#send me to the ward again buddy

[m4sterofthewicket]

Sk

Sk

Skibbidy toilet rizz

Mm

Banbanned from Ohio

Sorry mommy, mommy? I mean mommy, I mean sorry, mommy, mommy, jugs? Huh

Tits, knockers, double ds?..

Bros edging and sorry maxing

Bro lost his mewing streak

Mewing more like mommy? Sorry, mommy?

Crazy? I was crazy once.. they locked me in a room.. a rubber room. A rubber room filled with rats.. the rats made me crazy.. Crazy? I was crazy once.. they locked me in a room.. a rubber room. A rubber room filled with rats.. the rats made me crazy.. Crazy? I was crazy once.. they locked me in a room.. a rubber room. A rubber room filled with rats.. the rats made me crazy.. Crazy?

Baby, you make me crazy

Baby? Like five nights at Freddy's???

Me? Like I'm having a bad bad day

It's about time that I get my way

Steam rolling whatever I see, huh

Despicable me

Yall deserve some brainrot:

@ankle-breaker-101 @projectmoonlightproductions

[pjomakesyourkidsgay]

. . . leo valdez

˖°𓇼 bf!leo absolutely ends up being an accidental romantic. bf!leo who doesn't really care that it's valentines day, specifically, but he just really likes to spend time with you and make you happy. bf!leo who cracks annoying jokes and calls you weird terms of endearment like "cute little chicken mcnugget" and "adorable miniscule metal scrap with eyes" and "special sparky mcdonald's sprite". bf!leo who drags you to a burger king at a ghastly eight in the morning to grab a burger because he was working late the night before. bf!leo who makes an effort to clean out bunker nine so that you can spend the day there comfortably. bf!leo who, out of nowhere, takes you out on a ride with festus to get groceries for a spontaneous private camping night. bf!leo who prepares his famous tofu tacos just for you. bf!leo who starts the bonfire but ends up getting his hair on fire. bf!leo who plays just dance with you on a switch he made. he definitely knows all the latest dances. bf!leo who tries to cheat in uno by making a machine but he fails because you can see every little thing he's doing. bf!leo who toasts the marshmallows just perfectly. bf!leo who tells festus to ward off every other camper that tries to get near your date site. bf!leo who makes you little custom gifts made out of the extra parts and pieces of his projects. bf!leo who warms you up at night by cuddling with you. bf!leo who lets you play with his unruly, curly mess of hair. bf!leo who's a total best friend kind of boyfriend. bf!leo who reserves the most emotional part of him for your eyes only because of the immense trust he has for you. bf!leo who can't go a full day without, at some point, holding your hand in his perpetually warm, calloused ones. bf!leo who falls asleep next to you, his face buried in your stomach as he snores, really loudly...

"bro, pay attention to me."

leo's head whips away from whatever he's tinkering with between his fingers, sending you a carefully practiced look, one eyebrow raised to his hairline. "bro?"

"i'm-"

"well, okay, dude," he shoots back. "what is it you want to tell me, buddy? are you alright, mate? perhaps this chap right o'here wanted a l'il ol' chat? well, buckaroo, did you want attention from your special bruzz?"

"leo!" you shove him by the shoulder, cackling at the offended look on his face (that had melted the moment you started laughing at his antics). if you hadn't called his name he might've named every name in the book of bro code, and you really didn't need that. even festus blew a column of smoke into the latino's face.

"i know we're comfy and all but a random bro? seriously? weren't we just kissing by the fire?"

"that's enough," you interrupt him, a hue of red flushing your features, but if anyone asked you'd swear it was the flame reflecting back on your face. "i'm sorry, my hyper little elf boyfriend. is that better?"

"infinitely so, my blushing fairy maiden of a girlfriend, though we should go easy on the 'little'."

"i'm not blushing!"

"of course not, it must be my eyes playing tricks on me."

you shove him, again, with your foot this time. your socks were matching with his, cute miniscule fire-breathing dragons in yellow and red. "hey, you're gonna make me drop this!"

you halt your attack and scoot on over closer to him, peeking over his shoulder, his dark curls poking your eye. "what's that?"

"woah, there, ms. nosy!" he yelps, tucking the item back into a clasped hand and throwing an arm around your waist, bringing you down. "not yet." he mutters incoherent things, muffled because of his face practically pressing up against your stomach.

you complain immediately in his hold. "you're too hot."

"yeah, i know i'm hot."

"you suck!" you try to wriggle out of his grasp but he pulls you closer, holding onto you as if you were a giant teddy bear. "leo, i'm going to start overheating!"

he looks up at you then, grinning. "then we'll overheat together."

you give his hair a slight (and loving) yank, plastering a serious face on. "bruh."

"that's so not sigma of you," he whines, sitting back up and pulling something out of his pocket. "alright, then, i'll give it to you now."

"are you gonna fight me? get ready to catch these hands, you absolue L rizz."

"i'm supposed to be the brainrot one!"

with a joking eyeroll, he finally opens his hands in the way one would do when proposing. in his palm was a little metal box, about two inches on all sides, tightly closed.

you watch it for a couple of seconds, finally realizing that it wasn't about to do anything. you look at the latino boy questioningly.

"put the pad of your thumb here," he points at the spot, "it has a fingerprint sensor. it opens only to you."

so you do as you're told, and the tiny box opens, transformers-style. a round, rotating platform rises from the middle, showing tiny statues of what could only be you and him mid-wrestle, faces contorted with mirth. your favorite song plays as mini-you-and-leo spin around to the music, a scene of pure love between the two of you captured with the perfect backtrack.

"oh my gods," you gasp out, lips parted. you reach out to push his hands safely out of the way before kissing him. lips on lips, full of passion and obvious gratitude.

you pull away, he's still wonderstruck, you're peppering kisses all over his cute face with a 'thank you' between each one.

"ladies, ladies!" he laughs, closing the music box and placing it gently into your hand. "calm down! take a few deep breaths."

you open the box again immediately after you receive it, singing the lyrics to the song softly until leo kisses your cheek and sings them louder, word for word.

eventually the night dissolves into song, into you and leo's song, and screw it if all the other campers can't sleep.

dividers by: @strangergraphics and @ianrkives

[radiance1]

Based on this post.

"You're odd."

Tim turned to Danny, who was braiding one of the younger horses' mane and tiled his head. "Am I?" He asked, continuing to run a brush through the mane of his father's caretaker's steed. "I don't think I'm odd."

"Well yea, cause you're you." Danny huffed and gestured at his with one hand, pulling it back to comfort the foal in his lap before recontinuing to braid. "It's not bad, not really. But I thought Fright Knight just cared about serving the Ghost King and betraying him occasionally." Danny sniffed. "I didn't think he had an actual life beyond that and then boom! You appeared." Due to having his hands full, he gestured at Tim with his chin.

"And that's... odd?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

Tim looked up at the sky, the clear night sky full of twinkling stars that he would have never seen in Gotham. By now he would be sneaking out of his manor to try and catch more pictures of the ever-elusive Batman and Robin. He was so close to figuring out who they were.

He just knew it.

Unconsciously, his hands slowed down until they stopped entirely. Eyes squinting as he pulled up what pictures he had in his memory and trying to connect the dots.

An arm wrapping around his shoulder snapped him from his thoughts. "Don't take it too hard. I'm odd, you're odd, we're both odd." Tim thinks there was a misunderstanding here. "Me and you? We're odd buddies!"

Tim blinked.

He blinked again.

Something warm was in his chest.

"Odd buddies?" He asked and Danny presented his pinkie finger with a smile. "Odd buddies!"

That was the first pinkie promise Tim ever made.

//////////////////////

The infinite Realms has recognized the bond established between the Ward of Time and War and the Ward of Fear.

//////////////////////

"You're odd." Red Robin stated, arms crossed over his chest and both voice and expression flat.

The Ghost Prince, most recent potential addition to the Justice League, merely shrugged. "You're odd too." He said, sending a finger gun in the vigilante's direction.

Warmth bloomed in his chest when he saw the look of recognition and mirth in the Ghost Prince's eyes.

He didn't forget him.

Red Robin held up hand, pinkie finger extended and a smirk on his lips as he tilted his head slightly. "Odd buddies?"

The Ghost Prince mirrored his smirk, and curled his pinkie around Red Robin's.

"Odd buddies."

[tanjamikaelson]

BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER - CHAPTER 22

MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 22: | ALIVE |

You stood nearby, watching Rafe and Ward haul heavy boxes into the truck. Your eyes lingered on Rafe, drawn to how his muscles flexed with each effortless movement. The afternoon sun gleamed off his skin, accentuating the sharp lines of his body. You found yourself momentarily captivated, unable to look away as admiration bloomed in your chest.

“Let’s go, Rafe!” Ward hollered from the driver’s seat, his tone sharp with impatience.

Rafe glanced over at you, his blue eyes meeting yours. “Come on, Y/N,” he called out, his voice firm yet beckoning.

“There’s not enough room for me in the truck,” you teased, folding your arms and staying rooted where you stood. Your tone was light, but the playful smirk on your lips dared him to prove you wrong.

Rafe’s expression hardened, a flicker of frustration mingling with something protective. “You are not staying here alone,” he shot back, his voice low and unyielding. “Come on.”

The possessiveness in his tone sent your heart fluttering. You knew this wasn’t just about company—Rafe didn’t like the idea of you being left behind, vulnerable. He needed you close, where he could keep you safe.

You relented with a small nod, following his lead. As you approached the truck, Rafe was already climbing into the front seat, his hand outstretched to you. Without hesitation, he grabbed your hand and lifted you effortlessly onto his lap.

“Buckle up, buddy,” Ward muttered, his voice gruff as he started the engine.

Settling into Rafe’s lap, you leaned your head against his shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath you. One of his arms wrapped securely around your waist, anchoring you to him, while the other hand rested on your bare thigh. His fingers pressed into your skin, the heat of his touch spreading like electricity.

“You look so hot in this black shirt,” you whispered, your tone low and teasing as you leaned in closer to his ear.

Rafe stiffened, his muscles tightening beneath you. His grip on your thigh grew firmer, his jaw clenching as he struggled to maintain composure. His gaze flicked briefly toward Ward, who remained focused on the road, oblivious to the silent tension crackling between the two of you.

Unable to resist, you shifted slightly on his lap, feigning discomfort. The subtle movement caused your hips to grind against him, and you felt his body react instantly.

“Y/N,” Rafe growled softly, his voice a quiet warning laced with frustration and desire. His breath brushed against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I’m uncomfortable like this,” you lied smoothly, adjusting yourself again with deliberate slowness, settling firmly over his growing erection.

Rafe inhaled sharply, his fingers digging into your thigh in a possessive grip. His restraint was slipping, the tension in the truck growing heavier with every passing second. His blue eyes flicked to yours, a mixture of frustration and unspoken longing burning in his gaze.

“You wanted me here,” you murmured, a teasing smile playing on your lips as you leaned closer.

Rafe let out a low hum in response, his eyes narrowing slightly as his grip on your thigh tightened. Your boldness surprised him, especially with Ward just feet away, but there was something about the situation that made his control falter. His hips shifted subtly under you, the strain of his erection pressing against the fabric of his pants.

The anticipation was thick, almost unbearable, when suddenly the truck jerked to an abrupt halt. You were thrown forward slightly, your heart leaping in your chest. Rafe’s arm tightened protectively around your waist.

Your head whipped around to see a group of children running into the street ahead. They slammed their fists against the officer’s cars parked nearby, their voices raised in a chaotic chorus of shouting.

“What is this?” Ward snapped, his voice panicked.

“It’s just some kids,” Rafe assured him, though there was an edge of concern in his voice.

Ward’s frustration grew as he honked the horn, urging the kids to get away from the car. “No! No! Guys, get away from the car!” he shouted, his voice growing more urgent.

The scene quickly escalated as the children threw water and flour at the police cars, creating chaos.

“It’s a trap!” one of the officers yelled.

“Yeah, no shit!” Rafe retorted, his eyes scanning the scene.

Ward slammed on the gas, swerving to avoid the roadblocks the kids had set up. “We gotta get out of here!” he shouted, his voice tight with fear.

More people began to emerge, pushing wheelbarrows and shovels, their fists slamming against the truck, the metal vibrating with each hit.

“Go, go, go!” Rafe urged, holding you tighter against him as the truck jolted forward, Ward narrowly avoiding another group blocking the road.

The truck swerved violently, and you gasped as you were thrown to the side, but Rafe's strong arms kept you steady, his protective grip never faltering.

The tension in the air was suffocating as Ward navigated the truck through the narrow alley, trying to escape the chaos unfolding around you. Your heart pounded in your chest, adrenaline coursing through your veins. But through it all, you felt Rafe’s steady presence beside you, grounding you amidst the turmoil.

The truck sped down the road, leaving behind the chaos that had just unfolded. You clung tightly to Rafe, still shaken by the events. His arms wrapped protectively around you, grounding you amidst the adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

“What the hell was that?” Rafe demanded, his voice sharp with frustration as he turned to Ward.

Ward, still gripping the wheel tightly, was focused on navigating the road ahead. “Where are we going? Find where we are,” he ordered, his voice laced with urgency.

Rafe quickly pulled out his phone, glancing at the map. “Hey, this road goes down the same place. We’re good,” he assured Ward, though the tension in his voice hadn't completely faded.

Ward pressed down on the accelerator, the truck speeding faster than it should have been. “See anybody in the mirror?” he asked, his gaze flicking between the road and the rearview mirror.

Rafe scanned the view behind them. “No. We’re good.”

“Are we going the right way?” Ward pressed, still anxious.

“Yeah, stay on this road. It’s gonna take us directly to the airport,” Rafe confirmed, but the knot in your stomach refused to untangle. Something still felt off.

The truck turned down another corner, dust kicking up behind it as the endless stretch of grassland came into view. You noticed the workers up ahead, the bright red of their stop sign cutting through the haze of the afternoon heat.

“Are you kidding me?” Ward grumbled, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. His frustration was palpable, and it made the already tense atmosphere inside the truck feel even heavier.

A creeping sense of dread washed over you. Something about this didn’t feel right. “I have a bad feeling,” you muttered, leaning into Rafe, seeking comfort in his presence.

Rafe’s arm instinctively tightened around you, his fingers brushing against your side in a reassuring gesture. “I got you. Relax,” he whispered softly. His words were meant to calm you, but even in his voice, you detected the edge of unease.

Your thoughts raced. Were they after the gold? Did they know what was hidden in the truck? The uncertainty gnawed at you.

Ward slowed the truck as they neared the workers. “What do we do? Nowhere to turn.”

“I dunno,” Rafe responded, keeping his eyes locked on the workers up ahead.

Then Ward said it, the words that sent your pulse racing: “Get the gun, Rafe. Just hide it.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, your mind spiraling into panic. Rafe, calm as ever, reached forward, popped open the glove compartment, and pulled out the gun. He slipped it into the waistband of his pants, and when he turned to look at you, you could see the tension in his gaze. You gave him a worried look, silently praying he wouldn’t need to use it.

The truck came to a stop, and Rafe’s grip on you tightened, the silence deafening.

“What’s going on?” Ward shouted through the window, trying to assess the situation.

“Road’s closed! Nobody coming through!” the woman said sharply, her expression cold as she stepped closer to the truck.

Ward tried to play it off, chuckling as he leaned out the window. “Well, can you let just one truck through? We just— we kinda gotta get through today. We got a delivery that—"

“I don’t think so,” she cut him off with a harsh tone. “Sinkhole. Massive.”

“I’m begging you guys,” Ward pleaded, but the situation quickly spiraled out of control when a gun was shoved into his face.

“Let me see your hands,” the man holding the gun demanded, his voice sharp and threatening.

Your breath hitched as the tension in the air thickened.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” the woman beside you warned, and before you could react, you felt the cold press of a blade against your throat. Every muscle in your body froze as you felt the sharp sting of the metal.

“Get out. Easy,” the man ordered, and you shakily opened the door, stepping out of the truck. You glanced at Rafe, the fear evident in your eyes. He was torn between protecting you and complying with the demands of these strangers.

He climbed out after you, slow and measured, keeping his hands visible, the gun still hidden in his waistband, his gaze never leaving the woman holding you hostage.

“Listen to your papa, or she gets real hurt,” the woman sneered, the blade pressing harder against your skin, enough to draw blood. A thin line of warmth trickled down your neck, but you tried to stay still, to keep calm.

The man barked out orders, making Rafe and Ward move the signs and barrels blocking the road. You stood there, frozen, too afraid to move as the woman kept the knife at your throat.

“Take two steps back. Easy! Get on your knees!” the man shouted again.

Rafe and Ward dropped to their knees, and with a rough shove, the woman forced you to the ground next to them. Your knees hit the concrete painfully, and you winced at the sharp pain that shot through your legs.

“Hands up. Kiss the ground,” the man demanded, and you saw Rafe and Ward comply, their bodies tense as they obeyed.

Before you could make sense of anything, you heard Ward mutter something under his breath. “Sarah?”

You blinked, ignoring the pain from the cut on your neck, and turned your head. That’s when you saw her—a blonde girl running toward the truck, her familiar face sending a shockwave through your system. Sarah. She was alive.

“Sarah! You're alive!” Ward’s voice broke through the tension, filled with relief and disbelief. "Baby! You're alive!"

“Stay down!” the woman holding you growled, but your heart raced with a mixture of shock and joy. Sarah, the sister you thought you had lost, was standing just a few feet away.

“Sarah!” you whispered, your voice trembling with disbelief and joy. But your joy was short-lived as you glanced at Rafe. He was staring at Sarah too, but there was something darker in his eyes. He wasn’t happy she was alive, and that realization made your stomach turn.

“Stay right there!” John B’s voice rang out, a gun pointed at Ward as he tried to keep them at bay.

Before anyone could make sense of the situation, Rafe snapped. He yanked the gun from his waistband and stormed forward, his face twisted with rage. “Hey!” he shouted, pointing the gun at John B and Sarah.

“Rafe, no!” you screamed, but it was too late. The girl holding you tackled Rafe just as the gun went off, the shot echoing in the still air. It missed its mark, but the fear of what could have happened left you breathless.

“Go on! Get out of here! Go!” the man ordered John B and Sarah, and they scrambled into the truck, speeding off before anyone could stop them.

Rafe roared in anger, his voice thick with frustration. “You’re a coward!” he shouted after them, but they were long gone.

In the aftermath, you stood frozen, your heart still racing, your mind struggling to process everything that had just happened. The realization that Sarah was alive felt like a punch to the gut, followed by the gnawing fear of what was to come.

“Y/N?” Rafe’s voice broke through the fog of your thoughts, and you turned to face him, tears welling up in your eyes. “You’re hurt, baby,” he whispered, his eyes full of concern as he gently tilted your chin to inspect the cut on your neck.

You shook your head, brushing away the sting of the cut. “It’s just a scratch,” you whispered before collapsing into his arms.

The weight of the events, the relief, the fear—it all came crashing down, leaving you trembling in his embrace.

Rafe held you close, his arms wrapping around you protectively, his grip strong and grounding.

All you could think about was Sarah. How? How was she alive?

TAGS: @wearemadeofstardust0 @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @thepopcultureaddict @deeznuggetsbebussin@wtfdudesblog @davinashifts333

[damnfandomproblems]

https://www.tumblr.com/damnfandomproblems/789235375599124480/in-response-to-problem-9678-self-shipping-is?source=share

Doesn't even have anything to do with the original topic, but wow, this anon shows so well just how much people policing fandom think disabled people/mentally ill people are subhuman while having no understanding of what mental illness actually means at all.

"need to be send into the psych ward" and "go to therapy". Notice how having therapy/being in a psych ward isn't about getting help with psychological problems for them (which both ideally should be, even if in reality it sadly often isn't)? It's just about locking the freaks away and making them stop being visible and so offending them with their existence.

I am not even a self-shipper, and there are in fact some self-shippers with extreme behaviors that annoy me, but I am a mentally ill person in fandom who doesn't always manage to ship exclusively the most popular ship and have only the most popular opinion and behave only in whatever way the BNF decided is okay, and I was on the receiving end of this kind of behavior way to often.

There are so many disabled/mentally ill people coming to fandom to feel like their emotions matter and have a community for once, and people like this person increasingly make fandom unsafe for them.

Yes, there are some obnoxious or even harmful fandom behaviors that directly stem from someones mental illness. But most mentally ill fans just want to exist, and don't harm anyone. Being cringe and weird isn't harm.

And even if: Isn't it telling how complaining about fans loosing track of reality only ever is mocking them and bragging about how you are so sane compared to them, instead of laying out ways to getting back into the real world, or even just exploring why stuff like this happens?

Really begging anyone with enough power to safely do this, especially abled neurotypical fans, to not let behavior like this slide. It might feel small for you because it is so engrained into our society, and because it wasn't used to keep you down yet, but it really isn't.

Posting as a response to a previous ask.

Including a few additional replies to the same ask:

Anon:

Holy ableism and bullying, Batman! Normies need to get out of fandom again.

Anon:

Hey buddy 1.you most be really fun at parties 2.the same could be said about ships 3. You do know there’s a concept called ���have fun”?

[kunimilktea]

This picture of kori in the last post is sending me

She looks so silly dkkskskdkd.

Speaking of kori (also hey I had an mc called cori that's cool!) when do her and cove get together? Is it in the step 2 epilogue with the confession or during the charity confession?

Also unrelated to Kori but what do you mind going more into depth on your thoughts for both Derek and Baxter dlcs? I love discussions around their dlcs I wish people would genuinely talk more about itz going into depth into the themes of the dlcs and how they affect Derek and Baxter as characters, but then again I'm someone who loves analyzing the media they consume so djdkdkjd. General discussions about these things drive me crazy (I think is worth mentioning that I'm autistic so djdkdk)

Your art is also very lovely I loved watching your doodles, you're one of the artists I always look forward to to get a notification from 🫶

THATS ALOT OF QUESTIONS YOU GOT THERE BUDDY,,,,

Im kidding tho it's appreciated nonetheless ^_^

SO FIRST OF ALL THANKS FOR LIKING MY ART 🥹🥹🥹 i try my best to make time for drawing my silly our life doodles despite being busy in college and i appreciate anyone who rlly enjoys my dumb doodles of my ol mc shenanigans

Answering the confession question, they confess at the end of step 3 cause i thought the slowburn was fun 😇

I actually drew their first kiss right here

Now with the derek and baxter dlc question,,,

So fun fact! With how i played the the dlcs over all me and my friend Lo (@/oiulse) would choose which boy to play the dlc and stream it on call, so Lo picked Baxter and i took Derek, it was really funny cause casual constantly played in our heads during the Baxter dlc (bless lo btw for gifting me both dlcs labyu oomf 🫰)

With how i feel with BOTH dlcs

For my boy Derek Suarez

When i played the first moment from dereks dlc my voice started like acting up from how long THAT specific moment was, maybe its just me but the first moment in particular felt really long, I get it though its the first time ur meeting the suarez family and in no way did i NOT enjoy it, but there were indeed moments where im like DAMN ITS STILL NOT OVER cause of how tired my voice was getting LMFAO, all the other moments were rlly fun my favorite one from the dlc was where u hang out with liz on daddy day and there was an option to gift a card to cliff 🥹, his step 4 was also a bunch of fun i loved the family bonding get to do with the suarez brothers (u can just tell that i love family aus) and getting to hang out with derek made me love him more as a chr, HIS STEP 4 VOICE IS STILL A JUMPSCARE TO ME FROM HOW DRASTICALLY DIFFERENT IT IS (no hate to the va btw) STILL VERY FUNNY THOUGH HAHAHA, i made it so that Derek, kori and cove get to be neighbors before the both of them get married so now they hang out LOTS

With THE Baxter FUCKING Alexander Ward

I heard from another friend that the baxter's dlc was gonna be angsty and i was like oh hell fuckin yeah i love angst! AND THERE CERTAINLY WAS ANGST ILL TELL U THAT MUCH, since i was watching lo play through the Baxter dlc i will admit there were a few times where i spaced out cause ANOTHER fun fact, we played the dlcs like really late on my timezone so i was either drawing while Lo was playing or i was in the brink of conking the fuck out, i was able to know what was going on overall i think the ONLY moment i like fully spaced out on was when the mc and baxter were like out drinking or smth and there was this entire thing with the bartender and the singer, that specific scene in particular i was fully focusing on smth else and it wasnt till later that when i played the baxter dlc for myself that i knew what was finally going on, since me and lo have our castaways au to think abt while playing these dlcs we were building aus upon aus of what lo's mc would do when meeting with baxter again after 5 years its fun lo has never been the same since and neither have i, the angst was good soup and i can see why baxter's dlc was more expensive than derek's LMFAO

But ironically enough the dlc that made me cry was DEREKS DLC,,, that moment on the step 4 epilogue with the brothers having a heart to heart is going to be MY ROMAN EMPIRE, I FUCKING LOVE FAMILIES BRO GAUGHHHH

Anyways sorry that was unnecessarily long i could have organized my thoughts more but i dont have the patience for that so i hope u dont mind that all my thoughts and feelings were all over the place hahaha

In conclusion the dlcs was a nice content buffet 👍

[ratasum]

Regarding everything with Leyya and her parents: Leyya was a very strangely lonely kid, and you wouldn't have expected that from her. Her parents had a whirlwind romance in college, contracted IMMEDIATELY once they were of age, had Leyya… and realized they were the worst POSSIBLE fit in a relationship and split while Leyya was about a year old.

So she bounced between her parents a lot as they moved on to other relationships. She is the oldest of a collective thirteen kids.

She never had a lot of the stability her younger siblings would come to know because her parents don't… talk anymore, really. It wasn't a good or healthy relationship OR break up. But Pruri, her mother, was a progeny instructor specifically tasked with instructing "wards of the council." Orphans. And at this point, Leyya didn't really have anyone.

She acted out, loud and boisterous and happy because it felt better than being sad about it (except it really didn't). But then she saw this angry little bald girl with big pale blue eyes sitting alone in class and was like "That's gonna be my best friend" and annoyed Zojja into friendship. Basically the class clown and the teacher's pet.

Then they got older, and Snaff took in Zojja, and now Leyya's watching this older guy who's already Snaff's apprentice just get angrier and she's just sitting there thinking "Buddy she's like twelve?" But also sort of seeing the similarities.

Sitting there as a 13-14 year old, especially after Kudu fucked off (was talking to @system-architect about how it makes the drama so much more juicy if Snaff took in Zojja BEFORE Kudu left and tbh I like that SOOO), just like "I could see how my bestie could turn out JUST LIKE THAT." But Zojja had the benefit of being very good at learning from mistakes. To a point.

(And then, again, Leyya came out as a trans woman to this, her best friend slash long time crush, and COMPLETELY forgot to ask the most important question this started with.)

But Zojja really was her ONLY friend. And she liked Snaff better than her own father, Daxx.

Also I realize there has to be a certain loneliness and like… ostracization factor? At your mother deciding yeah you're the same age as the other kids so I'm going to take you with me instead of enrolling you in a traditional progeny school, and all of a sudden you're the lone kid in the room who has a mother.

(This also ties into how Daxx is kind of a flake of a parent to Leyya. Forgets to send her a birthday present for two months. Calls her Hann for a year after she came out not because he's transphobic but because he interacts with her so rarely sometimes that he genuinely forgot she'd transed her gender. Then LATER he still has forgotten she's trans but in the opposite direction... he becomes fully convinced Leyya is a cis woman, has always been a cis woman, and that's just perfectly normal. He is the flakiest flake in existence.)

But yeah. The smartass, the jovial, affable, friendly rogue? She's seriously a little fucked up.

[darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght]

Chapter 22- Part 2

Alright, Kirin can’t really deal with a partial Dark-type…but Prong most certainly can!

With a quad weakness to Bug, X-Scissor should be really good here.

Aha, wrong barrier, buddy! Prong’s not using any special moves this time!

And as for Misdreavus, I think it’s safe to use Glare again, like we did with Shedinja.

Now, this Misdreavus does have Confusion, but that’s not gonna stop Glare from Crunching down on this ghost!

Alright, and with the bridge cleared yet again, we can finally arrive at Grand Hall! And with that, we can do some final leveling, and then we should be good!

(One surprisingly painless leveling session later…)

And there we go! Man, after all that time we spent between the second and third Badges, I forgot that level grinding could be convenient and less tedious. Anyways, here’s what the team looks like now:

And yes, I gave the Rose Incense back to Bloom. Now then, back to Lapis Ward we go!

Alright Cain, here we go, I am so much better-equipped to deal with your Poison-types than before! I have a Ground-type, even!

Oh, he’s opening with Brionne! Okay, well- it probably still has Icy Wind or some other Ice-type move, so I’ll send in Prong instead of Bloom for this.

Well, Bubble Beam is a bit hindering, but after Charge...

Yeah, I’ll heal Prong with a Super Potion real fast, then we’ll actually attack- at that point, Bubble Beam shouldn’t be doing too much.

And now, it’s heckin’ Charge Beam time!

Now, normally that amount of damage wouldn’t be ideal, I mean it didn’t even take off half of Brionne’s HP. However, with the +1 to Sp. Attack, I think that slight boost will be enough for a second Charge Beam to finish it off.

And I was right! Now, Marowak…but which Marowak is he gonna use? The Kantonian or the Alolan Forme? Well- actually, no matter which one he uses, Riptide can deal with either. If it’s normal Marowak, he’s got Ice Fang; if it’s Alolan Marowak, he’s got Crunch.

Aha, it’s the Ghost-type variant! Crunch it is, then! Which…doesn’t actually kill!

And it’s using Will-O-Wisp too! Okay, well…maybe this isn’t such an issue. Riptide still has Water Gun, which isn’t affected by the Burn status, and even though it’s a weak move, Marowak is at such low HP…I think it’ll work.

There’s that Grimer that used to give me a bit of trouble! Luckily, we’ve got Crater this time to definitively deal with it!

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[hayzeelife]

🖤Chapter 11~🖤 🎊Party Time!🎊

A week has passed, Frey and JJ have been a huge help to Leksi, keeping stock full and opening the shop whenever they're available. The extra help has given Leksi a chance to go to a few recycling runs with Chris. She felt bad for not being much of a help to Boogaloo even though they've basically been her personal body guards of White Widow. Chance has to remind Leksi that the deals and sometimes free product make up for whatever she feels she lacks.

Lyla has started making appearances again. She was remorseful for not being around, but family called and she had to go back to her home town to figure stuff out. Things have settled since so she flew back to the city. Leksi and Lyla would take off to Del Perro Pier to hang out. Sometimes just go for long rides to get out of the shop. Everything was working out and Leksi wasn't stressing as much.

That is until JJ suggest a party at White Widow. In a day. In 24 hours JJ seems to think they can book a caterer and get word around enough to have a decent turn out. Leksi was hesitant, but JJ swore he had everything under control. A tweet and a phone call. That's all he needed.

Leksi had the idea to inform customers about the party when they come through, hoping that since most people have affiliations they'd tell their group and in turn spread the word a bit more. It was early in the day, so maybe it wont be too bad.

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Two guys from Pale Riders MC came in, the one with pink guns in the holders was becoming a frequent customer. Leksi remembered his name was Micheal, he would sometimes call in to place the order. He usually gets a lot, like he was the one the club sends for pickups. He has "Prospect" on his kutte. Leksi noticing this made sure to inform him about the party, he'd probably tell his whole club trying to get brownie points for info or something. Leksi was just guessing.

He tells Leksi his order and while she packs it she mentions the party. "So its tomorrow, but its in the afternoon, I know its a bit last minute but there will be more."

"Alright, yeah, I'll tell the crew. But Leksi, when you gonna let me take you out?"

She stops, slightly stunned, almost forgetting people like her, dating being the farthest from her mind. "Uhh.. I'm into women dude." A giggle can be heard from the buddy. Leksi glancing up also noticed a head tilt from Antonio. He and Dom must have walked in when she was packing the order. Nice of him to finally visit his own shop.

"C'mon Leksi, you gonna do me like that?" Micheal says playfully, but obviously hurt.

She shrugs her shoulders and places the bag on the counter. "I am what I am. That's $350 please."

"Damn, okay. I see. Here you go. Well… catch ya next time." He turns and the partner pats him on the shoulder, "Stings doesn't it? Lets go prospect."

Walkign up to the counter Antonio asks, "So you're throwing a party here? …. And you're gay?" Dom shoots him a confused look.

"Uhh, yeah, I like women.. That cool?" Not that she needs his blessing, it was a 'nicer' way of saying "fuck off".

Leksi wasn't full lesbian, from what she understands about herself she likes men, women, and those in-between. It was easier for her to just say she liked people, but she was trying to ward off that type of attention. So for now "I'm into women." seemed to be a decent deterrent for most guys.

She notices a slight grin creep across his face as he says, "That's cool."

Dom speaks up, breaking the sudden silence, "Uh hey, Leksi, how are you?" Antonio goes into the office while Dom orders.

"I'm good, whatcha need today?" She takes care of his order and Antonio calls her to the office.

"This is for you. You've been doing well here, and I want you to know I appreciate my best employee." He points to an envelope on the edge of the desk and there's something about his tone, its low and sweet. Not to mention the grin plastered on his face. Shaking a thought away Leksi picks up the envelope.

"$30,000?!.. That's…. that's a lot are you sure?" She cant believe it, but then she thinks about it. There's gotta be about 600k in the company account.

"Yes, I'm sure. Keep up the good work." He gives a wink then leaves the office. Leksi can feel her cheeks blush and she curses the giddy feeling she gets when he talks to her. No. Not gonna happen. Just business.

Leksi returns to manning the counter, serving several people and telling everyone she can about the party. She even met an upcoming DJ, DJ Bobby Dee. He's fairly new to city but definitely not new to DJ'ing. He's working on establishing a record company for the city, and ensures Leksi of his stoner status so she has a guaranteed customer.

One Woman with hair so blonde its almost white came through. Leksi remembered her from the foundry. While running with the Fallen they would do some mining and smelting for club funds and Leksi saw the woman there often. She dubbed her 'Teddy Bear Backpack girl" until she learned her name was Amber Valentine. Finally a name for the face. Maybe she has a crew that likes parties.

Leksi definitely felt like she was starting to take on the role of party coordinator. Hopefully JJ has the catering taken care of because Leksi basically spread the word all day. Advertising, check.

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The 24 hours have passed. It's the day of the party and Leksi is picking out her outfit for the event. She decided on her dark cropped long-sleeved White Widow shirt, a black and white plaid form fitted skirt, rose lace tights, black and white high-tops and her hair in a pretty bun. A little more girly than she's used to. Not letting herself take forever getting ready she accepts her choice of clothing and heads out.

On her way to Widow Leksi gets a text from JJ. It reads "Need you to stop by Cat Café." Assuming he just wants coffee she decides to get herself some coffee and a quick bite too. And as shes walking in she notices three people shuffling around in the kitchen with Fox.

"Hey girly, you okay?" she calls to Fox, wondering if she should just get a convenient store coffee and candy bar since they seem so busy.

"Ugh Leksi you will not believe it." She huffs and walks around to the front counter. "Some crazy person just asks me if I can make 2 dozen of each treat in 24 hours!?"

Leksi starting to see what the problem is awkwardly laughs, "Was it a guy named JJ?"

"Yes!! … how did you know?" Fox is tapping on the tablet register.

"He's texted me to come by, he's one of my employees at White Widow. Had the bright idea to have a party and I'm assuming he thought you'd be a guaranteed caterer." Leksi had a feeling things would get hectic.

"Oh of course… well it's almost done. I cant believe he only gave us a days notice. You paying for it?"

Leksi didn't think of that factor. JJ saying he'd handle things made her not think about it as much as she could help it. Now she wishes she would have, might have made it easier on her and not lead to surprises like the $150 bill she had to pay.

"Sure, I got it." She pays, not like she couldn't afford it, especially with the bonus Antonio gave her yesterday. Working at White Widow has given Leksi plenty of money, since she had a car she started saving for a condo on Vespucci Beach. The north strip has multiple designed condos, and Leksi had eyes on this grey brick building lined with tall hedges. Perfect beach-front home.

"Nice, thank you. Now, we almost done guys?" Fox turns toward the kitchen and the three guys look up almost like deer caught in headlights. Leksi now realizes these guys to be the cappo Sam, and two of his gunners, Tim and Johnny. She had to hold back a giggle. Boogaloo working as pastry boys, how adorable.

"What?" Sam says, as if he was lost in the frosting. "Oh, yeah, Tim just finished the macaroons, I'm boxing the cookies and…" he looks over and sees the third guy eating a donut. "God damn it Johnny! You couldn't wait till the party?"

Johnny starts giggling, seemingly from an oncoming sugar rush. "Sorry boss… they looked so good…. We did well eh?"

Fox, annoyed and exhausted, huffs out, "Lets go you guys. I've been in this shop long enough today!" She head out from the kitchen and the guys grab the boxes and follow. Loading up the cars with boxes and people the group heads to Widow.

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"Where are we going to put all this?" Tim said, holding almost all the boxes. He might have tried to carry everything but Leksi didn't want to risk their work hitting the ground.

Moving some magazines, Leksi puts the few boxes she had on a small fold out table next to the minifridge. The lounge of Widow had many mini glass tables, but those were cluttered with bongs and lighters.

"Here works, we'll just stack a few, move them around like people do with pizza boxes." She nervously chuckled at her own terrible joke, then turned to help Tim.

"I never understood why they do that, sounds like a thing that's only depicted in movies." He did well, not letting Leksi feel stupid for her reference. "All good?"

"Yeah, it'll have to do. Thanks again, I didn't realize how much he was going to order."

"It's not a problem, just not fond of Fox yelling at us." He shakes his head.

"I understand that one. A bit much sometimes…" Leksi agrees, having recently acquired Fox as a regular visitor, almost as if she's the only woman friend Fox has.

The conversation stalls as Fox herself walks into the building. Leksi pats Tim on the shoulder and goes to gather her thoughts before the party starts.

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The hour has come and JJ is no where to be seen. Leksi has set up everything for the party he claimed to have handled. Many people have arrived, Some reoccurring faces and some new. Leksi noticed there were mainly bikers and Boogaloo. There were a couple of randos too, they weren't sporting any particular colors so she couldn't tell if they had affiliations or not. Most of the crowd were made up of Pale Riders, Satan's Own and of course Boogaloo, they were mainly there to be the security.

"What's wrong Sis?" JJ asks, concerned. Leksi must have had an unpleasant expression.

"Oh.. uh, nothing, must have zoned out for a second." She was annoyed but chose not to reveal that feeling. He seemed to buy it, moving on like normal.

"Alright, so, here's the game plan." He goes on explaining his plan for the night. Leksi actually zones out this time, asuming she'd end up taking on most responsibilities anyway Not just due to the concern of JJ slacking, he was late after all, but her own mentality, she 's always been the caretaker.

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About an hour in, the lobby is packed, the air filled with smoke and Leksi isn't any less stressed. Shes overwhelmed by the crowd. The music isn't too loud but all the voices combined start to muffle together, just a clutter of words. Leksi is currently assisting a member of Satan's own, a bald man with a red bandana and sunglasses. She thought it was funny, park outside and pretty dim inside but the man still wears them. He's asking for a bag of weed and some papers so he can roll his own. She notes the strain he chose and goes to gather the order.

Leksi squeezed past a caramel brown haired woman wearing a Rebel Hounds kutte. The design was interesting to Leksi, they had more style than other crews. Her favorite part was the fact their mascot was Cerberus, the three headed dog. How fitting. Leksi starts gathering the order as she hears a familiar voice.

"Hello!!" She turns around to see a red haired lady she did know, Judge Amber Nullens.

"Oh hi! So good to see you, glad you could stop by!" Leksi had a good time talking to Nullens, simple talk but enjoyable.

"Oh I figured why not, gotta have some fun!" Amber chuckled out. She never participated in smoking, but loved to socialize.

"Girls just wanna have fun, eh?" Leksi joked.

"Oh of course! That's right girl!" Ambers giggles were interrupted by a woman asking for a second with her, possibly to ask for legal advice.

Getting the order to the bald biker was difficult, he seemed to disappear and the buddies weren't sure of his whereabouts. Suddenly a cheer came from the little glass room by the counter and most people looked toward it. There was her customer hitting a bong. The small space was filled with smoke, and not having a door the room couldn't be properly hotboxed, which was Leksis guess on why so many people where packed in such a tiny room.

The man looked over and Leksi raised the bag and papers she had in her hands. He gave a slight "Oh shit." look, and scurried over, shuffling like big steps would throw off his balance. Yep, these people are thoroughly baked.

The air feeling stuffy and noise becoming too much to bare Leksi takes a step outside. Deep breath and cool night air hitting her face does her good. That little bit already brought her some relief.

Chris comes out to check on Leksi. "All good?"

"Yeah, I just don't do well with big crowds." She takes a deep breath.

"Need to leave?" He asks.

"Nah, just give me like 10 minutes, and help JJ if he needs. It's just us two in there, I guess I forgot to ask you or Clay for a hand serving rather being the muscle." She giggles at her own joke.

"Yes Ma'am. Just let m-.. us know." even though turned away fast Leksi could tell he was blushing. He gives himself away every time, the hopefulness Leksi likes him back. She just can't shake Chris. He's almost obsessed. Kinda like the cop, Daniels. She shakes her head, laughing quietly to herself. All this attention, and shes just existing. What is it that makes them so interested in her? She doesn't feel that special, just a little grungy stoner running a weed shop.

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The party is over, most people have left, aside from a few that are lingering and Leksi has survived the night. Maybe is wasn't that, thinking back on the night. She concluded that she stresses during events but comes out calm and baffled as to why she was worried to begin with. Shaking the silly feelings and thoughts Leksi starts to clean up for closing.

JJ comes to assist, "Not bad huh? I think it turned out pretty nice."

"Yeah, it was. Brought in a lot of business." Leksi thought they did pretty well without parties but the event was very beneficial to the shop. Not that she wouldn't have thrown parties, just maybe better planned ones.

"Can't wait to hear what we made, at least 100k. Just tonight alone I heloed put White Widow on the map." A big smile on his face.

He seemed genuinely excited but Leksi felt like he was assuming that he is doing more for business than Widow is used to. Sure it helped, but she felt hurt being the main one holding the store up, before Leksi Eric was only selling at most 50 pre rolls out of his pockets while doing other jobs. Barely dedicated to the shop its self. If anything Leksi made Widow the hot spot, JJ just pushed for a random party and claimed it as a bigger victory than it truly is.

"Yeah, I'll check it later. Pretty tired, but I gotta get the lounge clean first."

"Leks, I got you, why do you seemed so stressed out? We did well tonight, chill."

"I'm good, just tired man… I need a nap." Shes trying not to snap. Even though she feels justified to it made her feel like an asshole, so she chose silence.

He takes her answer and offers help, "Here Sis, let me clean up, you can do the inventory count and we call it a night, yeah?"

Handing him the glass cleaner and towel she sighs, "Sure, that works for me."

Walking back to the front Micheal from Pale Riders notices Leksi and meets her at the counter, leaning on it with his elbows.

"Leksi." he calls, trying to sound alluring, but failing.

"Whats up?" She says, grabbing the inventory notebook and checking the counts.

"When you gonna stop playing with me?" Oh oh, she thinks. Not this again.

"What do you mean?"

"C'mon, like, you ain't even gonna give me a chance to turn you straight or what?"

She blinks, stunned. He did not just say that. She looks at him, he lifts an eyebrow. Oh he did. and shes fighting back rage. Calm, relax, don't rip this guys head off. She took a long second to process his stupid words and how to react, trying to keep the reputation of Widow in tact.

"So you wanna order or just talk?" She says, figuring avoiding the question might be the easiest route.

"Nah I'm set…. Damn, just gonna ignore it. Okay." He's hurt but its more of a bruised ego than a broken heart.

"What do you want me to say? That I haven't heard that a million times and give every guy a shot cause 'Oh this one might turn me straight?" There she goes, sounds a bit more polite but if he pushed her the customer service voice will completely disappear and he'll feel nothing but ice.

"Alright, alright, I'll go, have a blessed night Leksi." He nods once and leaves but Leksi is pissed now.

How dare he claim such a thing? Sure, she's into guys, but definitely not him. So cocky and assuming. Arrogance is not appealing to Leksi, and when it's paired with ignorance shes utterly revolted by that unfortunate person. He better hope that was the end of it, if she's not currently working the next time he asks she might punch him.

Leksi finishes the count, says good night to JJ and a now present Frey. Closing the office blinds and prepping the couch, Leksi is glad she bought a pillow and blanket for nights like these.

🖤STUPID (feat. Yung Baby Tate) ~ Ashnikko🖤

[jesusbutbetterrr]

Ok I thought about this a little too much, and wrote a thing.

I don't have much to say about it, imma say Rain is like 8 in this, Swiss is maybe 7, Phantom, Aurora, Dewdrop, and Sunshine are all briefly mentioned, but they're kinda around the same age group.

So yea

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"But I don't want to play with Swiss."

"Rain you have to go out this time, Aurora and Phantom already went and you can't make them go out for you again," Cirrus said in an attempt to motivate the water ghoul. She looks to Cumulus in hopes she would further encourage the boy, but the ghoulette had taken to flipping through some magazine that was on the coffee table as an excuse to stay out of the conversation.

"The last time Phantom went to play with him, Swiss ripped up his favorite stuffie and tried to eat the insides," Rain starts back in. Rain was determined to avoid all interactions with the neighbor's kid. He's not quite sure how much nice people like Mountain and Aether could raise such a menace, but Rain wanted nothing to do with the boy. As did the rest of the town.

The minute he saw Swiss step out of the house across from theirs, Phantom bolted out of the room, Aurora making a b-line right after him. The young multi ghoul had a strong reputation for being a terrorist of a child. From lighting curtains on fire, to flooding out entire houses, to single handedly sending fully stable people to the psych ward.

Rain once made the mistake of leaving his nerf gun outside, only for Swiss to take it and shoot anyone who stepped within a twenty foot radius of his house.

Cirrus has accepted that there was nothing anyone could do about the kid, she knows how hard Mountain and Aether had tried to get that kid under control. The best they could do for the longest time was keep him on a leash with one of those monkey backpacks. That didn't last very long after the ghoul found that he could chew through the straps.

All Cumulus had to offer was, "Cir, he doesn't have to go out there, you know." Out of the corner of Cirrus's eye she could see Rain's eyes light up. "It's already bad enough that the other kiddos ran off after seeing him walk through the door, just let him sit this one out, it won't hurt to not be nice sometimes."

She knows what Cumulus is referencing. A few weeks back the two had a conversation about why she insists one of their kids go to play with the creature.

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"I just feel bad. There's not a single kid out there that plays with him, even Dew and Sunny run away from him, and they're his siblings."

"Yeah Cir, there's a reason for that. Hell, he ate the flowers from our front yard, you know how much time I put into those?" She could see the distress on her lover's face as she recalls the memory.

"I know Lus, but you can't just raise a kid and deprive him of all basic human interaction. Aeth has talked about his concerns for the kid. Im gonna do something about it if I have the ability to."

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Whatever Cumulus had to say wasn't gonna get to her, not today. She had a kid to help, if not for his sake, then his parents sake.

"Well that time is not now love. Rainy, get your shoes on and go play with Swiss." She could see his panic shine through the expression that took hold of the boys face. She knew she'd have to give him a bigger pep talk than usual.

"Come on buddy, you got this. Don't forget get to double knot your shoe laces, don't bring anything you care about, and make sure you don't leave anything behind. If he starts chasing you with a sharp object the door will be unlocked like always. Remember if he tries to eat anything non edible, theres some apples in your backpack you can give him, don't try to stop him from eating the apple core, that's how Aurora almost got her finger bit off last week."

As she goes on, his pout gets bigger and bigger.

"Don't look so gloomy buddy, you got this, me and mom got your back, right Lus?" she looks over at Cumulus with a pleading look, praying that her wife will go along with the plan.

With a sigh the ghoulette replies, "We're here for you hun, even if your mother insists on sending you out to the front lines." She shoots a look at Cirrus before going back to her magazine.

The poor water ghoul looks like he's about to sob when Cirrus looks back at her son. "Buddy she's just being dramatic it's not that bad. Remember this is for a good cause. If you stay out there for more than an hour, we'll have a pizza party, how's that sound?"

He stood a little straighter after he heard that.

"Can we watch Finding Nemo?"

"Of course we can, anything you want buddy," Cirrus responded, pulling Rain into a hug. "Now let's put you backpack on and get you on your way." She walks the boy to the door and helps him put the backpack on.

He looks at the door and reaches for the handle before he pauses. Cirrus watches as he stands still for a a few seconds. Whatever he was debating internally, he had made his mind about and ran across the living room to Cumulus. He hugs her and she instantly responds to his affection, enveloping him in a tighter hug.

"Try not to get rabies m'kay hun?"

He pulls back in horror and Cumulus is quick to reassure him. "It was just a joke hun, go out there and get em Rainy."

He walks back to the door and opens it, "I love you mom, love you ma."

The minute the door clicks shut, he screams.

swiss is so 'the neighbor's kid' coded

[alexanderlightweight]

A group of downworlders choosing to trust in Alec over Clary, Izzy, and Jace. Alec getting recognition for 'his people' slowly but consistently improving relations, making compromises, and keeping promises vs pretty talk that promises the world but will strike you in the back for speaking against them.

Okay so like this went in such a different direction than I thought it would. I really don’t plan out the fics before I write them. Plots have never worked for me.

I see where the veins of the fic are going and try to flow along with them. So I’m not really sure how this ended up over 4k words of unplanned randomness but i hope you enjoy it

Like half of this fic was a complete accident.

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Izzy seems shocked, the first time a seelie informant ignores her red lipped and heated smile.

Instead they head to Alec, and then stick by him. Watching the rest of the shadowhunters warily until Alec escorts them out of the institute and thanks them for their information.

“What was that?” She hisses and Alec doesn’t understand what is confusing for her.

“My job?” He asks, flatly but he offers the benefit of the doubt and when she sends him a glare and flounces her hair before stalking off, he squints in her direction. “I thought Izzy was still with Simon, is she looking for something new?”

“No idea, buddy.” Jace says but he also is looking a little putout and so Alec ignores it.

If he paid attention to every alarming thing his siblings and their entanglements did, he wouldn’t have time to breathe.

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It happens again and again until even Clary is getting upset and Alec doesn’t get it.

“I’m more approachable! I have a better personality!” He hears Jace complaining at one point as Alec escorts a werewolf to Cat’s hospital so he can show her to the magical ward.

Alec once again ignores them as Izzy gestures to herself, “have you seen my outfit today?”

And Alec rolls his eyes because his siblings are ridiculous, thinking that people who are scared or in danger are going to focus on appearances.

And Alec knows he’s the least approachable looking, but that’s never been why he’s becoming the preferrence.

“Tell Magnus thank you.” The werewolf tells him, like it was Magnus who escorted her pregnant body to the hospital rather than Alec.

“I will.” Alec promises, because in all honesty, this has nothing to do with him and everything to do with Magnus.

He’s not being picked because he’s the most approachable or the strongest looking shadowhunter, or because of his personality. And he’s certainly not chosen for his position of authority.

Alec is picked because he’s Magnus’.

And Magnus will never allow what belongs to him to hurt what he protects.

And Alec works hard.

Not to be trustworthy himself, because it’s not his place to be.

He strives to never break the trust Magnus’ people have in Magnus.

The trust that Magnus put on the line when he declared Alexander a safe haven for his people.

And Alec will do whatever he needs to never, ever take this honor for granted, or to hurt Magnus by damaging it.

Because it isn’t that Magnus was declaring that Alec is friendly to downworlder.

He is declaring that he trusted Alec — Magnus’ Alexander — to never purposefully harm anything that was under Magnus' authority.

It’s not about Alec as a person.

It’s about what he means to Magnus.

And Alec is going to protect this, the strongest of Magnus’ declarations of devotion.

And if that means showing up at three in the afternoon to a traffic accident—

— half asleep and with pillow creases on his cheek from how quickly he got there —

— because when he’s being asked for specifically, by a very frantic werewolf who unsuspectingly went into labor in a cab, accidentally causing a crash and risking the exposure of the shadowworld.

Alec goes.

He leaves Magnus sleeping because Magnus has his own job and he trusts Alec to this.

Because a great deal of Magnus’ authority relies on his reputation and Magnus is not someone easily reached.

So Alec goes and he gets her there safely while his team covers up what caused the crash and then he activates his iratze so his fingers can heal as they’re broken and rebroken and he’s honestly relieved.

He’d rather have dozens of his bones broken over and over again than have to catch a baby from a stranger's vagina, but he would do it.

If he had to.

For Magnus.

“Oh thank fuck.” Alec barely manages to get out. He’s kneeling next to the werewolf, holding her hand with his jacket on the floor in case he needs something soft and cleanish.

Apparently they ‘had to wait’ which Alec thinks is hardly fair when her water broke while he was carrying her spasming and forcefully transforming body.

He is burning every article of clothing he’s wearing as soon as he gets home.

Alec gets to his feet and launches across the room, trying not to be too queasy.

“It’s not that bad.” Cat mocks him after the werewolf is magicked calm and wheeled away, and she is smirking at him.

“I wouldn’t touch a woman even if she had a dick.” Alec says dryly, because seelies have no shame and think threesomes should be offered like candy, “but it’s always so much worse when it’s that.” And Alec gestures with a grimace, “magical babies are so much less gross.” He mutters and Cat laughs, smooth and light and comforting after his trauma.

“Babies born from cannibalism, murder and soul destroying power are less gross?” She asks and Alec nods empathically.

“Cat, I have vaginal fluid over most of my body.” And Alec grimaces, “unless Magnus ever got bored of his genitals again, this was never going to be an issue I ever had to deal with. It’s part of our private vows.”

“Oh?” Cat asks like she’s humoring but Alec can tell by the sudden gleam in her tired eyes that she is thriving on his trauma.

“No traumatizing Alec with baby launching parts.” Alec paraphrases and he still feels a little lightheaded. “When Magnus asked me if I was willing to take vows that might set me against the clave, we spent months on it. Going over everything. Every pro and con. And Magnus promised me that while I might have to commit treason, I would never, ever have to deal with stuff like that.” Alec nods decisively, “I’m telling Magnus you kept his promise for him. And that you deserve a day away at the spa. Just the two of you, I’ll watch Madzie if you want.”

And Cat smiles at him, real and warm.

“You know, I didn’t think it would work. Magnus telling people you’d protect them in his stead if they could reach you.” Cat admits and Alec nods, just quietly pleased that she’s recently given permission for him to use her nickname. “But it seems that he’s getting wiser in his old years. Maybe it’s your youth that brings it out in him.”

“I’m going to tell Magnus you implied he is a cradle robber, again.” Alec says, but he’s fighting his own growing smile and Cat is grinning at him.

She reaches out slowly and Alec pretends to duck, butting into her hand like it’s an accident and she gets in a quick ruffle.

“I’d like that.” Cat admits, “if you remind him to bring the good stuff. Even magical spas have weak drinks.” She pauses and looks at him considerably and then adds, “Madzie would love to go to the aquarium again. She threw a fit—“ and when Alec raises a pointed brow Cat laughs and adds, “a very quiet fit, but still a fit. Apparently riding my shoulders isn’t the same as riding yours. She wants you to lift her so she can be up near the sharks and fish.”

And Alec nods, a soft smile on his own face even if his shirt is growing tacky and cold from the… disgusting evidence of new life.

It’s a slow thing, their friendship.

They’re always polite for Magnus’ sake but they both love him too much for it to be enough.

And they all love Madzie and she loves all of them, so they need a genial if not warm relationship.

But Alec is terrible at these things so he gratefully lets Cat lead the path of their friendship and he simply follows.

It’s a big deal for a downworlder. Letting a shadowhunter touch them or touching one. It’s a big deal, Cat letting Alec watch her daughter without Magnus.

Shadowhunters are born to be weapons.

Alec’s body, right down to his bone and blood, is designed and trained and tempered into pure danger.

And the clave doesn’t suffer their warriors to be sympathetic, or empathetic.

Alec’s bare hand is just as dangerous as any blade and unlike shadowhunters, who get to live and die and inflict more pain and trauma in a vicious cycle without consequences.

Warlocks have to live and remember and adapt to never getting justice and always watching the shadows for another glowing blade.

And Alec will never forget the pain in Magnus’ eyes when he explained why some nights, he has to ask Alec to wear a long sleeve turtleneck or a glamour over his runes.

The bad nights, where Magnus is troubled by memories and worried he’ll wake and see runes and think ‘enemy’ instead of ‘mine’.

And Alec stays still and pliable those nights. Covered up with fabric or magic and lets Magnus direct how much they touch and how far they go.

Magnus always marvels at his willingness to adapt to his needs.

And it only makes Alec want to do better, to be better and help heal every single hurt that life has carved into Magnus.

But he keeps his hands where Magnus tells him and he kisses as softly and adoringly as he can when he’s kissed and in the mornings, it’s a little better.

Alec stays still if he wakes first, letting Magnus set the pace for their day and canceling plans if needed.

And he waits to see if Magnus will go to the shower first or sit and slowly strip Alec.

They both always know Alec’s awake at that point, but Alec keeps his eyes closed and his breath even.

And Magnus slowly uses his magic or hands or both to bare Alec’s runes.

And Alec aches to hold Magnus, to thank him for loving Alec inspite of how painful it sometimes is, but Magnus doesn’t want to hear that.

It won’t help.

So Alec bites his lip and lets fingers trace over his runes as Magnus makes sure every rune is in its proper place.

Because even though they sometimes bring up old unhealed hurts, Alec knows that Magnus loves every part of him. Has proven it with mouth and words and kisses as he’s decorated and claimed each angelic mark.

So Alec doesn’t press, doesn’t promise.

He just nods, because this is supposed to be something nice, not stressful.

“I have several days where I'm allowed to be disconnected from the Institute.” Alec shrugs as he talks, “even my phone goes off and Magnus typically hits me with a spell that redirects fire messages. It’s rare but we worked out protocols for it after they almost ruined our anniversary. I can use one, for this.”

It’s a promise that Alec will ensure Madzie never has to see or meet or look at any shadowhunter Cat hasn’t personally vetted.

“You’re very accommodating about this.” Cat says instead of answering and Alec sighs and grimaces when he goes to rub his face and remembers what’s tackily drying on his hands.

“Not really. I mean, the institute isn’t what I would consider a vetted and safe place for her yet.” Alec sighs and closes his eyes, ignoring the hiss of magic and giving Cat a grateful smile as he feels the grime disappear.

He doesn’t like asking for favors and it would be awkward to make an official request for something so small to a newly budding friendship but the cleanliness is a relief.

“It could be years before I have enough respect and control and loyalty over every shadowhunter. It might never be completely safe. And I know you got her right after the event, you know what she was like. What she went through. What she was forced to do there. I don’t want her going there ever again unless we know that the worst she’ll get is a papercut because she tried to color my archives.” Because Alec still remembers how desperate Madzie was to save him, even being threatened and blackmailed and all because they’d shared a quiet smile.

“She’s been asking to visit you there.” Cat admits, “her therapist thinks she might need to walk through it. To process and get past that trauma. She’s not ready to talk about Rouse yet.”

And Alec sighs and he pinches his nose and is relieved when the pressure of his head ebbs a little.

“Okay.” He mutters, “okay I can work with this.”

Cat is giving him a weary but amused look, like she’s exhausted by reality but enjoying his attempts at fixing it.

“Okay. I need to have Magnus come check out the core. We never did a followup after the leylines. And it really is volatile, the clave has reports about it dating back months. I can order an official, clave sanctioned lockdown. It means only myself and my personal team are allowed out of our rooms. Everyone else is sealed into their own rooms with location monitors so sabotage can’t happen.”

Alec ignores the incredulous look he’s getting.

“A lot of shit happened because we didn’t have the right protocols and everyone ignored what we did have.” Alec admits roughly, “so I’ve changed a lot of things. The clave is tentatively letting me, since no one wants to outright argue after the last time they tried to sanction me.”

Magnus had been furious at the attempt and was Alec’s self-appointed advocate. Jia and Imogen both still wince when Alec mentions the love of his life.

“So, after your spa day. Because you’re definitely going to need one after whatever happens and she’ll need a good one before. We can do it. Issue a lockdown. Give Madzie enough time to process a walkthrough and then you’ll get her out of there so Magnus and I can actually do what we need.”

“And your team? Are they loyal? Do you trust them with her?”

And Alec looks at Cat and he grins, dark and feral and furious that he has to protect the child he loves from his own people.

“They know that if they so much as allow Madzie to be hurt in their presence, I’ll take the tripled equivalent of it out of their flesh.” And Alec grins even wider, his lips curling around his maw, “Mirai is my second-in-command and would sacrifice every member of our team and herself to preserve my life and authority. And they all know that I would sacrifice all of them for Magnus, for Madzie.” And he looks at Cat, whose loss would crush Magnus, “and for you.

“My team doesn’t love me, they respect me. They honor me. If they die they want it to be for my cause and in my stead. And it’s what I need, because love can be very fickle. You’ve never met any of them—“ because Alec knows that Cat is trying to ask if his siblings and Clary are a part of his personal team.

They are not.

“But they know the very basics of your identity and Madzie’s and why you’re so important to me. I’ll send you their files later. The unredacted ones.”

The ones even the clave doesn’t have.

“I’ll review it. But if I ask for it, will you be able to keep them away without tipping off anyone else?”

Alec nods, “they can stay in our war room if needed. It’s a new addition, Madzie won’t need to see it. Magnus can seal some of my energy to my tablet so you can use it and watch where each shadowhunter is. Will you need to bring her therapist with her? Magnus will have to trip the wards so their presence isn’t detected.”

The only other person who knows who Madzie’s therapist is, is actually Magnus.

Even Cat doesn’t know for sure.

Alec knows she vetted a group of shadowworld trauma specialists and then gave the only copy of the list to Magnus after they sealed a complicated geas that made her forget the contents.

There’s too much a risk of someone wanting the information Madzie has from Rouse and from Valentine.

So they keep it secret.

So that Madzie is safe.

“This is going to be so incredibly illegal.” Cat mutters but she looks relieved and a little less stressed despite how many clave rules they’ll be… bending.

“Even the portals from Idris go offline.” Alec tries to offer reassurance, “the risk of angelic power backlash is too much of a risk. If anyone catches on to your presence, we say we needed a healer on hand and you couldn’t get a babysitter. No one’s going to be stupid enough to press and not a single person is going to assume it’s happening because of Madzie or her therapy.”

And they wouldn’t because Cat had made her opinion clear on the subject of Madzie being any of the claves business.

Mainly that she was not in fact, their business.

And Magnus and Alec had backed her up.

“Okay. Let me talk to Magnus, and I think if we’re doing this, I'm going to change my mind. I don’t want to, but I think I will need to see all of your memories of her before she came to me.”

And Alec has to suck in a deep breath. Because he offered months ago and the option has been in limbo, Cat worried and unsure if it would help or make things worse.

The door to the maternity ward opens and Alec blinks, astonished that the baby is already born to interrupt their discussion.

Mother and child look thankfully clean, but Alec is still understandably wary as they’re wheeled over to him.

“Do you want to hold her?” The woman asks, eyes glowing as she smiles adoringly over her babe, “maybe Magnus Bane’s magic on you will bless her.”

“Is she—“ and Alec grimaces, “safe?”

And the new mother bares her teeth in offended disdain but Cat just snorts, “yes Alec, the baby is clean. You won’t have to touch ah, what was it you called it earlier, oh yes. ‘Baby launcher fluids?’ You won’t have to touch those again anytime soon.”

And Alec flushes because Cat is paraphrasing and then he’s being laughed at by two women and one of them got very intimate with him medically and the other emotionally.

He scoops up the baby, relieved that she’s clean and warm and healthy and he pets the soft downy hair.

“You’re going to grow up to be very strong.” He soothes as he rocks back and forth on his heels, “and maybe you’ll grow up to have a chocolate allergy but that’s okay. Unlike what Magnus insists, chocolate is not the superior flavor. And even if it was, you’re going to be able to taste sunshine on your tongue and see in the dark and—“ he watches the baby yawn and marvels as a little fist sleepily clutches his finger. “And Magnus is going to keep your home safe—“ he finishes, feeling a little lame because his brain is short circuiting at the strength in the little fist.

“Are all babies this strong or is it just werewolf and nephilim ones?” Alec asks before he can think better of it, he doesn’t see the amused looks pointed his way. He tries to wiggle his finger free but the baby’s face bunches up and Alec freezes.

“Cat—“ he whispers, “do magic. Quick. I can’t tell how much strength to use. What if I break her?.”

And Cat stares at him for a solid minute before she turns, leans against the wall and starts cackling.

Alec counts in his head, trying to keep his breathing as even and slow and possible. Babies are sensitive and if werewolf newborns are anything like nephilim ones, then they come with a set of instincts to protect them.

“Please take your baby back so I don’t wake her up or break her.” He whispers desperately and he gets instead a belly deep laugh and he pettily hopes she wakes up her own baby with all her damn howling.

He stands there, still as he can until Cat finally takes pity and rescues him.

However he’s still holding a grudge and he mutters to her, “you better remember to tell Magnus about what to bring yourself. I am going to conveniently forget.”

It doesn’t make him feel any better when Cat insists on opening a portal and then she shoves him through to the loft’s front door.

“Alexander?” Magnus asks sleepily when Alec finally gets into their room and Alec sighs, trudging over for a kiss before he remembers that magic aside, he’s not actually showered.

“I need sterilization.” He says and misses Magnus’ outstretched hand and startled gaze. Alec is too busy complaining to Cat via text that he can’t take a decontamination shower at Magnus’ and now he has to worry about infecting the loft.

She sends back twenty crying laughing emojis and a kissing heart and a middle finger emoji and Alec gives up.

“You're taking Cat out for a spa day.” He yells as he strips his clothes, still grumpy but sincere in his promises. “But if she asks you for the good stuff to drink, make her work for it!” Because Alec is learning to be petty right up there with Magnus, who is the best.

And Alec is a devoted student.

Alec is very content with himself as he uses his stele to draw a rune so his clothes begin to burn.

Magnus is standing in the doorway, staring at Alec in what he thinks might be shock when Alec finishes.

Which is fair.

Alec is still pretty shook himself.

“Clean first.” Alec promises, because in staying away he’s also denying himself kisses but he won’t subject Magnus to being equally infected.

And then Alec shuts the shower, draws a locking rune on the glass door for good measure and turns the water as hot as it can go.

Magnus is saying something muffled and Alec ignores the flare of his skin as it’s beaten by scalding angry water and just starts dumping bottles of soap over himself.

He manages to get what he feels is decently clean, and then Magnus is ignoring the locking rune, vanishing the entire shower door as he gets an arm around Alec’s waist and hauls him out of the lava masquerading as lava.

“What then actual fuck, Alexsnder?” His amazingly wonderful and incredibly magical Magnus is saying.

“Why is Cat sending me so many emojis? And what does she mean when she says you have occupational trauma?”

And Alec groans because he will forever be haunted.

“I love you.” He tells Magnus, “so much. But please, babe. I will literally happily go back to Edom or commit treason for you, but I cannot handle that again.”

Alec is too relieved at being clean to notice all the things he normally picks up.

So he doesn’t stop Magnus’ frantic call to Cat or Magnus’ horrified amusement at whatever she tells him.

“My poor, traumatized darling.” Magnus says and he presses his mouth to Alec’s forward.

Alec can feel his lips wobbling and he graciously ignores that it’s humor and not sympathy.

“I am.” Alec grumbles, tucking himself closer to Magnus, “traumatized. It was traumatic.” Alec lets out a little mournful sigh, “I really liked how much you liked me in those pants.”

“They could have been washed.” Magnus reminds him and Alec scoffs.

“They. Were. Contaminated. If I’d realized she was going to send me here, I would have refused. I wanted to decontaminate before I came home.”

“How about I draw us a bath?” Magnus asks and he kisses Alec’s shoulder. “

Alec nods and then sighs, “Magnus?” He asks and Magnus immediately makes a listening noise as he sets up the tub. “Can I have a full night's sleep before you never let me live this down?”

“I would never torment you with such a horrific experience.” Magnus lies, like the liar he enjoys being.

Alec gives a deep sigh and Magnus chuckles and kisses his forehead. “For your heroic actions in the face of such dangers, I will give you a full forty-eight hours and I won’t share Cat’s delightful puns until then.”

“How luxurious.” Alec mumbles and he’s falling back asleep, against Magnus and in the water.

Safe and clean.

[addadmelechtheincubus]

The man reeked of sour, pustulent desire, even if at first glance he looked like some schlub in a rain-damp hoodie.

"I'm here for Monique." he said, voice burbling wetly in the back of his throat. "I'm her boyfriend."

"You're a stalker who we've banned from this place before. She's not your girlfriend. Now, first chance. Turn around and walk your ass back out and none of this will have ever happened." Tsedi took off his apron, whispering to the wards he'd so carefully scribed into foundations when Stevie first gave a homeless man and his cat a place to crash upstairs years before.

"She's my SOULMATE!" the man shrieked, spraying reeking spittle at Tsedi.

"She's a barista who smiled at you when you bought a coffee six months ago," he said calmly, watching the veins twitch in the man's throat. "What, you buy some dried demon goat testicles on DeBay to mix in your morning smoothie there, buddy? If you remember, we've 'bounced you out of here before, and that policy is not gonna change."

"SHE'S MINE!" He swung at Tsedi, too fast for human reflexes, and as Tsedi stepped past, shattering the man's forearm with one hand before bringing his other elbow into his throat, he thought he heard tendons snapping under the skin.

The man dropped to the floor, wheezing, and Tsedi glared down at him. "Chance the second. You drag yourself out that door and none of this ever happened."

There was a howl and a horrid sound of rending meat as the legs and chitinous tail erupted from the stalker's back.

"Oh for fuck's..." Tsedi didn't finish the sentence before the tail, gleaming bloody wet, slammed him into the counter. He felt the bricks crack under the impact, before too many insectile arms dragged him back only to slam his face down onto the countertop.

"She's mine my soulmate but always everyone's in the way and i will make her see that and..."

"TUITIO" At Tsedi's word, mumbled against the concrete countertop, the wards shimmered into life. Outside the gleaming barrier, the rain and thunder paused, and in Tsedi's hand, a single feather with a burning eye glimmered into existence. "DISSULTO"

It exploded against the stalker, sending him reeling backwards. Tsedi pushed off the counter and shoved his jaw back into place. "So, no dried demon goat testicles. You actually sold your soul for." He gestured with disgust. "Whatever this is you have going on. So. Third chance, you crawl out this door and disappear and none of this ever happened."

With a string of obscenities, the stalker launched himself at Tsedi before one, then ten, then thirty feather pierced him, pinning him to the wall like some grotesque insect.

Tsedi examined him, hair now falling in a cascade of peacock feathers, skin the absolute black of the abyss. Eyes burning like old suns and the faintest steam rising with each exhale. It was at odds with his bloodied, rumpled oxford and jeans. "You let yourself believe you were entitled to someone else. People like you disgust me." He patted he man's cheek, voice almost the negative of sound. "I gave you three chances and you thought yourself better than them, so I'm not gonna let you be someone else's problem." Tsedi brushed his lightless lips against the man's twitching cheek. "But people like you are a foul meal."

With each word, he began to shrivel, skin twisting and drying and contracting as the tissue beneath crumbled to dust. By the end, there was nothing, and Tsedi dropped the barriers. He could feel a burning in his chest and his stomach, the taste of the man's twisted desire like rotting garbage in his guts.

Brendan came up the stairs, confused as to why he'd just been down there again. But before he could say anything, "Brendan, go home. You've had a long day." The kid marched out the door, still in the hockey gear just as Tsedi, fully human again, lurched to the nearest trashcan, vomiting up the stalker's foul desire in a disgusting mass of clicking beetles that evaporated with the smell of curdled milk.

"Serves me right, eating crap on an empty stomach." He wheezed over the trashcan, then sank to the floor. His shirt felt wet, and he sighed, about ready to complain about getting scorpion ichor out of the fabric when he saw it crystalizing, jeweled specks of red and green. He leaned against the cracked counter with a laugh. "Damn Heaven and Hell alike. I'm getting too old for this shit."

Cascade Coffee (Intro)

It was raining in great grey sheets, the wind tugging umbrellas from the grips of hapless pedestrians and Tsedi couldn't have been happier as he rounded the corner.

He paused, looking at the little side street as the rain ticked loudly against his coat. The leaves were just beginning to turn, and in the desaturated afternoon, the lights of the shops and the apartments above them glowed.

(there was a part of him that still remembered a time before heaven and hell, before powers so much greater than them dragged the chaldyki into their war, when his kind- neither demon, nor angel, had chased the sunrise across the world, singing. They had danced between stormclouds as beautiful as any clear blue sky and he shivered as the rain hit his face. He put the feeling away just as quickly. Being half-human meant it was easier to hide, but Big Feelings out in the world wouldn't do him any favors)

From the Coffee Shop, Monique yelled at him. "What are you DOING, get in here before you catch a cold, dumbass!"

~~

Tsedi tested the wards on the shop with the smallest push as he entered the jingling door- the way humans might check a CO2 detector - and gave the day manager a grin. "Great weather."

"You're so wierd." She sighed. "That coffee pot came in earlier. It just sat there staring at me. How can something that doesn't have face STARE?" Monique gestured at the door. "Also Adora has been putting up flyers on the community board for that stupid fashion show. She was looking for you."

"You could've called me to come in earlier." He answered as they moved to the back room. He hung up his dripping coat and rubbed a towel through his hair.

"Stevie said if I called you too often she'd hunt me for sport. You never take any days off." Monique pouted.

"Well, it's true, I don't really have a social life." Tsedi shrugged. He rolled up his sleeves, the swirling edges of the tattoos on his arms just peeking out from the folds, and put on his apron. "Me and Val watch a lot of movies."

Monique just looked at him with pity. "You are god's wettest little meow meow, you know that man. How does someone who looks like you not have a social life."

Tsedi just laughed as the rest of the second shift crew started to filter in. "I guess i'm just lucky."

[ezeywolf]

Make you sin. [Kate Bishop x Reader]

Based on this request. hope you enjoy it buddy!

Summary: Even if she has a halo in her head, that won't stop you making her sin.

Warning(s): pure smut, legal age gap, implied cheating, slight degradation, use of sex toys. Apologies for wrong grammars, English is not my first language. MINORS UNDER +18 DNI.

Please refrain from copying and publishing my stories as your own, there would be an indication about where/what platforms my stories are currently published. reblogs, commenting, and liking is highly appreciated.

Thin, long wood carved into small cylinder shapes clatter and lay messy all around the floor. While the loud dragging of a heavy desk reverberated in the room, Kate's feet rose to its tiptoes, the side of her face pressed against the surface of the mahogany, cheek squished that the side of her lips in a half pout, in which a small whimper escaped from them.

Bending her over on the desk in her mother's office, away from the ongoing party downstairs, Kate feels the weight of your body pressing her more, your cold hand left goosebumps on its wake as it trailed along upwards her skin of the curve of her ass, tugging her silk dress to her waist. Her bare thighs were pushed open, wedging yourself on the center.Bending her over on the desk in her mother's office, away from the ongoing party downstairs, Kate feels the weight of your body pressing her more, your cold hand left goosebumps on its wake as it trailed along upwards her skin of the curve of her ass, tugging her silk dress to her waist. Her bare thighs were pushed open, wedging yourself on the center.

She could feel the intense pressure between her legs as you furiously drive your hips forward and sheathed your strap into her wet cunt, sinking it to the hilt that it draw a loud, shaky moan from her throat.

“Better keep quiet, baby.” Kate shivered when your warm breath hit the back of her ears, your airy voice hushing her stirred her more. “We don't want your mother to hear us, do we?”

Kate's attempt to shake her head failed due to being literally crushed on table. Your vigorous pump were close to sending her over the edge, her voice getting louder each passing second.

“I said quiet.” Your grumbles were laced with a hard grunt.

You lower yourself forward, bracing your weight on one hand while you shoved three of your fingers in Kate's mouth with the other to silence her. With that you abruptly thrust your hips and rammed your cock deep inside her, filling her to the brim. Kate's body retaliates, her lower back arching onto your front, hands shooting forward to grab anything she could put her hands on to bare the pleasure quickly building in her lower abdomen, only to end up with nothing that her finger nails scraped the table creating jagged lines.

The desk underneath the both of you shook and stagger forward from your hips drilling your cock mercilessly in Kate's pussy, her arousal displayed dripping down her inner thighs.

Your mouth that had bit into her shoulder released its hold when a deep chuckle rumble in your throat. “Mother's angel of a daughter isn't that innocent, is she?”

You licked the indents your teeth left on her skin, trailing it side-wards to hover her ears. “No matter how good everyone think you are or even of you have a halo on your head—”

One hard thrust Kate's body surrendered; her throaty cries were muffled by your finger in her mouth, fingernails aching against the hard wood, toes —the only thing that keeps her up— curled, because of that you take it upon yourself to support her limp body.

“—I'll make you sin again and again.” You utter breathlessly, gazing at Kate's trembling body before you. “You're mine. I own you. No one know's how much of a slut you are but me.”

[useless-sfw-fanfictions]

MHA Littles and Their Caregivers! - SHOUTO TODOROKI (feat. SERO)

This is all a matter of opinion, as to who I think is a little and who I think would be their caregiver/babysitter. Some characters are both/flips! These are also little stories of how they learned about regression or found out about their classmates, etc. These are just bare minimum scenes and little headcanons. If someone would like a full fic of it, feel free to prompt me! My ask box is always open <3 *.·:·.✧ Masterlist of Characters ✧.·:·.*

CW: uncontrollable wetting, bed wetting

Shouto had no idea what age regression was before moving into the dorms.

He just spaces out sometimes, cries himself to sleep, and that is that. He's had a traumatized childhood and so of course he would have some weird moments in his life. There is nothing wrong.

Following the events of Kamino Ward, Shouto starts to have worse and worse nightmares that usually result in him waking up crying (as well as falling asleep crying) and having wet himself while sleeping.

Unsure of what to do, he just cleans his sheets (sitting down in the laundry room by himself and spacing out entirely while he waits for the buzz of the machine) and just thinks that it is... normal. He thinks that it is a one-time thing and that it won't happen again so it is fine.

It happens again. It happens a lot, actually.

Sero is the one that ends up explaining age regression to Shouto.

He is up one night after playing video games with Kirishima for too long and when he goes down for a midnight snack he runs into Shouto carrying his bedding down to the laundry room.

"What's up, buddy?" Sero asks too cheerfully for someone who is awake at 4am.

"Uh," Shouto stops in the hallway and stares awkwardly at the floor. He is holding his wet bedding, his hair is a mess, and he's not wearing any pants (only underwear) and no shirt (he'd just hastily thrown on the new underwear after wetting his other clothes). He doesn't have any sort of an excuse so he doesn't give one, "I need to wash some stuff."

Sero watches him walk away and stops him again, "Roki! Do you need any help?"

"Uh... no."

"Hmm."

That night just so happens to be the night that Shouto forgot he ran out of detergent. When he realizes, the clothes and blankets are in the machine already, he turns around and chases after Sero. And then the boy gets to stay down with Shouto while he waits for his bedding to wash and dry.

Of course, he asks questions, he even runs up to his own room to grab a pillow and blanket to make Shouto a little more comfortable down there. The boy gets really quiet and accepts the cuddles without complaint.

It becomes a regular thing between them, Sero never judging or making Shouto feel bad for needing to wash his bed. He just lets Shouto sit close to him and they don't really talk because Shouto never responds when they are like this.

After a few times, Sero starts to put the pieces together and explains what he knows about age regression from going through all of this with his best friend Denki. Shouto is confused at first, but he thinks that maybe it is what has been going on with him.

Shouto uses these late nights to experiment with his regression.

They start really small and let Shouto suck his thumb one night and that changes everything. The moment he wakes up two nights later in wet bedding, he sends his friend a single text and then he is following a sleepy Sero who is carrying his bedding down the hallway with his thumb secured in his mouth.

The two of them begin to navigate a regressor-caregiver relationship quite quickly after that.

Eventually, staying up in the middle of the night like they have been starts taking a toll on their student lives, and staying awake is getting to be more difficult. So Sero, now comfortable being called Shouto's caregiver at this point, suggests a solution that will prevent Shouto's bed from facing his bladder so Shouto can sleep through the night.

Shouto becomes one of the only littles from class 1-A to use diapers, but it is something that just Sero and Shouto know about. Even once all of the littles come out and it becomes a common occurrence with the class, Shouto still doesn't tell them about his diapers. Not that he is necessarily embarrassed by them, it is just something that only Sero is reserved for.

Sero is Shouto's main caregiver.

Shouto will accept care from other people if he needs, but the times that he regresses without Sero is few and far in between. And he really only regresses during the day if the class is lounging together and he has the chance to cuddle up to his caregiver, then he will pop his thumb in his mouth and close his eyes.

Sero learns fairly quickly when he has to interrupt a sleeping regressed Shouto and when the boy is merely dozing lightly. When his body starts to relax further and further into his side, Sero will pause whatever conversation he is having, or videogame he is playing, to gently nudge the dual-haired boy awake and lead him stumbling up towards his dorm room.

Once they get there, he will change Shouto into a pair of pull-ups (so that if he does remember to use the bathroom he can but doesn't need to) and a comfy pair of baggy sweatpants so no one can see the outline of them. Then they will wander back down to the common room, sometimes Sero will carry the boy on his hip and other times they will just walk together, and no one else questions it really.

Each little has their own special needs and having so many people willing to take care of them has not only brought the class closer, but pretty much guarentees that all needs are met.

They've been a big happy family since first year, nothing is going to change that.

[angellissy]

Hey :) I’ve never requested anything before so I’m sorry if i do it wrong hahah

But could I request something where instead of ward faking his death it’s rafe who has to do it and none of the pouges know about your relationship until it’s you crying in the dock instead of Sarah. And when you and the piggies go on the “rescue” mission to get Sarah off of the boat you see rafe and eventually end up staying with him and leaving your friends

I’m sorry if this is really long xx thank you for taking the time to read my request

R E A C H I N G  F O R  T H E  S U R F A C E

SEASON TWO SPOILERS!

rafe Cameron x Reader

warnings: angst with a big a, canon rafe (maybe a bit softer), toxic relationship, rafe playing the victim card, death and talks of suicide.

a/n: I feel like it is of importance that I tell you all that I have done everything in my power not to romanticize the rafe cameron character and if I have then please kindly let me know because sometimes it can be hard. However I still need to say that I am writing through the eyes of the “reader” who very much still cares for this boy, which also means that the way the reader deals with things might not have been your way. If any more warnings should be included in the beginning, feel free to let me know. I hope you enjoy this fic which I am actually very proud of. A big thanks to @snkkat​ who is my proof reading buddy. Also thanks for sending in the request, I LOVED writing it! <3

They say that when you die your life flashes before your eyes, but how about when you watch someone else die? For as you watched him die, the life and moments the two of you had shared flashed before your eyes like a string of reminders of a life and love lost. It felt as if there was no air for you to breathe, you weren’t even sure how long it had been since you managed to take a full breath. Your mind was running in circles, trying to grasp what had just occurred, replaying the scene over and over again until you were not even sure what reality you were in. With a hammering heart and a split soul, you were kneeling on the dock, just minutes after watching your first love take his own life. You could not even remember how you had gotten out here in the first place, you just wished that you would have stayed behind as all your friends rushed toward a disaster in waiting. Perhaps that would have spared you some of the heartbreak, spared you from hearing him scream that he loved you one last time, spared you from seeing his boat go up in flames. But no, you were sure that for as long as you lived, you would see that blazing inferno whenever you closed your eyes.

There were arms around you, an attempt to soothe your shaking body, it only made you feel more trapped in a memory you would never escape. Those arms lifted you up and suddenly you were walking, mixed in all the anger and sadness there was a surprise that your body was even able to function. It felt as if you were outside of your body watching everything occur, you watched as Kiara and JJ helped you sit down on a sofa and as they draped a blanket over your shoulders. You watched it unfold, but you couldn’t feel it and there was no way that you would be able to respond to their worried questions. Instead, you were stuck in a mind that replayed everything Rafe had ever said or done to you as if that somehow could manifest him back to life. That stuck-up boy with the golden hair had been your first boyfriend, complicated as the relationship may have been, it had been the first time you ever experienced something close to love. Just days ago you had stood before him, tears in your eyes and heart in your throat as you called the relationship off. For a very long time, he had not been the boy you fell for, but rather a ghost of who he once was. Where he had once been sweet and tender with you, there had only been cold stares and words sharp enough to cut through ice. You were not oblivious to the fact that he struggled with issues you could never comprehend, but you refused to be an accomplice in his undoing. Time after time you had tried to be the person he could cling to when the world sat heavily upon his shoulders, but you soon realized that love and affection could not solve all problems. Oh, and you had loved him so much that you would have done anything for him to smile at you the way he had when he uttered those big three words for the first time. He had watched you with eyes that held so much adoration that you thought that they would never dim, that they would shine brighter for each time his eyes found yours. But eventually, they had dulled, and so you had realized that you would not sacrifice yourself no matter how much you cared for him. It did not matter that you had called things off with him or that you had decided to leave him in order to save yourself, for the knowledge that he was actually gone made it feel like someone was clawing at your heart and trying to rip it apart. It felt like no time in the world would be able to heal the pain in your chest or dry the tears falling from your eyes.

Time was indeed a funny thing, how seconds turned into minutes and how then those minutes became hours. Hours that you spent reminiscing over a life you thought you had given up before it was lost forever. You clung to the memories of him as if they were the lifebuoy keeping an anchor from pulling you down in a sea made up of your own sorrow. You knew that you were staying in your own made-up memories of a relationship with more bad times than good, but a part of you felt that you could not grieve the person he had become. For he had been vile and horrid, and if you acknowledged that, you would feel guilty for the sadness overwhelming you. So yes, you stayed in your made-up reality and wept for the boy that could have been. As hours turned into days, your friends made every effort to comfort you and try to get you out of the room that had become your place of mourning. Their tries aggravated you, for they did not understand the feelings rushing through your body at such speed it made you lightheaded. Each one of them had hated Rafe Cameron with at least one bone in their body and you knew how some of them had looked the day he died as if they were content that he was finally gone. Relieved that he could no longer plague them with taunts and threats that might have become reality was it not for his passing. You might have understood this, had it not been for the grief and guilt plaguing every bone in your body.

As days turned into weeks, you eventually came to appreciate their efforts to help you. It was like your vision was starting to clear and you could finally start trying to live your life again, and the first step to doing that was always to surround yourself with people that made you roar with laughter. Their ventures to try and find the Cross of Santo Domingo, were helpful, to say the least. Those adventures were as distracting as they were terrifying since the outcome was never given. Your mixed friend group of pogues and kooks had actually found that damn cross as well. Who would have thought that a bunch of high school kids would be able to find a historic relic? The answer would have been no one, and that is why you don’t underestimate kids with no limits. The cross had been in your grasp until a greedy and manipulative Ward Cameron came along and grabbed it. Ever since that particular happening, things started going south fast and it all ended up with Sarah being kidnapped by her own guardians. It also ended up with the rest of you stowed away like cargo on the ship she was on. While John B and Pope carried out their plan to find Sarah and the famous cross, you, JJ, and Kie sweated from every pore as you waited to hear from them. You had zoned out, staring mindlessly into one of the walls of the container, in the background you could hear your two friends talk about their dreams for the future. Something about going on several surfing trips at various destinations with each other, and that part made your heart ache. Sure, after everything he had done, a future with Rafe had not been one of your dreams. Still, as you listened to your friends talk, you could only remember a time where he had been everything you wanted in life. You pressed your palms upon your face as if you somehow could force every memory of him to remain in that little part of your brain where you were hoping they would become forgotten. A loud clank dragged you out of your thoughts and you looked up just in time to see Pope and John B climb in through that small window opening, followed by a woman you had never ever seen. Shortly after that, problems started to arise and soon all of you were scrambling out of the container in hopes of not being detected by the workers on the boat. They were in obvious search of all of you, which made you sweat even more than you had done inside the container. All of you received different plans on how to tackle the situation, yours was to act as a lookout for John B as he searched for Sarah.

You followed him down to what you could only assume was the boiler room since steam was thick in the air and you took your place by the door as he ventured further down. His desperate cries for Sarah echoed through the room and you dearly wished for a response to be heard, but there was nothing except the sound of his shoes against the floor. Thump, thump, thump and then utter silence until John B utters a name that made it feel as if the floor was pulled away from under your feet.

“Rafe.”

One of your hands finds the doorframe, a poor attempt to steady yourself as you try to figure out if this is a trick played by your grieving mind. You take a few breaths and as the silence is once again interrupted by two raised voices, you follow John B’s path down into the room. The heart in your chest is beating so hard that it feels like you are going to throw up, and it only gets worse the nearer you come. At first, you only see your friend, but then you look past him

and

your

heart

stops.

Rafe Cameron had died in front of your very eyes, so either the gods were playing a nasty cruel joke or you had lost the battle with your mind. You shut your eyes just to open them again, and no matter how many times you did it, he still remained. What happened next was a bit peculiar to you, for weeks you had drowned in grief where sadness was the constant emotion, but as you looked him in the eye and saw that he was very much alive, rage and anger crushed into you with the force of a thousand waves. You stepped toward him, only for an arm to shoot out to stop you, and John B added to his gesture by saying “Don’t”. Laughter bubbled in your throat, for who was he to tell you what you could or could not say to your “dead” ex-boyfriend who seemed to never stop causing you grief.

“Find Sarah.” John B hesitated for a few moments before following your unspoken order to leave you and Rafe alone. It wasn’t surprising considering that his worry for Sarah would always overpower anything else. Once again you looked into Rafe’s blue eyes, remembering a time when you used to stare in them for so long you would see specks of green and grey. Had you searched for those colors now, you would probably have found them. However, you were trying to decipher whatever feeling that was shining in them, was it anger? No, his other features were too soft for that and the hand holding his weapon had gone slack as he watched you. Maybe it was relief? No that was not it either, for why would he be relieved to see you? You were not the one who had died and left the other behind. You stepped even closer to him, the simmering anger inside of your veins made your hands shake and he looked at them briefly as if he wanted to take them in his. Your hands clenched into fists and you watched as his shoulders dropped the tiniest bit, and suddenly you knew exactly what was shining in his eyes.

Love, and sadness. Your heart started to speed up again, and you knew that once you opened your mouth, the anger and grief that had become part of you, would tumble out in words that you would never be able to take back. But he had done something much worse, so he would listen, you would make sure of it. Your lips parted slightly and he must have seen it for his words came first.

“I- fuck I am sorry okay? But I had to do it, you wouldn’t understand but I had to do it, it was the best for everyone.” As he says this you can’t help the sound that slips through your lips, it was supposed to be a laugh but it sounds more like a sob. His eyes flicker between you and everything else in the room as if there was anything in here that could save him for this conversation. You move your hands toward your chest and his eyes watch as you press them hard against your chest, against the heart that won’t stop breaking.

“Best for everyone?” Your voice is the combination of a whisper and a ragged breath “Did you have my best interest in mind when you let me believe you had blown yourself up?” He winces and makes an attempt to say something but you hold up a hand to stop him. “Did it ever occur to you how your little stunt would affect the one person who still, despite everything, loved you?” This time, your voice has started to rise towards something like a scream, and how could you not scream when there is so much sadness inside of you that it felt like just looking at him would turn your body into a pool of water.

“You broke up with me, so don’t start acting like a victim where you aren’t one.” His features are starting to morph into those he carries when anger overcomes him, but you will not back away from this. Your hands are in your hair, pulling at it as if that would help you make sense of this situation. “You broke my heart long before I broke yours.” You can’t help the way your voice breaks or the tears that start falling from your eyes.“You needed and still need help and until you receive that help, you are prone to hurt anyone in your vicinity.” Now it is his turn to drag his hands through his hair and his breaths come faster and faster until you realize that he is starting to hyperventilate. He sinks to the floor and you follow, not sure how to help when it feels like his state is mirroring your own. With cautious movements, you place your hands on his shoulders, and the shaking of his body sends trembles throughout yours. For a while nothing happens, you just sit there with your hands on his body and watch him fall apart. Perhaps you should have been glad that he was suffering, after everything he had done to you he deserved it. But you couldn’t feel anything other than anguish and as a sob escaped his body every restraint you had kept on yourself broke and you hugged him towards your chest. You could never save him, but he clung to you as if you had the power to undo every wrong he had ever done. After a while, he looks up at your tear-streaked face and one of his hands reaches up to cup it. You want to look away because you can see everything in those eyes of his, every regret and every wish he has ever had. His forehead leans towards you and you feel his hot breath against your skin. As you breathe in the scent of cologne and feel his skin against yours, you feel overwhelmed by the fact that he is actually here. You notice that his lips part and for a second you are scared that he is going to kiss you, but he must know that there is a limit to your patience with him so he just whispers words with the promise of what could have been. “I wanted to be good for you.” A small smile takes place on your lips and you close your eyes as you try to restrain the well of emotions inside of you. “I know Rafe, I know.” He breathes out a little, almost as if he is relieved that you are aware that he tried in a world and with a mind constantly working against him. You knew, but you also knew that there was someone else out there for you. Someone who would love you in a way that Rafe would never be able to, in a way that would not send the two of you to the bottom of the ocean. Whoever was out there would make you swim. For so long you had wanted to believe that Rafe was the one, despite all his flaws you would have given anything for him to be your future. It was a relief to know that you could and deserved to have more. But you also knew that you needed to do something before that could happen.

“I will stay-.” Before you could even finish your sentence he whipped his head up to look at you with such hope you never wanted to continue talking. You swallowed hard and forced yourself to go on. “I will stay with you just to make sure you receive the help you need.” His whole body deflated and you had to bite your lip in order not to cry again. Eventually, he nodded and you closed your eyes in relief. You knew that this had to be the right move, no one else would listen to him or make sure he got help, so you needed to be the one to did. Just enough so that you finally could start swimming towards the surface.

[darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght]

Chapter 4- Part 5

But now- what’s actually down Blacksteam Street?

It’s…long, that’s for sure. There better be something cool at the end of this.

Well, there’s a suspicious-looking guy skulking in the alley right there. Let’s fight him.

AGAIN WITH THE GRASS WEAKNESSES- geez, is Summer ever gonna get to do anything with these Trainers? 

Oh well- send in Whiskers with Zen Headbutt, and any Fire-type moves Salandit might know will get mitigated by the Rain (even with STAB).

Of course you were, EVERYONE in this city is. I think the hunger for battles has spread to me- not Xera, me, the IRL player, I’m sending in Xera to beat up people with her Pokémon left and right!

Also don’t worry about Whiskers’ HP being in the red, she’s fiiiiine-

I do not, and I don’t think I want to?

Oh hey, a new PokéMart! That’s super handy, even if Xera still can’t afford much right now. Let’s go in and see what they’ve got…after looking at this street sign, of course.

Crystal Street, huh? Mm…yeah, not gonna go up there yet, especially since there’s still stuff to look at over here.

Oh? That doesn’t build confidence.

Alright, have fun buddy.

So let’s go to the counter and see what’s here, exactly.

Oh. Oh, it’s…literally the same stuff as the Grand Hall Mart. Well, that kid did say the city Marts don’t sell much, and yet I’m still disappointed.

Now, back down Blacksteam Street, we’ve got all these buildings to look into. Let’s just go down one by one, starting with the one closest to the Mart.

Jasper Ward, huh? And a big forest…is that the weird purple one I saw before? Are there even any green places near Peridot Ward? Maybe I should look at the map again to see if I can discern where this Malchous Forest is…

Hey??? What?? I can just do that? I can see the names of the wards and other places on the map already? Why am I shocked by this? That’s like a common thing in maps in video games, but like- why am I only now figuring out I can do this!? I can see EVERYTHING-

You know what- not gonna open that can of worms right now, I know where Jasper Ward is now, that’s all that matters, let’s just…move on.

The plot, my dear.

Oh, that’s neat. Not that I need many of those at the moment, but still- neat.

Next building!

Still useless!

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