.

“Jim Pressius,” declared Mr. Pressius boldly. “But you children can call me “Mr. Pressius.”

“Okay, Jim,” said Constance, rolling her eyes.

Edit: And thank you, Sophie, for reminding me of his first name!

[hugsforyuri]

Forgot to post this earlier mb

Chp 3

A/n

Meows gently. Sorry if this is a little late kittens… My grandmother took a stroke and almost died. It was really silly. My irl friends also left me soz yeah.  Stay alive kittens. Good christmas

Cw for panic attacks; I'll add a summary in the next chapter bc important shit happens in this one<3

Mischa climbed out of his PT cruiser. He ran his hands through his hair. He gently picked up his bag then grabbed his phone. He opened Instagram up and messaged Talia.

Mischa: Hello Talia. I am unsure if you're awake but I feel you must know that I love you. I have never cared about someone the same way I care about you. You are the light of my life. Thank you so much. Thank you for loving me. Every day as I wake up I long for the day I can be with you. So as I can hold you ever so dearly and never let you. My life's goal is to be with you. I love you.

He put his phone away and started to run to school. He noticed the time. He accidently ran into Constance. "Sorry." He said quickly then moved on. Dashing through the halls he almost missed Noel. Luckily for Mischa, Noel was wearing a bright cat jumper that is next to impossible to ignore. "YOOOOO NOEL!" He yelled at him. "Fuck me jesus christ. Hi." He said back. "Wanna walk with me?" He asked. Noel nodded. Mischa held his hand out for Noel to hold it. He looked down at Mischa's hand. He put his hand in his and walked to home room together. Holding hands.

Gonna skip to lunch

Mischa left his maths room to find Noel. He walked to the french room and saw him in the door. This teacher was notoriously strict and would not let kids break any rules. 0 rules could be broken in her class. Mischa took out his phone while he was waiting. He went to check his messages with Talia. She had left him on read. Two hours ago. Mischa felt worthless to her.

Mischa: Talia, I understand you might not want to talk to me right now but please be honest. Don't leave me on read and just say you don't wanna talk. I'm not mad at you. I'm really not. I understand it might've been an accident but still. It has upset me. I am so sorry. Like genuinely so sorry.

He questioned sending it or not. He read it over and over again yet there were next to zero errors he could find. He clicked the send button. His breathing picked up slightly. He rushed to the bathroom and bashed into a bathroom stall. He fell down to the floor. His jumper dragged up. His breathing got increasingly quicker. His vision had gotten a bit blurry and his mind was racing. All he wanted was for Talia not to hate him. No matter how many times she said he hadn't done anything or that she loved him, he would never fully believe it. His thoughts dashed around from Noel, to Talia, to everything. His eyes started to let out and he started to sob lightly. His breathing slowed slightly as he tried to focus on standing up. His legs shook as he pulled himself up. He unlocked the door and saw Noel waiting in the entrance to the bathroom. He ignored him and washed his face. Noel walked over and tapped his shoulder. "Mischa. Are you okay." It wasn't a question. He knew the answer. It was a no. He hugged him and sobbed into his shoulder. "Mischa. Did anything happen?" Mischa shook his head. "I just can't do this. I feel so worthless. I just can't…" His last words were overpowered with tears. He let out another sob. "Mischa. Take your time. I do not think you're worthless. Mischa bachinski I care about you and want you to be here. For Natilea, or whatever. She loves you Mischa." Mischa froze at the mention of Talia. "N-noel." He stuttered out. Noel's face changed. He was worried already, but this? A whole different story. "What. The. Fuck." Again Noel didn't say this as a question. "What the fuck did she do Mischa?" Mischa's mind went blank. "Nothing. She just left me on read hah." His voice was shaky. "Mischa, we're gonna skip the rest of this day and just chill out. I don't give a fuck what you say we're skipping." And with that mischa and Noel left the bathroom together, they climbed into Mischa's PT cruiser and drove off to the mall.

A/N 

Im so amazing. Loveyall. If u want fr Nischa writing of mine theres some on my AO3, the AO3 acc is hugs4yuri.

[toadeyes-miqote]

Further Levindome  - Whoa! Déjà vu

And chocobopoop hit the cpu fan.

Escalating lvl 99 msq is escalating and I'm rummaging through pop culture reference to process this.

Please be doing the cat quest with a 5.0 and up 4 legged ground running minion and calling it a glitch for Matrix or Reboot glitching fun

Glitchy cat spoilers below

Newly Entered the Matrix spoiler

Please give the ones(your wol too) who have been through ShB a hug and take note of them. PTSD abound. G'raha and Alisaie are not reacting well to this place, the process that powers this place is bringing back ShB trauma. Neither is Hlynyan, the whole removal of memories scares her(see the Fordola echo scene and probably what teaching Meteion to deal with pain and lost means). Forgetting people like Haurchefant or even Yotsuyu. Or Exarch somehow. Oh yeah it reminds her of Elidibus' dementia during his Amaurontine Guilt trip

Kinda glad Thancred isn't on the main team. I doubt he takes well to losing memories of loved ones and endangering other shards.

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- In general Wuk Lamat the newbie is naturally more incline to negotiation than veteran Hylnyan.( highly amused that both Hylnyan and Alisaie are seeing too much similarities in past expacs that Sphene was sussy from first sight)

- that thing about Gudako and Hylnyan not quite seeing eye to eye on stagnant shard pruning.

Hello folks, welcome to the Fujimaru Ritsuka's Lostbelts-Ascian experience. You ain’t nudging stagnant timelines in the direction you want to go no more.

/ Puts on mythril foil hat

- Which sundered or unsunder is Hylnyan to punt with her oni greatclub for the 2nd Calamity? - Was a Fandaniel involved in the removal and processing of souls thing?

- the whole memory and nostalgia theme feels like Emet's handiwork after what he did in the Tempest-Amaurot (which diorama is more recent? And what if Tempest-Amaurot happened after Solution 9 malfunctioned into a space-time lock?)

- Emet obviously knows something and was he expecting Hylnyan to clean it up?

- What are the odds that the Allagan empire was a project to get to unlock Levindome or Levindome tech part 2?

- For that matter, was Emet able to access Levindome after it got locked up?

- Matrix, Johnny Mnemonic, GITS and maybe Appleseed references aside. Paradise is the downtown business district… This feels like Emet remembering the glorious past of bureaucratic constancy of Amaurot. an then an NPC mention that the living used to use the area.

You are my special

Ghost in the shell

where the Volcano?

I am starting to lose my train of thought enroute to work

Because Dawntrail is amusing to me in that Hylnyan, Wuk Lamat and Sphene are all green eyed ladies.

Headcannon territory and really wild guessing alert.

Sphene is an Emet creation, she's a lighter hair and light jade green eyes version of Azem!Helen (if not the Persephone who was gone before he met Azem!Helen). Who juat happen to have a passing resemblance / personality (may or may not be a shard) and that was enough for Emet to trial run soul plug and play(whatever it was that he was doing to Zenos). The purge of an individual existence from the memories of others was an accidental side effect that couldn’t be fix by the time the rejoining happen.

Either he left the memories (failed project) as is or he can’t retrieve them

Tempest was easier without wonky AI but had a mouthy Hyth shade instead

I lost my train of thoughts and left Hylnyan to check on G'raha.

[estrellalunablanca]

This Story About A Woman That Fell in Love With Actor ,,It's Not Real I Used Imagination and Creative, Story Are Fun ,To Imagination,A Star That Is Very Afar,She Love Him In Secret,Were So Similar in Many Ways , God Send Vision and Dreams,That Were Meant To Be.She Always Love Him , Even If He Live Afar ,Her Always Belong To Him .This Story Is Made it.Enjoy My Story.

Chapter 1

illusion of Love

Charles.

Good Morning My Love.Constance Good Morning My Sweetheart, Promise Me You Will Get Here Come For Me and Take Away .Cause On Tuesday is Court Date .That What The Judge Will Decide To Evicted.You Said You Going To Take Me Out From Here ,I'm Ready To Pack .Your My Future Husband.and My Family.I'm Stronger , I 'm In Good Health, I'm Very Happy 😊 That You Are in .My ❤️ and My Life ,Happy , Happy,Joy 🥰😊🥰🫅🥰😊 Charles Things Will Be Okay ,My Plan is To Come To You and You Know That . Constance I Kno Is That Want To Give Many Hugs and 😘😘😘😘😘😘😘😘 ,We Are Made For Each Other,Text Me When You're Unbusy For Me ,Baby I Be Here Waiting For You,My Plan Is To Come To and You, Know That,Then Surprise Me 🥰 I Be Ready ,Love You My Baby .💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

She Love Him Since The Beginning Of Time and Destiny.Distance Can't Keep Them Apart. There Was Meant To Be.

Constance Cook This 😊.Taken A Shower 🚿 Have A Smiling 😊 Day.🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 Charles Okay Baby, Please Baby I Want You To Look So Fresh Sounds Yummy 😋 Hope You Enjoyed It Very Well,Even Though Were Far Away From Each Other, They Feel Each Other, Were Distance For Each Other,There Always Something In There Love 💕. Constance I 'm Back My 🥰 I Can't Wait To Cook For You and Serve You and Breakfast in Bed . Serve I Will Spoil You, Serve You Dinner , I 'm Very Happy,I'm With You 😊🥰😊🥰💖😊😊😊

[dualnaturedscientist]

"You have amazing self restraint. I wouldn't have been able to hold myself back." Patricia spoke up. It was satisfying to see that bastard get what he deserved. Especially when he had the nerve to antagonize Gene. If Tristan hadn't done something, it was a safe bet that someone else would've stepped in. They knew if Jenkins hadn't been queasy at what happened, he would've been cussing out the demon himself. Years of picking up the pieces and helping the mad scientist, Corbin knocked most of those pieces back down with that stunt of his. They knew Gene had harbored guilt from what happened to Sapphire and Cody. They remember when Becky was the one to kidnap them instead of Dr.Two-Brains. To show them the poor state the villain was in. It took much convincing from Becky and the four to allow them in. He even shut out the henchmen before then and he trusted them so very much. Dr.Two-Brains was an absolute mess when the henchmen filled him in on what happened. The henchmen told them that he looked physically ill. Being told that Squeaky ate the remains of the cheese that once was a man. He never allowed Squeaky to take over since. Their friend's guilt grew tremendously when he learned that Cody and Sapphire were siblings. Especially when he met Maeve. That encounter tore the villain's heart into shreds. Seeing someone dealing with such loss and pain caused by his actions or lack of actions. Tristan turned to his husband, his heart aching for the other. Dealing with missing people and this horrible man opening up old wounds. Gene allowed himself to be held by both of his parents. He let out all of his emotions. Clinging onto their shirts as he sobbed. "It's okay, my love. He's gone now." When Tristan spoke up, Carl and Matthew had released their son. Gene didn't want them to let go but understood why they let go when Tristan pulled him into a tight, protective embrace. He always felt so safe in his husband's arms. After a few minutes, Gene had calmed down. Now sniffling into Tristan's shoulder. He didn't register a pair of smaller arms wrapping around him until Becky spoke up. "Are you going to be okay? Dad?" She looked up at him with sadness. Sad that her dad was in this emotional state. "I'll be okay, sweetheart." She frowned at that. Becky had heard everything but only came down after that vile man had left. She was angry he made her father break down like this but all Becky wanted to do was cheer her dad up. It was a while before Jenkins had finally come back down from the bathroom. Looking pale but much better than he was before. He gave Gene a sympathetic look. Today was a rough day for him as well as Tristan and Becky. He exchanged looks with the other three, wordlessly asking what they should do. Archie was the one to answer. “It's becoming late, I think we should allow them to recover. That…was very emotionally draining. Especially for Gene.” The other three nodded. They would get back to work on what to do with the missing Alex and Alan. They quickly left. Giving the others a farewell before stepping out. Archie had asked Constance if she wanted a ride back to her house but she declined. Telling him that she wanted to stay for Carl, not wanting to leave him quite yet. Victor and Emily said their goodbyes to them as well. Giving their sibling a well needed hug before leaving. Though Matthew and Carl decided to stay longer than the others as they still wanted to talk to Gene in private before leaving. Carl was honestly grateful for Constance to stay with them. It was nice to have this support from her. Becky and Tristan didn't let go of Gene for the longest time. It was when Tristan went upstairs to put Becky to bed that Carl spoke to Gene. “I'm sorry that all happened to you, Gene. Please don't be so harsh on yourself, okay? Don't listen to that man. He just spews garbage from that mouth of his.” Matthew nodded in agreement. “I know but what he said was true. About what happened. It still bothers me so much. I hate that she's the one he had to claw his talons into. Of all the people he had chosen, it had to be her.

Heart of chaos

A year had passed since the B.E.A.W Labs organization had fallen. Since all the events had taken place. Becky being taken along with Bob. The poor girl being experimented on by a cruel scientist who had no love for anyone but himself. Matthew had broken out of the facility with her, Carl and Steven. Gene's true identity being revealed along with losing his Dr.Two-Brains persona. Shocking revelations unfolded. Betrayals and redemption. Things had calmed down significantly since but that didn't mean life had been dull. It certainly wasn't for Fair City. Especially with the villains, heroes and its eccentric inhabitants livening up the city. Becky had been making a wonderful recovery. Though she still wasn't at her full recovery Becky was still making so much more progress than the year prior. Gene still had identity issues, dealing with the loss of Squeaky. Though he didn't go through it alone. The still mad scientist had his family and friends help him through everything. Matthew and Carl took up residency within the city. A house that wasn't too far from their sons. Life in this place was definitely lively and peaceful in comparison to the hellish place many innocent souls were imprisoned in. Matthew was less exhausted than before. Relaxing within the living room in his son's house, watching whatever was put on the television. Matthew felt his eyes beginning to droop. Sleepiness hitting him out of nowhere. He simply allowed himself to doze off, not fighting it. Knowing that he was safe there. It wasn't until he felt weight on him that Matthew opened his eyes. Usually a dog or cat would be the cause for this but Matthew met many eyes. Fluffy had snuck into the house yet again. A small warm smile spread across his facial features, patting the spider on its head. Fluffy leaned into Matthew's hand, making soft happy noises. It was funnily cute to him. Though he understood as to why Gene was so afraid of him. Even Carl was squeamish around the giant spider. “Aw, who's a good boy? You are! You're a good boy!” Matthew couldn't help but baby talk the arachnid. He looked up, wriggling his chelicerae in response. As to say ‘Me! I'm a good boy!’ He chuckled at that, giving Fluffy gentle scritches. It was like a huge puppy in a spider's body. Though the peacefulness was interrupted by a sudden shout. “NO! WHY IS IT HERE AGAIN?!” Gene was in the doorway of the living room. Looking quite terrified at the huge arachnid. Fluffy instantly moved around on Matthew's lap to look at Gene. Excitedly jumping off of the supervillain's lap in favor of his son. He bolted right for the mad scientist, causing him to yelp loudly and make a run for it. “SOMEONE KEEP THAT ABOMINATION AWAY FROM ME!” Matthew gave a small laugh. “Can't help but feel abit rejected there.” Archie, who was quiet until then, responded. “I know that feeling.” This caused Matthew to jump up startled. “Don't do that! I'm old. Also I could accidentally blast you.” Archie blinked in confusion. “You didn't notice me? I came in with Fluffy. He got loose and snuck into the house. I just came to bring him back before he got to Gene. Too late for that now.” Archie frowned. “I can't help but be jealous at how much Fluffy loves him. Though Gene is terrified of him. That spider just won't listen to me when it comes to his favorite person.” He shook his head disapprovingly. “You want me to help you?” Matthew was being genuine with his question. He didn't want his son dying of fright from the giant arachnid. “That would be greatly appreciated. I have to take him back home. He can't avoid taking his medication this time.” Matthew got up, stretching first before doing anything else. This earned him a strange look from Archie. “What? I said I'm old. If I don't stretch I'll pull a muscle.” The hero shrugged. “Let's go get him soon. I have to look after Charlotte as well.” Archie always had the brightest smile when Charlotte was brought up. Either by him, Sunshine or anyone else. It was sweet. “Alright, alright.” They were completely unaware of an enemy observing them. Waiting.

Miss Power growled in frustration at the display she was witnessing through a window to the Boxleitner or rather the Woods household. A display she thought was very disgusting. How badly the alien conqueror wanted to charge right in their and obliterate everyone in her sights. She couldn't do her usual tactics and tricks right now, not after what she learned after coming back. She was still ticked off after that little alien brat Wordgirl and her parents dupe and tricked her into leaving the planet in defeat. There was no way she could go back to her planet and face her people with such a shameful stain to her otherwise brilliant record. Fueled by revenge and hatred, Miss Power spent her time preparing, training, and waiting so she could exact her revenge against those who wronged her, against the little hybrid girl and her freak of a family that humiliated her. Sadly when Miss Power and her loyal sidekick Colonel Gigglecheeks did decide to return, they were not prepared for the recent changes that had happeend in their absence. Miss Power did not care much for this Darius person or B.E.A.W labs, she had seen those like them a dime a dozen before on other worlds. The alien wished she could have congratulated the person who tortured and dehumanized Wordgirl and her sidekick. If it was up to her, Professor Ross Moran would receive high honors among her people for his actions. She did give her condolences at his unmarked gravestone. While the recent trauma Wordgirl and her sidekick have suffered gave Miss Power an opportunistic advantage, the alien conquerer unfortunately could not risk using it especially with her grandfather around. Miss Power was amazed at hearing about the past and recent exploits of Maddrix the Malicious. She was shocked that someone so bloodthirsty and powerful was the father of that scientist who used to have a mouse brain attached to his skull as well as a weird cheese obsession. To her disappointment, Miss Power could clearly see the man was too human and had regretted his actions in the past. Actions that would have made him highly respected among her people despite him being human. Still Miss Power wasn't going to risk striking back while that old coot was still alive. Age did not always equate to weakness according to what she had been taught. Even though he was old, Maddrix was clearly still powerful. It was likely that her and Gigglecheeks would wind up dead by the man's hands before they could claim revenge and victory. A chittering sound snapped Miss Power out of her musings. She turned her head to see her sidekick give her a concerned look. He chittered again and asked 'So what are we going to do?' Miss Power smiled and scratched her sidekick's head which he enjoyed. "Don't worry Colonel Gigglecheeks. We'll get our revenge soon. We just need to learn more about Mr. Malicious and what weaknesses he might have so we can use it to defeat him." Miss Power cooed. She then took her sidekick and flew off without anyone being the wiser. Miss Power was brash and bold and could be tricked sometimes, but she was no fool. The alien conqueror learned long ago that the best way to win your battles was to be prepared and know your enemy more than they know themselves. Carl sighed with relief and slight exhaustion as he sat down in a comfy chair. He had just finished sweeping the floor of his and Matthew's home. Now all he had to do was sit and relax until his husband got home. Carl wanted to try a nice 'mom and pop' owned restaurant that one of Gene's friends, Chuck, had recommended to the man. Carl had been itching to get out and do something more and more recently. If he had to be honest, he was getting bored. In the past, Carl had his job and work as a scientist to keep him occupied along with spending time with his husband and kids. Unfortunately after his 20 year imprisonment, Carl couldn't step in another official science lab ever again without a severe anxiety and panic attack @dualnaturedscientist

[spaceagebachelormann]

MARLEE ML could i pretty pretty please get some hcs on coming out as lesbian to the rtc characters- (im probably going to send you more reqs soon lmao)

coming out as lesbian to the choir

pairing: st cassian chamber choir x fem reader

warnings: random pjo reference, homophobia, very short sections, alcohol, swearing, all of them having an amazing gaydar

a/n: YES I ABSOLUTELY CAN

masterlist

Ocean O’Connell Rosenburg

laughs

she knew you were lesbian before you did

if someone is homophobic towards you she immediately alerts mischa who comes over there and judo flips them

she has that “i’m a lesbian, and this is my best friend ocean, she’s an ally, talk ocean!” “ally!” energy

shed also be the type to try and set you up with girls she knows….

overall she’s super supportive and understanding when you come out and is super happy for you

Noel Gruber

he also knew

just has that amazing gaydar

the second you come out to him he pulls a lesbian flag pin out of his pocket and puts it in your hand and just says “wear it”

you become gay and lesbian solidarity

WILL kick anyone whos homophobic to you in the jaw

just glance at him with a worried face and he’s running over there to kick them

making fun of straight people lightheartedly together afterwards <3

Mischa Bachinski

“you’re a what??”

you have explain what being a lesbian means to him like 18 times

he’s finally like “oh. so boobs?” and you decide it’s close enough

comes up to you the next day with alcohol and is like “you are lesbian. congrats. drink?”

in his head he still doesn’t really get it but goes with it anyway

my guy has amazing hearing and if someone says something homophobic to you they’re gonna have a tall ukrainian bad boy running at them before they get judo flipped and body slammed

Ricky Potts

he’s so happy for you!!

signs something like “that’s amazing!! i’m so glad you felt comfortable to tell me!!”

he’s also the type to point out pretty girls on the street

he has stickers for EVERYTHING and gives you a lesbian flag sticker to go with the pin from noel <33

also secretly knew but didn’t say anything

if someone is homophobic to you he beats them with his crutches or alerts noel and mischa who come to beat their ass so hard

Jane Doe/Penny Lamb

stares at you for 8 whole seconds

and then hugs you

“same!”

is also super happy for you and super supportive

would pretend to be your gf if someone wouldn’t leave you alone

would also take you out for food as a congratulations <33

she was scary asf even when she was alive so if someone’s homophobic to you she stares them in the eyes with her piercing gaze

they eventually get intimidated and back down

then she turns to you and is like “let’s go! <3” and you’re like “wtf”

Constance Blackwood

guess what! she also knew

“weren’t you already out?”

a lil bit confused because she thought you were out

very supportive of you anyway <3

asks you a bunch of questions to understand things she isnt sure about

if someone’s homophobic towards you she calls the whole choir and they beat their ass for you

then they drag you away

10/10 friends

[sophieswundergarten]

@nobodysdaydreams Here you go

Chapter 28

BODS THE TITLE IS SCARING ME

This part really feels like TPD, with all the planning and secrecy

Ajdsdjfk Constance just staring at him really intently to freak him out

Poor Nathaniel

“It was rather unsettling, though being physically assaulted by one of the children was a much less frightening concept to Nathaniel than the possibility of having his mind read.”

Yeah, unfortunately that tracks

Reynie being all polite is very cute, though. And then there’s Kate, who is on the defensive every time

“Like he’s just some guy named Nathaniel now?”

Kate and the importance of names again! I need to write another analysis about that

And of course her lovely nickname suggestion

Yeah, Reynie!! The “L” stands for “Le”! It’s weird, right?

I’m very pleased that Constance is the one to reveal Curtain’s full name

Sticky’s aunt!! I love her so much, you don’t even understand. I was so hugely upset by how the Show changed things, but you’ve turned that all around and now she’s one of my favourite background characters in your story.

“He sleeps, he eats, he takes up space,” said Constance. “And he cleans. A lot. Obsessively. It’s concerning and confirms what we already knew. The man has serious mental problems.”

I don’t know how you positively nail each character voice every time!! It’s so impressive, and I love when certain lines stick out in my head because I feel I can hear them being said <3

Kate’s house!! Such a good plot point, so full of memories and emotion

Marcus! Marcus is so sweet. I’m really glad that you talked more about him, Sticky deserves to have good friends

Miss Perumal and Rhonda! A very good team. (And possibly the most forgiving out of the grownups, besides Mr. Benedict of course)

Ooohhhhhh. SQ photo album…

I AM NEVER GOING TO STOP BEING UPSET THAT HE WON’T TALK ABOUT HOW CLOSE HE WAS WITH THE WETHERALLS

BODS YOUR FLOORBOARDS ARE MINE

NATHANIEL. I get that you two are different in some ways, but. YOU’RE IDENTICAL TWINS??? SAYING SQ LOOKS MORE LIKE NICHOLAS ISN’T THAT BIG OF A DIFFERENCE??

Of course, it’s not his exact physical appearance that Nathaniel’s talking about, it’s more the fact that he feels too guilty and undeserving to be associated with his son. Because nothing is ever simple with this man

I love when Miss Perumal gets to talk about parenting with Nathaniel, it’s so interesting. I don’t know, because I don’t have kids, but to me it seems like you’re doing a really good job writing about it, Bods

Poor Number Two. She’s right, even though no one knows it yet. There is something suspicious going on :( 

Garrison mention!! Garrison would probably like to stay as far away from this mess as possible, but of course they aren’t going to let her do that

And naturally the thing that Nicholas fixes on is correcting his brother that Constance is his “roommate”. Not the ridiculousness of anything else in the statement

I like how you use the verb “comforted” often, it gives a really good note on the tone of the situation and how the dialogue is being said

Oh no. I’ve read the sad, sad tale of Puddles the duckling, like, three times now. We’re skipping it

Kate! Kate popping out of vents is the best thing, and I love how you set it up here. I can just see it in my brain

Nooooooooo

Bods I am gnawing on all of your pens until they are beyond repair. This part guts me every time

I love when we get a giant brick of Nathaniel dialogue because he’s explaining something. It’s very good

AND THIS IS THE PART WHERE IT ALL GOES SOUTH

I genuinely gasped and put a hand over my mouth when I first read this

I’ve been thinking about Nerissa and her outbursts a lot, and I have so many questions about how her powers work…

I think SQ’s mind would be a forest

I know Nerissa has not the best of intentions, but ever since she got introduced all I want is to give her a hug. I think she needs it

Now we get to see Nerissa’s plans from her point of view! I always love how you explain stuff via multiple different characters, it makes it really interesting and it somehow doesn’t ever come across as boring or talked about too much

Although it makes me wonder how many fake identities she has…

“The boy is eighteen Natty, I’m sure he doesn’t need or want you constantly helicopter parenting him like this”

As if she is not also doing the exact same (And arguably worse)

“his whole…team of genius minds and trained fighters”

Ah, yes. Nicholas, his adopted family and friends, and some children. Obviously an impossible number of enemies /s

Erika! She is somehow STILL not getting paid enough for this. Let her go do something else, like be a National Park ranger. I’m sure she’d love it

And the slip back into having the narrative refer to him as Curtain!! I get all excited every time you do that, no matter how many times it’s been now

“He had expected to see anger in his SQ’s eyes at having secrets kept from him”

I’m burning your house down

Curtain’s just running on frantic autopilot and it’s only making things worse. I know this is, like, the third POV for this scene and maybe the fifth time I’ve read it, but still. I am taking some scissors to your window drapes

“And to think, when I was a kid, I looked at you like you were my hero, I thought you were brilliant, I used to dream about being like you! And now, I’ve been putting up with everything you do, all the times you ignored me, filled your schedule with work, got stressed over some mundane detail, and acted like a complete control freak, all because I thought you were doing it because you actually cared about someone other than yourself.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Bods. Bods you need to chill on occasion. Seriously, I don’t know how much more of this my heart can take, and I already know what’s going to happen!! 

I Am Foaming At The Mouth

AND ONCE AGAIN CURTAIN’S SELF-DEPRECATING, GUILTY, OVERLY RIDICULOUS MENTALITY GETS IN THE WAY. AGAIN.

If he could take a step back and, I don’t know, go to therapy????? Then maybe he’d be able to have this conversation with his son. BUT NOOOOOOOOOO. IT’S EVIL PLANS THIS AND MIND ERASURE THAT. SO HEALTHY THERE, LEDROPTHA. NICE JOB /s

“You’d think that after all those losses he’d be used it to by now”

I Am Screeching At A Tone To Shatter All Your Glass

AND GARRISON. GARRISON DOESN’T KNOW. HOW COULD SHE? BUT SHE STILL UNDERSTANDS THE ENORMITY OF SWEEPING SQ. AND SHE’S STILL HORRIFIED.

“Please Dad. Don’t do this. I love you. I’ll do whatever you ask, and I’ll…I’ll stay. I won’t leave. I’ll stay here with you, forever. I’ll be good. I promise.”

This is always one of the worst parts for me…

“She supposed death wouldn’t be so bad. Garrison knew she deserved it, and she wasn’t entirely sure how she would even be able to keep living with herself after all she’d done. / But she still feared the pain.”

Someone PLEASE help this woman

Curtain hugging her… But it doesn’t do either of them any good…

AND CURTAIN CAN’T BRAINSWEEP HIMSELF BECAUSE HE FEELS LIKE HE HAS TO BE RESPONSIBLE FOR ALL THE THINGS HE’S DONE. HE HAS BLOCKED OFF EVERY OPTION FOR HIMSELF

Oh dear, I just keep rereading the last bits instead of commenting. Please know they are just as amazing as everything else, but I don’t have any words for any of it…

Poor Nathaniel has been locked into a truly impossible task, and Nerissa certainly isn’t helping. Although, I must say that her dialogue can be pretty funny

“I really think you’re making this into a bigger deal than it needs to be. Nicky has never struck me as a particularly difficult person to kidnap. One bad pun is enough to knock him out. Just tell a clever joke, wait for him to pass out, and shove him into a sack.”

“Nathaniel had tried to think of other solutions. Really, he did. But although he knew that Nicholas would willingly give himself up at the word that his nephew, or that anyone really, was in danger”

Man, you really are so good at balancing humour with drama

[hollowisthyname]

penny's love language !! is touch !!!!!! i will never ever let up about this bc it's true and i want to give her a hug so bad !!!!!!!!!!!

"do you want to brush my dolly's hair ?"

she's borrowing her dolly's head !! she wants constance to brush her hair !!!!! guys please she just wants affection

*follows* SHE WANTS AFFECTION SHE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND WHY THE OTHERS ARE SO CREEPED OUT BY HER WAAAHHH

she's even sitting close to constance throughout the next scene (and stands next to her during a lot of the show as well) !!

CMON . SHE WANTS A HUG . GIVE HER A HUG SHE DESERVES IT !!!!! OCEAN U CAN'T SAY YOU LOVE SOMEONE AND THEN JUST RUN AWAY LIKE THAT GIVE HER HER HUG

*follows pt. 2* CONSTANCE PLEASE SHE WANTS A HUG SO BAD

grabs constance's shoulder during her "fornication under consent of the king" line and doesn't let go until she physically can't hold on anymore without falling ? autistic + touch starved i mean really !!!

and here !! she finally gets a show of affection from the rest of the cast , the whole birthday party of course and then constance softly touching her arm to signal that she can stop swaying to the song now ..... IT'S SO SWEET I LOVE THAT SCENE SO MUCH IT'S WHEN THEY FIRST START TO COME AROUND TO HER AND LISTEN TO HER I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH <33

anway penny deserves all the hugs in the world thank you for your time !!