#she met her husband by the dumpster

[keibea]

her name is fiorella and i lubs her very much goodbye

[functionofjules]

At Last

Pairing: Five Hargreeves X (She/her) Synopsis: (Taking place at the start of Season 2) Y/n finds herself alone in the sixties. Just as she begins to give up hope of ever getting home to her husband, Five, she’s pleasantly surprised. A/N: Reader has healing powers which lead to enhanced abilities like endurance and strength. Aged up Five in my interpretation. Feeling nostalgic after the series finale.

I slam to the ground with a force that could rival an elephant cracking my spine. Luckily enough, I have a tendency to avoid the repercussions from a fall of such heights. I can practically feel my cells regenerating already.

My tattered Umbrella Academy uniform that I borrowed from Allison’s closet upon Five and I’s arrival is reeking of the events of the last week. I’m not particularly fond of it and due to my lack of personal hygiene lately, I think I may be due for an outfit change.

I observe my surroundings. It seems I’m far away from home. By that I mean directly next to a dumpster.

I cautiously make my way into the street and take note of the vintage style of clothing. This indicates I’ve been dropped somewhere between the 50s-60s. This is confirmed when I steal a glance at a newspaper dated March 5th, 1960. At this point I feel myself begin to hyperventilate. Not necessarily because of the date but because I can’t seem to find a single Hargreeves sibling, most importantly my husband, Number Five.

I stagger backward until my back hits a wall that I slide down. Just as the tears begin to pour, a figure casts a shadow over my hunched position. I look up in hopes of a familiar face but am only met with a stranger. She has soft blonde hair framing her face which honestly reminds me of that actress, Florence Pugh, from the only film Five and I had time to see.

In pitying tone accompanied by her southern drawl she asks “You okay, Pumpkin? What’s the matter? You look like you ain’t doing too hot.”

I let a shaky breath escape and contemplate how much information I should give this woman. There’s no way in hell I’m explaining how my husband and I just attempted to stop the end of the world only the end up being separated from him and the rest of his family. So I settle for the next best thing.

“I’m a little lost,” I admit “My family and I got separated and I have nowhere to go.”

“Aw you poor thing!” She exclaims, bending down to my level and taking my hand “You want to come with me? I can getcha something to eat and figure things out from there.”

I nod, standing to my feet.

“That sounds nice. Thank you…” I falter realizing we hadn’t properly introduced ourselves.

She takes both my hands in hers and says “Charlotte, but you can call me Lottie.”

“I’m Y/n,” I say, offering my first smile since getting thrown out of that portal “Y/n Hargeeves.”

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It’s been three years since I was dropped in Dallas and a lot has changed.

Lottie and I live together I her two bedroom loft apartment and work together everyday at the local diner. It was quite different from my work at the Commission but not to brag, I’ve developed a very impressive coffee pouring time.

I haven’t heard anything from Five. At first I figured he’d come along right after me but he never did. A part of me holds out hope he got dropped somewhere further ahead in the timeline then me or got caught up with someone putting out a hit on him but I’m losing that hope. But I’m okay here with Lottie. I’ve built myself a nice life in Dallas.

I had just expected it to be another normal day at the diner. I tied my apron in a tight knot around my waist, told Lottie to hurry up, and we began to rush down the street together.

I had told Lottie a little about Five. How we were in love and we always protected each other. She knows better than anyone how much I miss him.

We rush into the diner with the ring of the bell behind us and ran to the back to put away our bags. Just as we’re about to head through the door my manager calls, “Y/n! I need you to give one of the chefs a hand with the pantry inventory.”

I shrug “Okay boss!”

A shoot Lottie a wave and run back to help our chef, Dave, count various condiments.

I was still in there after about fifteen minutes when Lottie ran back with a strange look in her eye. She slammed the door with such force I almost slipped off the stool I was balanced on.

“Sorry!” She apologizes, but I can tell she can’t contain herself for long “There’s a guy asking for you.”

I raise a brow “Asking for me? Is it that Harry guy again? Because he gives me the creeps, I’m really not in the mood to-“

She shushes me

“No it’s not Charlie! I really think you ought to get out there. I’ll finish up back here for ya!” She cuts me off, practically shoving me out the door.

“Okay, okay!” I say, chuckling at her intensity “I’ll go! Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

I think nothing of what could be on the other side of that door cause I know it’ll be the same thing everyday. I snatch my notepad out of my apron and the pen from behind my ear.

“Welcome in! What can I do for you today?” I say. I was about to list off the specials until I look up and see Luther Hargreeves sat next to…”Five?”

He blinks behind the counter saying “Hello Darling-“

I don’t let him get to far before a tackle him with kisses. Every inch of his face is smeared in my burgundy lipstick and it takes everything in me to stop there. I let him stand to his feet as tears spring to my eyes.

“I can’t believe you’re here! I can’t believe-“ And then the anger sets in “I can’t believe you!”

His brown furrows as I begin to land strikes to his chest.

“You left me! You abandoned me for three years! I was terrified I was never going to see you again! How could you do something so reckless!” I tell. There’s a large part of me that knows it isn’t actually his fault but I choose to neglect that right now. My hits become harder and it’s only then he gently grasps my wrists and lays his forehead against mine.

Throughout my whole fit, he is shushing me and whispering “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry my love. I didn’t want to. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”

I finally cease my attacks and begin to breathe easily again. Once I’m calm I turn back towards my brother in law.

“Hi Luther.”

“Oh,” he says with an awkward attempt at a smile “Hello!”

Just then, Lottie reveals herself from behind the kitchen doors and walks over. She scans the scene and smirks at me, saying “Hey pumpkin! Care to introduce your friends?”

I chuckle introducing everyone “Lottie, this is my husband, Five Hargreeves. And this is my brother in law, Luther.”

“Alright!” She replies with a smile “Who wants coffee?”

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Love You More Than Anything

@beef-brisket

In the beginning there was the Garden of Eden that housed the first humans, Adam and Lilith. They were each other's equals and meant to be each other's spouses.

But they did love each other and Lilith wanted to control Adam. Upset he fled the garden to be alone and figure out what he really wanted.

That's when he met the Seraphim Angel, Sera. She was intrigued by the strong willed human and had come to care for him like a mother would a child. She cared for him and taught him things but there was only so much he could understand.

Wanting more for the man she considered a son, Sera plucked an apple from the tree of knowledge to give him the forbidden fruit.

But things went so wrong so fast, Lilith and her new husband Evan were also given the fruit and this brought sin to the earth.

For ruining humanity Sera and Adam were cast out of the garden into the darkest depths of the Earth, where they could only see the worst humanity had to offer and never seeing the good.

Knowing she made an unforgivable mistake, Sera became deeply depressed.

Adam became determined to find a way to help make things better, not just for Hell but for his mama too.

-

It was extermination day and Adam, the prince of Hell always went out afterwards to survey the damage. Most people never took his help, telling him to fuck off, but he still offered it.

Adam sighed: Might as well head back.

He decided to take a short cut through an alleyway and that was when he saw him.

A blonde haired man was leaning against the dumpster clearly hurt and even though he clearly needed help Adam couldn't help but notice how handsome he was.

Adam went over: Are you okay? Do you want some help?

Lucifer opened his eyes and if it hadn't of been for the black and gold horns coming from brunette locks, he would have sworn he saw an angel.

Lucifer: Please.... I'm hurt....

Adam wrapped a head wound and helped him up: My name's Adam.

Lucifer smiled: Lucifer, it's nice to meet you..... Thank you.

Adam: You're welcome, let's get you inside. You can stay at my hotel until you're better.

[ljh-writing-blog]

Batmom #1

     The first time you encountered the Batman, who you would later know as Bruce Wayne and your husband, is a day you would never forget.  Gotham’s Dark Knight had rescued you from a life of villainy and crime, your personal hero. It was the start of something beautiful you always said, although your relationship was anything but smooth in the beginning.

Past 

    You were a test subject of Jonathon Crane, he wanted to use fear toxin and psychological torture to awaken meta-genes in ordinary humans and you happened to be his most promising subject at the time. You remember volunteering for the program, they had framed it as test-trials for a new drug meant to strengthen immune systems and increase quality of life in exchange for a hefty payment dependent on how long you stayed in the program. After two years living in shitty motels and alleys you jumped on the offer. Anything was better than petty theft, eating from garbage cans, and sleeping in corrupt homeless shelters.

     Living in Gotham wasn’t kind, after your apartment and all your belongings had been destroyed when the Joker decided to go on a bombing spree you had no choice but to turn to the streets at 20 years old. Gotham’s Mayor and city officials had promised their citizens they would be rehomed and cared for, in reality the displaced apartment renters received a check for a hundred dollars worth of groceries and a two day stay at any hotel in the city. You gave your hotel and grocery voucher to your neighbor with two small children and an elderly mother to care for, she needed it more than you by far. Recuperating after that was nearly impossible. Anyone who said homeless people should just get a job was a damn fool, it wasn’t nearly as easy as it seemed when nice clothing and access to a shower was in scarce supply. The city had failed it’s people and it wouldn’t be the first time it failed Y/N. 

     In the beginning there was sixteen of you, an even split between the men and women. Some of them you recognized, like the two girls who worked the corner of your “street” night and day. There was a third usually with them but she had been murdered two weeks ago. The cops suspected an overdose but the streets knew, they talked and whispered in the night. She had been killed by a client, dumped in the alley that Y/N usually stayed in. That night had been awful, she had been the one to inform them of their friend’s death. She assumed her death had been a wake up call for the women, it had been for herself. She needed to get off the streets before she was just a girl in an alley, taken advantage of and left for dead. There was a few homeless men you recognize from nights spent around dumpster fires and sharing the days spoils. The rest were strangers and she found herself wondering what circumstances had brought them all together. 

     All the volunteers met at Gotham City Mall where you were given new clothes and bussed to a second location, halfway through your bus ride you were all instructed to put a blindfold on. A black cut of cloth had been given to each person, many of you were confused. Why couldn’t you see where you were going? You spoke up as several exchanged looks of fear, “Why can’t we see where we’re going? What’s going on?” You voiced the concerns easily felt throughout the bus, weary of the answer you would receive. What had you gotten yourself into? “The facility we’re going to is a top secret government owned building. This is standard precaution for any non personnel visiting the building.” A man towards the front answered, easing many fears. Not yours though, something felt wrong, you felt this man was lying. 

     Still, you led by example and put your blindfold on. When you had arrived and been shuffled into the building, your blindfolds being taken off, you were met with a stark white room. A scientist began speaking to you, explaining the trials you’d be going through and how you were to be separated. There would be one man and woman to a room, though when you were shown your “rooms” they looked much like a prison cell. They explained they wanted to study their, each man and woman’s, reactions to the opposite sex as they did their research. You started to  become suspicious as this was explained to you. Why would they need to study your reaction to other patients? You were supposed to be in trials for drugs related to strengthening the immune system, that should have nothing to do with other patients. In your head it made more sense for them to isolate all of you, what was going on? What was she about to be subjected to do? And worse, this had all been her doing. 

In the end, you were the only test subject to have survived the “trials” and torture. The trials, you had never been able to refer to your time in the facility as anything but torture and abuse. The scientists always else referred to them as trials, as if giving them any other name would make what they were doing even more sadistic and cruel. Subjecting you to different drugs like LSD, cocaine, Haloperidol, methamphetamines, and truth serum to expose your fears and use them against you. Sleep deprivation was one of their favorite forms of torture, it not only produced natural hallucinations but with the added fear toxin your hallucinations increased tenfold. After developing a dependency to certain drugs they forced you to consume they began to use withdrawal as a form of torture. 

     Your stay in the facility lasted three years, one year after your torture began your metagene that had previously lay dormant was activated. The scientists hypothesized that because of your mania and emotional displacement along with the fear toxin your metagene was influenced in a way that allowed you to manipulate the mind and the emotion fear. You felt all emotions but fear was much prominent, fear was the easiest to manipulate. Once your abilities manifested they began the brain washing. They knew you would never willingly submit to their commands with how much they had awakened your abilities so they began the brain washing. It was another year of  pharmacological torture before they were successful, you willingly began to do missions for Crane and his friends. You believed he had saved you from the streets and given you extraordinary powers, he had saved your life. Your third year stuck with Crane you commited crimes in the name of several villains, Jonathon gave you the alias the Scarlet Witch. Your powers manifested physically as a red energy, it behaved like a fog in a way: clouding the minds of your victims, manipulating their actions, and bringing their worst fears to the surface. 

     At 23 years old you were just a missing person’s report, a face lost to crime and a failing, corrupt police force. That was until Batman caught you, you were usually gone by the time he arrived to stop you. But this time you had faltered, you swore you recognized the faces you had been forced to mar with a bullet to the forehead. They had tried to speak to you before you killed them, to beg for their lives. But this was your mission, they were your mission. That had been the last mission you ever did for Jonathon Crane, the Batman took you into his custody that night. He delivered you to the Justice League. There you stayed while the League tried to find any information on how you had become this but all they had was a missing person’s report. 

     There they monitored your health and watched you go through withdrawal. It took Bruce three months to find the files that told the demise of Y/F/N Y/L/N. In that time you were diagnosed with a heart arrhythmia from the extended drug use you were subjected to. You gained weight, not so sickly looking anymore. You bonded with Diana, she was one of the few people who didn’t hide their faces from your. Somehow it made you feel more human, while you didn’t trust these people she trusted you enough to see the real her. You hadn’t been around someone so genuine in a long time. It took a year of physical and mental therapy for you to begin unlearning what had been brainwashed into you. In that time you grew closer to Batman. Somehow it seemed he understood what it was like to be unmade and made into something darker. That was the rough start to the beginning of your relationship. 

Present

You never expected to live the life you live now, a life in a mansion with too many kids to count and a husband who loves you unconditionally. A life with friends who she could rely on, some superpowered and some not. A butler who may as well be her father, oh how her young self would scoff at the idea of her life now. Bruce Wayne had given you so much and you only hoped one day you would repay the debt you owed him.

A/N: This is probably absolute shit but this is my idea for Batmom.Rn I’m just setting up backstory. I’ve always loved the idea of Scarlet Witch in the DCU because there’s so much backstory you could put in there. She (you) are still from Sokovia, her immigrant background is going to help tie in with Dick/Damian identity struggles. I also really wanted to do something with fear toxin because I feel Scarecrow is such an underrated villain. So here we have it, enjoy or don’t. I’d really appreciate feedback whether that’s likes/comments/reblogs. Thank you <3 

[i-try-to-write-stuff]

Stolen Wife - 6

Synopsis – Tommy Shelby is married to Grace, but he becomes obsessed with Y/N, wife of Reuben Fitch, Tommy’s business partner in the U.S. who is unaware of his actual ���business”.

This blog supports Palestine. Zionists are not welcome here.

You could feel judgmental eyes of the bartender, it was not even 11 a.m. at the hotel bar downing tequila, vodka, whiskey, vermouth, and whatever bartender thought would appease you. You were drinking your weight in alcohol to numb the pain that senseless weirdo brought up so casually. The absurd and preposterous claim (totally correct & valid point) that you were running away from your husband’s memories. Thomas Shelby doesn’t know you, and the nerve of his mouth, the audacity of those haunting eyes of that man to tell you what you should do, after you barely met all those months ago, after you barely talked to him today, who does he think he is?

The pretty bartender, Patty, as her badge indicated, kept bringing you some sort of snack to absorb that alcohol, which you were thankful for, she didn’t question much, and you really didn’t have the energy to answer. You were pretty hammered and past the point of even noticing that there was a new bartender serving you what seemed like endless amounts of drinks without you even asking. Had you been a little careful, a little vigilant you would have noticed that the new bartender slipped something in your drink. Had you not been drowning in the insurmountable grief of losing the love of your life, you would have noticed Tommy Shelby and his goons spread out near the bar, keeping an eye on you. Had you not been so damn oblivious you would have noticed the bartender stealing your phone before darkness took over, and you lost consciousness.

Tommy didn’t know kidnapping was going to be added to the long list of crimes he has committed, but love makes you do crazy things, so what’s one more crime to add to that list but getting you to Birmingham, now that was going to take some serious effort, but he knows how to grease a few hands and tell them to look away when it's needed…That’s how he has been able to infiltrate North American black markets.

Flight from Vancouver to Birmingham was smooth, it had to be, the drug was effective for about 12 hours. It gave enough time for the Peaky Blinders to clean out your room, ditch your smartphone in some dumpster in other city before Rueben’s squad could even figure out what had happened.

You woke up in an unfamiliar room, your throat parched, your mind a bit disconnected, and you needed to pee badly, damn, how many drinks did you have…Wait a minute, did you sleep with someone, so many questions swirling around in your brain.

The door opened, and you saw a sweet looking woman carrying a glass of water and a glass of orange juice. She offered them both to you, and you gulped down that water in one big gulp…

“Thank you….Could you point me towards the washroom? I need to freshen up…” you mumbled

She directed you towards the door on the other side of the bed. You got up quickly, a little too quickly and felt a bit dizzy. After practically rushing towards the washroom and doing your business did you start to take the notice of things not feeling right…You did not remember anything except the mimosa you drank. Fuck…what had happened? Where the fuck were you? You needed to get the fuck out of whatever this place was, you needed your phone, you needed to call an uber…

It was then you realized you did not have your phone, your stomach dropped…Fuck fuckity fuck…You searched the bedroom but there was nothing there…You were in process of ripping off the bedsheets when you heard a familiar voice.

“Your phone is not here, Y/N”

You turned around to face the devil with vibrant blue eyes; there was something sinister about them, something that you would learn rather quickly.

[choppersconfirmedkills]

My Pets

Since we’re on the topic of romanticizing our DRs what better way to do that then to introduce you to my pets!!

There are a lot that I can’t go into bc in one DR me and my husband own a rescue farm and have wayyyyy too many animals (I can do a separate post on that if you want), and since most of them I don’t know their names or what they look like.

The recurring characters (aka the ones in more than one DR)

Wolffe

Pitbull

Former fighting dog, has a scar over his right eye. Named after Wolffe from Star Wars. He is a trained service dog. Hates men.

DRs: L&O, The Rookie, How I Met Your Mother, Bookish DR

Military Dog (Aka MD, aka House MD, aka House)

Belgian Malinois

Retired K9 in the Army. We had no idea what his name was and since I was going through stuff I just referred to him as Military Dog. It then devolved its way to House. Also trained service dog. Certified Snuggler

DRs: The Last of Us, The Walking Dead, Transformers

Banana

Lemon Shark

She is located at a conservation center where most of my research is located. She is named Banana after the JPop group #BANANALEMON. She helped me prove that sharks developed relationships and could assist people/follow commands.

DRs: The Last of Us, Bookish DR, L&O, Jurassic Park 3, Transformers, How I Met Your Mother

Others:

Chimera (aka Mera).

Shorthair Cat with Chimerism

Found her in a dumpster, took her in and she got along with my son and my dog so she stayed. Has an rbf and does not tolerate anyone outside the family. Spends most nights in my son's room.

L&O DR

Unknown name

Longhair Chihuaha

Another rescue. Ridiculously clingy, but is also a fierce protector. Is well behaved except when his least favorite person is there.

L&O DR, Clusterfuck DR

Jimbo

Anatolian Shepherd

Our only Anatolian. Great livestock guardian. Sleeps with the ducks/chickens/quails, but won't ever admit it.

Transformers DR

Unknown name

Black Tree Squirrel

He was injured and I nursed him back to health. Has refused to leave my side. Will climb up on my shoulder to go about my day with me.

Transformers DR

Judas

Emu

THE BETRAYER. We got along great when he first came to me. When my husband (his favorite person) retired, Judas immediately changed sides and now chases me around the farm. Hence the name.

Transformers DR

The Raptors

My pride and joys. 5 in total (Blue, Charlie, Delta, Echo, and "Foxy" Foxtrot)

DRs: Jurassic Park 3, Bookish DR, Transformers, L&O, Clusterfuck, How I Met Your Mother,

RE-38 (aka Ree)

Astromech Droid

Me and my twin built him together. Absolute menace to society. Has coined the phrase "Ree's coming for your knees." Will sidecheck you if you breathe too loud. My childhood best friend (only friend). Does not like being shut down, and will wake himself back up occasionally.

Star Wars: the Clone Wars

[talesfrommedinastation]

My redneck neighbor Doug's interpretations on various 'Bad Batch' characters: Side Character Edition!

I'm chuffed that everyone thinks my neighbor Doug is funny: he really is a gem. I had no idea we'd bond over Star Wars and crappy weather, but here we are.

Naturally, I had to bother him about other characters that showed up on The Bad Batch, so, here we go!

Phee Genoa: Ah-ha, that there’s Church Lady. You know her, she’s got a big square in her pocketbook and you don’t know if it’s pound cake or a brick, because the Lord saves but He can’t help you in the alley when you’re in Treme and the streetlights just turned on. She has two ex-husbands who are both preachers and they turned to Jesus because they are so scared of Church Lady in court. 

(So I guess he’s saying Phee has raw WHO DAT energy, for my Saints fans out there)

Cid: Looking at this fat lizard bitch makes me hungry. I call that one Houma-BBQ because I’m guessing we could feed a whole parish fire station based on the size of her tail. I wish she’d shut up, she reminds me of my mother-in-law. 

Cad Bane: Homeboy looks like a Sesame Street character who teaches Big Bird about concealed carry laws. I call him Gun Safety Muppet. I don’t like him because he shot my Wife and I’s Boyfriend on the other show and his robot needs to be tossed into a wood chipper. 

(“I’m not gay, but Jenny and I…well, we would make an exception to that man. You ever see ‘Deadwood’? Man is fine. I’m not GAY.”)

Fennec Shand: That’s The Chick that’s in Everything. She was on ER and Boba Fett and I think a Marvel show too? I like her. Hope she kills Gun Safety Muppet and hurls his blue ass into a dumpster. 

Howzer: That’s my niece’s boyfriend, Jorge. We all love Jorge, nice guy, owns an auto repair shop and always remembers plates and napkins for the cookouts after church.

Gregor: Jorge’s cousin, Manny. Met him once at Christmas in Miami, nice guy, only drinks brown liquor and insists everyone arm wrestle him. But he’s got a good job as a PE teacher, we respect education, come on now. 

The Martez Sisters: Aw, man, it’s Jorge’s Unemployed Sisters. I hate it when they show up for Christmas and get into fights with my momma. 

(“Doug, you know they’re not related to the clones at all, right?” “Says who?” “The PLOT?” “Eh, they’ll change it, just watch.”)

Mayday: Aw, I liked this guy so much! That’s Sassy Park Ranger, he’s the type that gives you your camping permits, warns you about the bears, and then is all disappointed when you don’t properly stow your food and the bears destroy the campsite. I need to go back to Little River Canyon, that place was pretty. 

Lt. Nolan: THAT STUPID BLOND JACKASS. (Doug was so enraged by the guy he had nothing else to add. Damn.)

Senator Chuchi: Why does this lady make me want a blue slushie? I’ll call her the Sonic Special. They need more Sonics here in the north, they really do. 

Cody: That’s Obi-Wan’s Boyfriend, he’s sad all the time. We know why. (Confirmed that Doug is a Codywan shipper and I don’t know what to do about that)

Royce Hemlock: Is that Jimmy Neutron after he grew up and became one of those guys that’s on the internet all the time writing creepy things? It’s Jimmy-the-Scientist. He looks like the type of person dogs get weird around.

Rex: That's Rex. He's a king. Respect him.

[simfunnyyt]

Jake managed to convince his social media hating, because as she put it, it's a "toxic drama filled dumpster fire", girlfriend Tati to join him for his brand deal with @serenity-cc for their LIFT fitness clothing line Black Friday sale campaign.

In Tati's defense she only agreed because he was wearing her legs like a hat when he asked 😅.

It's also the first time the bartender/trust fund baby/personal trainer/ fitness influencer is revealing his 2 month long relationship to his 9.3 million followers 😳. Shit is about to hit the fan and here's why...

Story Lore Incoming:

For those of you who haven't seen Tati's LP on YouTube, 6 months ago Tati (30) got divorced from her high school sweetheart Thomas (31) (who is a famous basketball player) that she had been with for 15 years after she came home on her 30th birthday to find him cheating on her. And this was at a time when Tati was at her lowest because of a miscarriage after years of struggling with infertility. The miscarriage made her fall into a deep depression and gain a lot of weight.

After catching him cheating Tati demanded a divorce, so Thomas kicked her out onto the street with nothing but the clothes on her back and 20 simoleons in her bank account. That night she took her last 20 to a bar to drink away her sorrows, and that's where she met Jake (28) 🥰 while he was waiting to start his shift at the bar.

Jake gave her the pep talk she needed to motivate her to turn her life around. So she found a homeless shelter, got a job at a fast food joint, and started training with Jake (who she had no idea was a famous fitness influencer or a rich trust fund baby lol) to lose weight. And just 4 months later she had lost 60lbs, got promoted to manager at her job, and was living in a motel so she could have her own space while she saved up for an apartment. She was doing great!

That is until she had met up with her friends & family after not seeing them for a year, and her dirt bag ex husband decided to crash the reunion. They spent the whole time arguing and HE accused HER of cheating. THE NERVE!!!! Tati was furious after the encounter.

So in order to cheer her up Jake and her two bestfriends since childhood Lana (30) & Ava (29) took her to the club. Tati & Jake got FUCKED UP that night. All that licqa & weed in their system led to some flirting, that led to some bumpin' n grindin' on the dance floor, that led to some naked shenanigan in Tati's motel room.

The next morning instead of feeling regret for their drunken hookup, they talked about their secret crushes on each other and decided to give their relationship a go! Now 2 months later we are at the present day with this social media post to Jake's 9.3 million followers revealing his relationship with Tati. Unfortunately for Tati, Jakes followers are filled with a lot of sports fans who recognized her, despite her not having social media, as their favorite ball players ex-wife from the few times Thomas posted her on his social pages, posts he still hasn't deleted by the way.....odd.

Jake's post is going crazy viral. With people tagging Thomas, and gossip blogs "suggesting" that given how quick Tati got in a new relationship after the divorce she must have been cheating on Thomas with Jake this whole time, which must be the reason why they divorced.

Thomas has seen the post and he is PISSED for two reasons. One, because she looks so damn good, and two because he hates how fast she moved on. Mind you, this fool had been cheating on her for 2 years & she caught him on her BIRTHDAY. If that wasn't bad enough he accidentally got that bimbo is pregnant (she poked holes in the condom 😖) with his kid, but he's paying her to keep it hush hush because he had hopes of winning Tati back (give him a first class ticket to deluluville!). Now he's on a war path to ruin them.

[piratefishmama]

Beware The Thorns | Part 9

Robin Buckley made it her job to know things about people in Steve Harrington’s life. That was something she’d always done. Ever since they’d been bound to chairs back to back in a basement, ever since Steve had goaded, pushed, and insulted their captors, spitting vitriol, forcing them to focus entirely on him leaving her with barely a scratch, a sore jaw from where one of them had slapped her across the face but that was it.

Steve had been hospitalised for over a week with his injuries.

And in that time, the senior Harringtons had laid waste to the entirety of the group that’d held them captive, and had forged an odd little friendship with Buckley&Buckley, a P.I husband and wife duo who were endlessly grateful for Steve’s sacrifice to ensure their daughters survival.

A friendship that continued for years after the senior Harringtons passed their empire onto their son in their passing.

She wasn’t even supposed to be there, she’d taken it upon herself to investigate something to prove that she could. To prove that she was ready to join her parents in their work. Wrong place, wrong time. But it gained her Steve, he was worth the nightmares.

Which was why she spent her Monday morning going to a coffee shop she didn’t actually enjoy on the east side of the city, drinking overpriced black ‘artisanal’ sludge, which usually she’d be an advocate for, fuck Starcucks an all that jazz, but this place?

Dumpster fire masquerading as a ‘hip new coffee joint’, ran by a douchebag in a beanie with a moustache that didn’t fit his somewhat misshapen potato sack face shape.

All to meet with one very pretty young lady, who seemed to actually enjoy the coffee the shop served.

“I need to know where he’s going to be.” A very pretty lady, who held her coffee cup to pursed, painted red lips, bright blue eyes on Robin’s face. “And I need to know if he’s already locked down a new client, I’m assuming these are things you’ll know… as his friend.”

“Mmnnn, I mean. You’re not wrong.” She took a sip then placed her cup back down on the cork coaster provided. “I do know where he’s going to be, and I do unfortunately know his hook up schedule, but what makes you think I’m going to tell you any of it? As his friend, it’s kind of my job to keep that information on lockdown, isn’t it?”

Robin liked Chrissy. She’d always liked Chrissy, same as Robin always liked Eddie, they had similar vibes. Wearing a mask of thorns to protect the pretty petals from those who’d do them harm. She didn’t know how they knew each other, didn’t know enough about Eddie to make assumptions as to where they’d met, but Chrissy was the closest thing Eddie had to a best friend, as far as Robin knew.

Chrissy was the only friend that Robin could get to without it immediately getting back to Eddie. Eddie’s little game friends, Gareth, Jeff, and Dougie? They’d tell him the second she reached out, would sound an alarm and she’d never get anywhere near him, claiming they were ‘being good friends’, but Chrissy was smarter by far. Chrissy was just enough of a best friend, to know when Eddie happened to need something that he didn’t want to admit to needing.

Just enough of a best friend to be able to tell him he was being an idiot, and not just immediately side with him.

Like Eddie’s very own Robin.

“It is, but I’m hoping that I’m right in the fact that he’s probably been miserable since he ended things with Steve, right?” It all kind of hinged on that. On Eddie’s real feelings behind his little mask. “Steve’s pretty miserable… it’s depressing”

“So miserable he’s sent you out to track Eddie down? Or are you doing this sniffer dog bit on your own initiative?” Robin opened her mouth to reply, but Chrissy continued as if she hadn’t asked a question, asking another instead, “what makes you think he’d be miserable?”

“Which question am I answering here?”

“Mmmmm second one please.” Chrissy took another sip, so nonchalant. She had an energy about her that Robin felt strangely familiar. A countenance Robin had only ever seen in one other person.

“I know he was acting, I know there are sides to Eddie that Steve never saw, that Eddie never let Steve see—”

“Like all the sides of Steve that Eddie never saw?” Robin tensed, brow furrowing “oh unclench, Robbie, the Cunninghams and the Harringtons go back generations, pretty sure Steve and I would have wound up in some stupid arranged marriage had the Harringtons not been against it.” Robin didn’t like not knowing things, why did she not know that? How had she missed Chrissy of all the potentials to have told Eddie about Steve’s life? How did she not know that Steve ought to know Chrissy? “I never said anything to Eddie and I don’t intend to, but… why should I let Eddie be dragged into such a messy life? There’s so many fish in the sea, Robin, why should I let my best friend be dragged down by a shark?” At least now Robin knew why Chrissy’s personality, her eerie calm felt so familiar.

She was Steve in prettier packaging.

“I’m at a disadvantage here, aren’t I?”

“Oh very much so, but you’re very cute so I’m letting you off.” Robin blinked once in surprise, then did her best to quell the pleasant buzz that thrummed through her veins at the not-so-subtle compliment “Please answer my question, why should I give you what you want?”

“He… Steve… He loves him, Chrissy… Steve has done bad stuff, don’t get me wrong, he’s done awful things to people, but I’ve never seen him like he is whenever Eddie’s around. It’s like he’s drowning in the dark and Eddie’s just… a light at the end of the tunnel, an if Eddie loves him too, which I think he does… why should they be apart?”

“And now the real reason, not the Hallmark movie one?” Chrissy raised a brow in boredom.

“I… I don’t know, Chrissy. I don’t know. I don’t. I’m running on best friend fuel. Steve needs him, or at least needs closure from him, and as his best friend I’m duty bound to try and get that for him. I’m sure you don’t love Eddie’s job. Right? He wouldn’t have to do any of it if he just—”

“Gave up his freedom and all the work he’s put in to establish himself in his field for a slim chance at happiness with one of the most dangerous men in the city?” Chrissy leaned back in her chair, one leg crossing over the other as she crossed her arms over her chest, coffee cup left to rest on the coaster.

“Better the devil you know though, right? Wouldn’t you rather him be with someone you know won’t hurt him… than with someone you don’t?” Chrissy’s eyes finally left Robin’s face, dipping down to the right as she thought about it.

Eddie wouldn’t be alone for long, he’d find a new client, he’d be on someone else’s arm, and he’d continue his life unchanged with a risk of being hurt.

Or… or he could have what he wanted.

Chrissy knew what Eddie wanted. They’d spent more than enough evenings on his couch with ice cream mooning over Steve Harrington and while she’d have loved to tell him that he was trash, he was a monster in sheep’s clothing… he just wasn’t. So she’d kept quiet.

She let Eddie pine away for a life he could have if he took a chance, never telling him why he shouldn’t.

“What if this new client wouldn’t hurt him?”

“Let’s be real Chrissy he’s probably already planned on reaching out to Tommy to fill in the gap in his schedule, you and I both know what kind of trash heap Tommy Hagan is.” An easy cash grab that’d probably make Eddie feel like shit. “Do you want to risk Eddie’s happiness on a what if, or do you want to tell me where he’s going to be so Steve can be there and sweep him off his feet?”

In retrospect, Robin should have probably been suspicious when Chrissy sat up straight, when she looked at Robin as if she was assessing her, and she definitely should have been suspicious when, with a short “Alright then,” Chrissy plucked a pen from her bag and a little notepad, and jotted down an address and a time. But with a small victory in her hands, and a front row seat to Chrissy’s perfectly perky… ponytail retreating for the door with their business concluded.

She really wasn’t thinking all that hard.

[13keithxpidge13]

First I ADORE YOUR WRITING!! Your punkflower family AU is soo cute! Could you do a snippet of how it went when Miles found out he was pregnant and Hobie's reaction? Any funny scenarios you had in mind on Hobie caring for Miles during his pregnancy? You are amazing have a nice day 😊❤❤

AAAA MY FIRST PUNKFLOWER FAMILY AU ASK LET'S GOOOOO

(just a little side note, Miles and Noir have a scene together and there is a mention of, y'know, N@zi's, it's just the single word but I don't want to trigger anyone, haha. Enjoy!)

Having his senses buzz every second was unusual. Normally, when his senses buzzed it meant that a villain would be coming to punch his lights out in the next millisecond but, there was no villain to be found when his spider-instincts triggered.

He had talked to his husband about it and Hobie was just as confused. In their puzzlement, Hobie suggested perhaps going to see some of the other Spider's to get some advice? He hated asking for help but, it was important that they find out what was going on with him, Hobie told him.

So, Miles did just that and first, went to talk to Peter B.

"That's...odd, yeah, kid, I'm not sure," Peter B told him sadly as he settled Mayday into her crib for her afternoon nap. It had taken forever to get her down for the afternoon. "Maybe ask Noir? Maybe he knows."

And so, Miles did, and received more or less the same answer.

"Sorry, Miles," Noir apologized as he punched a thug straight in the jaw. "I don't really have any idea. But, perhaps Peni knows. She's smart. She knew what color was on my Rubik's cube before I could figure it out the other day."

Miles laughed at him and reassured him it was alright, waving goodbye but, before the portal could close, he watched as Noir grabbed the thug by the collar before chucking him in a dumpster. Served the bastard right. Fucking N@zi's.

Miles feels even more frustrated though when even Peni doesn't have an answer for him.

"That's never happened to well, any of us before, I don't think," She said while fixing up her robot friend. "I'm so sorry I can't be of more help. But, maybe you should ask Jess? Or Miguel? They've been in the game longer than us."

Miles shudders just thinking of asking Miguel.

Guess Jess is the next best option.

"Your senses are going off all the time?" Jess looked up at him, eyes blinking behind her goggles as she sat next to her bike, a wrench in hand. "Like, all the time."

Miles nodded, sighing as he already sensed he'd come up empty here too. "Yeah...it's nonstop, like, just before I walked in here they started chirping again."

Jess blinked at him for a moment before muttering something underneath her breath and Miles tilted his head.

"...do you know something?" He asked. "Anything?"

"Not sure," Jess licked her lips. "Just...go see a doctor. Okay?"

"What?" Miles straightened. "A doctor? But-I can't tell them-"

"Yeah, I know," She told him, nodding. "Go see one of our doctors, tell them what's going on. They'll know what's up."

Oh.

Miles blinked at her largely. "That...I don't know why I didn't think of that."

Jess laughed and he ran from her in a hurry, face darkening with every single bout of laughter that escaped her lips.

He met up with the doctors only a few hours later, settling in the office easily before being led into one of the many rooms inside. Turns out, there are a lot of doctor Spider-man variants lying around and they all help Miguel out by doing their jobs in HQ.

"Sooo," Dr. Spider began, holding onto a clipboard and Miles has to hold in his laughter at the sight of a Spider-man dressed in a lab coat with only his mask on his face. "Your senses are going off twenty-four seven?"

Miles swallowed and nodded. "Yeah, basically."

"Hm," Dr. Spider stood up. "That means that there's something going on inside of you. Unless, of course, you have a stalker."

Miles deadpanned.

"Welp, an ultrasound it is, then," He told him and Miles blinks rapidly.

"Wait, an ultrasound?"

"Yep," Dr. Spider said. "It's likely you're pregnant, due to being an omega but, this is also just procedure. So, just hang tight for a minute, kay? I'll be back in a moment."

Miles can't get another word in before he's leaving, shutting the door behind him and Miles is left shocked beyond compare.

Pregnant.

He could be pregnant.

Oh god.

+

He comes home late that night, shutting their apartment floor door as quietly as possible.

His footsteps can't even be heard, perks of having the abilities that he does. He walks into their kitchen, making sure to be as quiet as possible so he can grab a drink of water and a pack of fruit snacks to calm his nerves.

Then, he's stalking into their living room, walking past the couches to hopefully get in their shared bedroom without waking Hobie and-

The light switches on and Miles freezes.

Hobie's sitting on one of the couches, an eyebrow raised.

They stare at each other and Miles swallows.

"Hey," He croaks.

"Hi, love," Hobie greets and tilts his head. "Ya've been gone all day. Weren't answerin' my texts and calls."

Miles licks his lips. "Was busy."

Hobie stands from the chair and walks over to him and immediately, Miles is turning away to hide his sniffles and he wipes at his watery eyes. Of course, this doesn't go unnoticed by his mate and Hobie gently grabs ahold of his wrist, his hand dwarfing his arm by a mile like it had always done.

"Love," Hobie whispers. "What's happened? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just-" Miles twitches. "It's just been a long day...I'm fine."

"Yer cryin'," Hobie argues. "Yer not fine. Jess told me ya' went ta' the doctors in HQ, what'd they say?"

Miles curses Jess and his teeth grind.

"I-"

"Are ya' hurt?"

"No."

"Are ya' sick?"

"No."

"Then, Jesus God, Miles what the hell-?"

Miles shakily reaches into the pocket of his hoodie and pulls out the crumpled picture in his hands. Hobie pauses and watches as he holds it up in the light to him.

His brows furrow.

"What-?"

"I got an ultrasound," Miles tells him and Hobie gently grabs onto the photo.

He stares.

Miles sniffles and wipes a hand down his face.

"I'm so sorry, Hobie. I-I don't know how it happened," He cries, unable to stop his tears. "I didn't-I was so stupid. I didn't even realize that I forgot to take my pill during my last heat. I'm so, so, sorry. Please, please don't leave me, I-"

"Leave you?" Hobie breathes and glances down at him, their eyes meeting and Miles' breath hitches as he sees tears glistening in Hobie's mismatched orbs. "Miles, baby, leave ya'? This is-I would never, especially not...yer pregnant?"

Miles sobs and nods pitifully. "I'm sorry."

Hobie exhales loudly and looks back to stare at the photo where an obvious outline of a babe is printed onto.

He glances back down at Miles' stomach. He's hardly showing but-

Hobie gently caresses him tummy and Miles twitches, whirling up to look at him with wide, teary, caramel eyes.

"...Hobie?" He breathes.

"Yer pregnant," Hobie whispers, astonished. "Ya'...ya' want to keep the babe?"

"I-" Miles hesitates. "...yeah. I do."

Hobie licks his lips and nods. "Aight, then," He says. "Then, I guess we're havin' a baby, love."

Miles breaks down and sobs.

"Re-really?" He cries, reaching for him and grabbing onto him so tightly, like Hobie is his only lifeline, like he'll fall apart without him. "Really? We are? You'll stay?"

"Gods, Miles," Hobie laughs breathily. "Of course I'll stay. We didn't plan this but I always figured it'd be in the cards fo' us one day. Kinda scary that we didn't plan any of this, yeah but, we'll make it work, babe. Spider-man always makes it work."

Miles laughs wetly and immediately hugs him tight and Hobie returns the gesture, kissing his head and rocking them back and forth as Miles cries and cries into his chest.

"Oh, my darlin'," Hobie coos, rubbing up and down his back. "I love ya'."

Miles sniffles and nods. "Love-love you too, Hobie," He sobs. "I love you so much. Thank you. Thank you. I'm so excited, I'm-we're gonna have a baby-"

"With yer eyes," Hobie grins.

"With your smile," Miles laughs right back.

Hobie kisses his temple and Miles stands on tip toes to catch his lips in his own.

Days later, the printed ultrasound photo can be seen hanging from their fridge and they begin counting down the days until they can meet their baby boy.

Eight months later, Aaron Morales is welcomed into the world.

[sirianasims]

Chapter 1

Humble Beginnings and Weirdly Colour-Coordinated Aliens

This is Alexandra Duchelli, or Alex. Welcome to this legacy challenge simlit story, where we try to experience as much as possible. Right, Alex?

“Awesome, legacies are so much fun! Big houses, amazing clothes, great adventures! I can’t wait!”

Uhm, Alex? You’re a founder. You don’t have any money, remember?

“Oh. Crap.”

Yup. So you better start earning some money so you can get a roof over your head as soon as possible.

“I don’t even have a toilet!”

There’s a bush.

“… Right, better get going.”

After Alex grumbles through the first chords, we try the city to see if we can get some tips.

Poor Alex isn’t having much luck, and mostly receives smug looks from stuck-up townies.

Giving up on the tips for now, Alex goes to the karaoke club to brush up on her singing skills as well. You can’t be a singer-songwriter if you can’t sing.

This is also a great time for you to socialise, Alex! You should try meeting some new people.

“Some of these townies are a bit too friendly!”

Oh shush, stop complaining.

“Seriously, can I go home? Everyone in this city is weird!”

Oh come on, you’re just overreacting because you’re embarrassed that someone saw your attempt at swiping a drink. Maybe stay on the right side of the bar next time?

“No, I’m serious. There’s a man and a small girl outside just… staring… at a brick pillar.”

… Fine, you can go home.

“I’m not sure this is better.”

Shush, we need to get enough money that you’re allowed to get a job. And the tips are too slow.

“Isn’t it a bit counter-intuitive that I need to earn money before I can get a job?”

I don’t make the rules, Alex. Besides, I’m busy worrying about the aliens.

“The aliens?”

Yes. Apparently, the aliens are flocking to Oasis Springs, and somehow they mostly manage to be beautifully colour-coordinated. It’s honestly a bit unsettling.

Anyways, we need to find you a husband, This is a legacy, after all. How about this handsome fellow?

“Uhm… he seems a bit bookish. What about that hot guy over there?”

Oh honey. That’s Don Lothario. He’s bad news, you won’t get anywhere with him in a legacy, he’s non-committal. He’d be great as one of those enemies you’re supposed to get, though?

Alex catches up with the neighbours and even scores a dinner invitation to the Caliente house.

Nina: “Oh yeah, Don lives here too. Mom moved him in, she claimed she thought he would be a great fit for me or Dina, but I think she really wants him for herself. Anyways, no one is getting anywhere with him, he’s completely useless.”

“Alright, I’ll give up on Don. I guess I’ll find someone a bit less…occupied.”

Alex, who are you talking to? You should be in bed, or, I mean, tent, those skill points take energy.

“Oh, I just met these guys. This is Johnny and Malcolm. Apparently they’re brothers but there’s a lot of drama going on in the family.”

“Eww, can I have something else to eat soon?”

I mean, sure, you can buy all the food you want, but then it’ll just take longer for you to get a job, and thus to get a husband and a roof over your head?

“Dammit!”

As we head to the museum, I wonder. Is throwing up on a canvas art?

We also need those handiness skills, so Alex starts some woodworking.

Meanwhile, I am distracted by the amazing choice of shoes here.

Alex, wasn’t there a vase there, just a second ago?

“I have no idea what you’re talking about”

And so it continues on, with dumpster meals…

… voice training…

… more dumpster meals…

… and more impeccably clad aliens.

next

[empress-violetlight]

OC Overview - Yuna and Rikku: Trandoshan and Wookiee "Sisters"

Two of my OCs, who will feature later on in my Empire of the Hand AU. I'm really quite proud of these two, and I wanted to show them off early.

Art by my husband, @fasturtlemedia Love you!

Roles:  Salvager/Quartermaster and Mechanic

Species:  Trandoshan and Wookiee

Homeworld:  Glavis Ringworld

In the Core Regions of the Galaxy lies a forgotten marvel – a massive structure, ingeniously built to completely encircle a white dwarf star, the slowly cooling stellar remnant still having more than enough energy to power it for millennia.  It is a shame such a magnificent example of what the Galaxy is actually capable of – The Glavis Ringworld -- has degraded into yet another hive of scum and villainy.

Sometime during the reign of the Old Empire, an Imperial transport ship made a stop at the Ringworld, to transfer its “prisoners” to another vessel. The official story is that they were transporting alien conspirators against the New Order to well-deserved punishment.  The reality was Wookiee slaves, taken to be worked to death on one of the Emperor’s many clandestine projects, for the simple reason that they were Wookiees.  Even Wookiee cubs were not spared the cruelty.

When two Wookiee parents were given a slight opportunity, they took it to try to run.  Better that, better to be shot down by the stormtroopers, than to die as slaves.  When the blaster fire stopped, the troopers never even saw the relatively tiny ball of fur crawl out from under her mother’s slain form and dash into a nearby alley. 

Little Rikku wandered, scared and alone, in a hostile cityscape, hiding in alleys and trash containers during the “day” cycles, emerging during the artificially-constructed “night” to scavenge for food, trying to understand why her parents had risked it all for such an existence.  One night, while trying to find dinner in a dumpster, she suddenly heard a crack.  The sound got her attention – a large, ovoid object – an egg, she realised with a start – was cracking right beside her!  She watched over it for the hours it took to hatch, until a small, green, lizard-like creature finally burst from the shell.

Rikku gasped.  She recognized what had hatched, even if it was far smaller than those who had hunted down her tribe even through the jungles of Kashyyyk, who had sold her and her family to the Empire.  The Wookiees’ most hated foes for as long as Wookiees could remember – the Trandoshans.  She got up to walk away, only to hear a squeak behind her as the hatchling Trandoshan rose up on shaky but strong baby legs, toddling after her. 

This little Trandoshan was the same as her, just a lost, lonely child.  She had nobody … nobody but Rikku. 

For years, as they grew up together, the unlikely friends would rely on each other for survival.  Yuna, as the little Trandoshan was named – a runt, probably why her egg had been thrown away --  grew to have a real talent for “hunting” down any tech that could remotely be salvageable and bringing it to Rikku to fix, which two would then sell or trade.  They travelled across the bands of the Ringworld, never staying in one section of the cityscape for too long.  Despite their species’ legendary animosity, they had nobody but each other, and saw each other as sisters.  They taught each other to read through street signs and discarded flimsimags, and while never having a formal education, they were street-smart, resourceful, and ruthless when they had to be. 

They seemed to have met their match, however, when they tried a usual scam of theirs – “noticing” a mechanical flaw in a visitor to the Ringworld’s ship and offering to fix it, for a price, of course.  The “Pantoran” they tried to scam should have been an easy mark, but he and his human friend didn’t fall for it.  With the human holding a blaster to her head, Yuna offered something more tempting, information, biding time until Rikku could get there to pull off some arms, but the Pantoran called his friend down.  He then made an offer -- join him on a job, and he would take them off-station, to wherever Yuna and Rikku wanted to go.  Skeptical, but not wanting to waste the opportunity, Yuna and Rikku accepted.

Their new “Pantoran” associate proved to be nothing of the sort.  He was Chiss – a blue-skinned alien from so far out in the Galaxy the sisters had never even heard of where he was from.  He definitely seemed more trustworthy than the pirate gang he had joined for a heist to get a hold of an old Imperial cruiser – actually wanting to talk to the crew, manipulating the pirate captain to follow his ideas.  When it came down to the Chiss bounty hunter Raw’nuru or the cruel pirate captain, it wasn’t even a contest.

True to his word, Raw’nuru offered to take the sisters to wherever they wanted to go, but he also offered another option – stay with him, as permanent members of his new crew.  Although the sisters had dreamt of escaping Glavis their whole lives, Rikku especially was wary of trusting Raw’nuru, especially when it had become obvious that his claim to the pirates had been true – he was a former Imperial, part of the system that had enslaved Rikku’s people. 

Raw’nuru replied with a story of his own people.  There was once a Chiss who walked along a beach at high tide, where hundreds of sea creatures called surfstars had washed ashore.  As he walked, he picked up the surfstars and threw them, one by one, back into the waves.  His companion asked, “why do you bother?  There are so many surfstars, you can’t possibly save them all.  What you’re doing doesn’t matter.”  To which the first Chiss replied, as he tossed another surfstars to safety “it mattered to that one.”

Finally understanding, Yuna replied she wanted to stay, and Rikku, still somewhat reluctant, agreed. 

The two soon found their niches aboard the ship.  Rikku put her mechanical talent to use – there was always something that needed fixing aboard the Interdictor.  Yuna’s talent for salvage also proved useful.  Even with the Maelstrom’s soon-acquired privateer status, and the guarantee of work from the Empire of the Hand, they were still technically an “independent contractor” were not as well equipped as a Navy ship.  Luckily, Yuna had quite the eye for useful salvage and supplies from the Maelstrom’s many missions.

Personality-wise, Rikku tends to be quiet and thoughtful for the most part, taking out any frustrations with “percussive maintenance” on the systems she manages, and learning more and more about what goes into engineering on an Interdictor cruiser. Annoyed when people mistake her for a male Wookiee, Rikku has taken to wearing a delicate pink ribbon tied in a bow in the fur on top of her head. The Empire of the Hand's dedication to equality and the anti-slavery missions the Maelstrom often takes on for them has done a lot to soften her views of this particular Empire.

Yuna is the more outgoing of the pair, a chatterbox compared to her quiet sister, with a tendency to babble when she's nervous or excited. She takes her role as salvage expert and ship’s quartermaster seriously, ruling over her cargo bay with a durasteel claw.  Woe to anyone who messes up her carefully inventoried supplies. While she despises other Trandoshans for how they would treat her sister, she has developed quite the attraction to the Empire of the Hand’s other reptilian races, especially the always-intriguing warriors, the Kaleesh. She sees them as what she wishes other Trandoshans were like -- truly honourable warriors and hunters, worthy of respect. Plus their bone masks are sexy.

In her shared quarters with Rikku, Yuna hung up a poster of the Hand’s ground forces leader, the Kaleesh General Sk’ar.  She has quite the “celebrity crush” on him, which Rikku always teases her about, with Yuna teasing Rikku in turn about her conspiracy theory that Captain Raw’nuru is actually the long-dead Imperial genius, Grand Admiral Thrawn.

After so many years seen as nothing more than worthless street rats, Yuna and Rikku have finally found a home on the Maelstrom -- a place where they belong. Who would have thought a chance encounter with a former Imperial would do so much to turn their lives around?

[oc-tournaments]

ROUND ONE - MATCH 8

PATIENT 107 vs LETTI GALLET

PATIENT 107: @lokis-wager

LETTI GALLET: @lelielsshadow

VOTE BASED ON THE INFORMATION BELOW CUT!!

Propaganda Content Warnings: Substance abuse/drug addiction for PATIENT 107. Emotional manipulation, arson, familial death for LETTI.

PATIENT 107:

PROPAGANDA: Patient 107 has a name but no one cares about her enough as an individual to remember it. Her entire story is told in first-person from her POV so she doesn't get a name, because she's just another soldier in a sci-fi war. She has a Sapphic crush on her mecha, because she sucks at being around people and forming attatchment after her entire immediate family died. She takes so many drugs that she hears an omnipotent machine god talking to her, and believes It anointed her as Its prophet. The weight of talking to a god inside her head slowly drove her insane, and she becomes addicted to the drugs she needed to pilot her mech, making her no longer fit to be the prophet. Her mecha 'dies' in a dogfight, so 107 is left with no one and nothing to love.

THEME SONG:

LETTI GALLET:

PROPAGANDA: as a prefact to this i made her as a joke based on a Minecraft chicken family i set on fire. and then she became,, no longer a joke!

She grew up as a noble as 'Charlotte Buckington', then got into a God Awful relationship with some owl guy named Evander Strix. her ex is, may I repeat, named EVANDER STRIX. so she got manipulated to hell and back by him and he convinced her to run away with him. what she did not know was that to distract her family from her running away, he was going to set their house on fire.

letti was forced to accidentally fake her own death while the rest of her family actually did die in said fire, then (understandably) proceeded to dump evander and run off on her own. she changed her name and turned to dumpster diving, basically living on the streets for a bit, whilst being stalked by her ex. she met her current husband (a duck guy named tobias!!), got married, and had a happy relationship for a few years!! and then one day there was a fire at the store tobias worked at, and she froze up instead of helping because she'd never really confronted her fear of fire like this before - and tobias didn't survive! so now she's haunted by the thought that maybe she could've saved him if she hadn't been 'such a coward', and she also doesn't know whether it was evander that caused the fire that killed tobias or if it really was a freak accident.

tl;dr - little chicken girl grew up to watch everyone in her life get cooked because she got w the wrong person when she was like 15, considers herself a danger to society because she thinks it's all her fault

THEME SONG:

[aaronofithaca05]

Okay, so, one day I was on the train and..

Light from the street-lights and some passing homes poked through the curtains as the train kept its motion through the night.

Menalaos’s shoulders slumped with the weight of Hermione’s head on his chest and the rest over his side their daughter snoring loudly while Helen kept grazing the magazines, bored, while the monotone crackle of the rails raised the wagon as the ebbs and flows of the tides.

Her sharp eyes stared at the god, her leg over the other, pushing the mix of papers over the stained table between them, Helen’s mouth arched in a slight smile that caught his attention.

– You really thought this was the best course?– Helen’s fingers were unmoving, but still the silent pointing made him sighed, the train, the crackle, the smells and stains grating both of their senses,

He leaned slightly, making sure their daughter would not arouse from sleep now that they had a moment of respite. Menelaos’s sardonic grin appeared on his lips.

– I’m sorry, Helen–. his tone with the same cadence they used to others of their kind.

– Didn’t know you preferred a more flashy escapade–. Memories of their long gone exit, the Rubble and charred remains of heroes and scum alike.

– Hush now, mariner, this is not the time for your kink–. Her teeth flashed subtly in a feline smile as his own blood rushed through his cheeks, the militant god stared at her.

–One to talk, mistress of destruction–

Furtives smiles peered from their faces, they always loved to be teased and tease, their laughter rising and falling in the same path at time as that dirty and stained old piece of rust through the night.

Rosed finger clouds marked the rise of a new day as the sphere of the sky marked the rolling hills of rapeseed, starting to greet the sun with their yellow flowers as the firmament changed from dark, to rose to blue behind the dirty and grimed window that let some miserable rays of light to enter.

Their first day stop was near, the striding sound of the brakes, piercing their sweet dreamless sleep as iron daggers.

Menalaos’s chest heaved up, against the weight of their daughter, while Tisameneus, younger thanks to the ichor that still runned through their veins, embedded on their beings was sleeping softly over Helen’s lap as a little creature even when the man had been killed long ago by the Heraclides.

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— Morning, Helen– Menelaos’s voice, though sweet still was weary, their fled had been quick as the train .

— Uhm….morning….—. Helen replied muffled as her hair was still plastered over her face, shining as bronze while tangled in a sort of mop, after all who would believe she was a mortal if she rose from sleep with her haired all braided and smelling as fresh cut crocus and sandal?.

— You’re looking good, sunshine— Menelaos’s laughter was cut short as soon as the magazine she read last night found his face.

—You too, **glykos mou**— Her reply was quick but not unkind before a small chuckle escaped her throat.

Menelaus though did not moved in anger, instead his fingers passed the pages, closing the them, putting the improvised projectile aside, Hermione still was asleep near her father, while her husband's Orestes was behind them, his gaze still moving, he did not liked moving to that place he never sailed to. Millenia had passed and so many times the wheel of seasons had turned it was ludicrous to even bother to count, still it reeked of the black Keres’s stench, still the screams of the Anatolians he never met ready to crush his skull.

Instead, the dirty and unkept, ready for the dumpster monster of metal and wood they were riding was a blessing for him instead.

Meanwhile on behind Oreste’s back, Menelaos’s gaze stared on Helen's face, a little longer, before cracking a smile as he combed with his hand what little colour his hair still had while his smile was warm and tender as cattle, staring at her, cow-eyed.

—Always dazzling for—. His hands combing it as a lyre, something he always tried to master, but failed.

—the best—sincerity poured from his lips as snowmelt at Tagelos's peak when the hunter sunk below the horizon, cascading down their valley.

Helen’s chuckles exited in parts, it was funny, little words he tried to convey, a marriage longer than the lifespan of civilizations and he still had to throw those inexperienced pearls as if the first time they've met, she bent towards him, in a slow arch, eye to eye, face to face, heart to heart, as she held his hands.

—Never change, glykos mou—. Menelaos's cheeks flushed redder than dawn but he chuckled, the sound fresh and clear to her heartfelt and deep wish.

@dootznbootz I hope you like sealy boy Menelaos hehe

[justanothersimsplayer]

Whimsy stories extended part 1

Meet Loreli -traits- loves outdoors, freegan, maker

She started out homeless, nothing to her name but a (cheep) tent and a pee bush. Thanks to dumpster diving and her green thumb, she's been able to construct her very own micro home. It's not much, VERY humble, but this is what Lorelei's always dreamed of. So, she's certainly not taking any of this for granted.

Her favorite hobby- of passion- is making things with her own two hands. Slowly she's been fabricating, candle making and woodworking to not only furnish her own home but, sell the items she creates.

Shortly after pitching her tent in Newcrest she met a boy and man, it was love at first sight. She tried dating around, even got into a messy throuple with Alice and her husband. At the end of the day she just couldn't shake the feeling that he was meant for her. They even share their infatuation with the outdoors.

Today was the day, they're finally official!

[strangermask]

People of the rottmnt fandom

As a person who is a “Casey Jr is a dumpster baby” believer, I present to you: Casey Jr’s bio family! (In the good timeline)

Starting off with the parents: Anastasia Quill and Neville Quill.

I hc Casey Jr as biracial as you can see in the above photo. His mother, Anastasia, was a former foot clan member. She parted ways with the clan after she met her future husband, Neville. Their meet was before the kraang summoning (I feel it important to clarify that), but she does keep contact with one of the old foot recruits. Neville, on the other hand, is just a normal guy with an average life. He wants to live life as a science teacher and spend it with his wife and kids.

Speaking of kids, introducing them now! And, surprise surprise, Casey Jr isn’t an only child

The first and eldest child is Genesis. And with his name meaning “origin”, it fits the eldest well. He was born on April 25th, 2025. Ever since he was young, he’s been a calm and collected kind of guy. Very nice, very polite, and he just radiates that big brother energy (at least according to his younger siblings). The only time he breaks into panic is when his siblings either get into trouble or almost end up hurt. They give him a heart attack at least thrice a week.

The second child is Angel, the oldest twin. She was born on December 16th, 2028. Out of everyone in the family, she is the most energized and extroverted. Her name means “messenger” and that definitely fits her. If someone needs to send a message, she is on it. Party invitations? Done. School is going to do a fundraiser? Already making the posters. And being pretty well known and fun to talk to, she is basically the town doll.

The third child is Xander, the youngest twin. He, along with Angel, was born December 16th, 2028. He is quite the opposite of his sister. He is more shy and reserved, not really putting himself out there. He has a bit more trouble socializing then his family, but he tries his best. They’re probably the only people he sticks close to. That, however, doesn’t mean he isn’t an absolute menace to his siblings. Although… there’s something familiar about that kid.

And finally, the youngest child Thanos. His name means “immortal”, and it’s the shorten name of the Greek God of death: Thanatos. He wishes that was his name though considering how many times he’s teased about sharing a name with a giant fricking purple villain. Anyways, he was born on February 7th, 2036. He brought quite the surprise with his red hair. Turned out both sides of the family had the genetic hidden. As the youngest, he gets inspired by his older siblings and tries to mimic them. This has led him to be the spunky and charming child that he is. He still can be a little gremlin when he wants to be.

This sweet little family live a peaceful life in Oregon. Anastasia and Neville moved there for both job opportunities and take a small break from the New York life. Maybe one day they’ll go back to the city.

Down below is a lil extra bonus. For now, I thinks about it

Ooooooooooh, that’s why Xander seemed familiar… he is Casey Jr. Unfortunately, he didn’t know that. He thinks it was just a weird dream he had, but that dream is affecting his life. He doesn’t know why or what’s going on, but it has to do with the ghost he constantly sees. And fun fact, Xander’s name means: Defender of humankind. Very fitting for the boy whose mission was once to find the key and stop the kraang.